markofthewise | Sokka the 77th

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Sokka the 77th - [Action/Voice]

[On February Twenty-Fifth, Sokka turned nineteen. On the Twenty-Sixth, he left on a routine mission to work as a mechanic on one of the Malnosso's three space vessels high up in orbit. There was no battle, this time. Just good honest work, people to relate to, and a small bunk to call his own. Seven days, just like that.

On March Fourth, one of the mechanics triggered a malfunction on the hangar doors. The crew quickly fled, just as the power went down. They needed to close the hatch leading to the hallway. But without power, it could only be closed from one side. The one about to be opened up into space. The hero, the stupid hero, closed the door. In those brief moments, he thought that maybe if he reached a Tyr Fighter, he could climb in one of those. He ran. Hard.

He didn't make it.

Today, he fell into the sea, nearly drowning, and was saved by the Avatar. It distracted him from what happened, but now that she was off exploring town, he had the chance to go in his room, get dressed, and collect his weapons. It was a good thing he chose not to bring them. They'd be out floating in space right now, otherwise. One thing was strange, though. He wasn't upset. He wasn't distressed. He could only look back on it and regret that it even happened. That was a week's worth of points he wouldn't be getting. Damn Malnosso cheapskates.

After a bit of cleaning up, he went to go approach this new day. He'd be gone from Luceti for two weeks. People would probably miss him. But his first destination was the smithy.

The only problem was that once he got to the smithy, he found himself looking at the walls. They were barer than he left them. People had been picking up some of the weapons he'd made. Well, that wasn't going to do. He wasn't running a charity here.]

Hey Luceti. Looks like I got back in time for the new feathers to roll in. I'm Sokka. Hope you guys are settling in fine! I run the Slash 'n Crash, the local smithy and weapon shop. I make most of the weapons here. I do take commissions if people want stuff. But since there's no money, just talk to me and we can work out a trade. No point in breaking your back for nothing, right?

Anyway, did I miss anything important?

[For the rest of the day, Sokka can be found at the smithy. Later he does about an hour of catch up work at the library, before going home to dinner. Remarkably enough, he doesn't feel like drinking today.

Today is a good day.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Think about it. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches? Delicious. So why shouldn't a peanut butter and jelly milkshake be any more different?"

Well. Sure. But that doesn't mean a peanut butter and jelly steak is going to automatically be good.

"Comparing shakes and steaks is like comparing apples and oranges...

Although peanut butter on a t-bone doesn't sound so disgusting, y'know."

"No, actually it does. But steaks and shakes sound like a pretty winning combination. You know, as a meal."

"Well, I feel as though I am pallishly obligated to inform you that we -- as an establishment -- are not equipped to provide steaks alongside your shake. But the combination is pretty awesome. Very...old school."

"You should get a guy. A steak guy. Just for making steaks. It would make this place perfect."

"We're a pub. Not a restaurant. I'm not convinced the town needs another food provider, really. Besides! Then I'd have to do the dishes. I do enough of those at home."

Lies. Sparrow actually enjoyed doing dishes.

"I dunno. It's just Seventh Heaven now. All the other places kinda... fizzled out."

"You don't think Seventh Heaven's enough?"

She clearly did. The population was so small, and so cyclical. But then again, Buffy wasn't naturally the entrepreneurial type.

"Sure. If you like going to the same place. Every time. I mean, sure, I come from a small town. But still, a little variety is nice, right?"

"I suppose a sushi bar wouldn't go amiss," Buffy suggested -- knowing full well that it was a far cry from the steakhouse about which Sokka was fantasizing. "Or a Pizza Hut."

Suuuure, there had been a pizza place. But it hadn't been a Hut. That was key.

Edited 2013-03-21 17:24 (UTC)

"I think a Pizza Building would be better. In case it rained."

"...I think you're on to something there, Sokka," she played along with the gentlest of smiles. "After all, who wants soggy pizza? If only I could take you home with me and you could enlighten all the CEOs of Earth."