Sokka the 1st | [Voice/Action]

[markofthewise]

[Sokka is still sleeping comfortably, thanks in a large part to having arrived inside of a nice warm house. That is, he's sleeping on the floor of House 2 and somehow both snoring and drooling on his open journal. His usual clothes, which were nicely folded around him, have been unconsciously snatched at and thrown on top of him as a makeshift blanket. Naturally all that snoring is being transmitted by voice, as is a few other words...]

Hmmm... stop Momo... that's... vegetables!?

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[voice]

[latkje]

[ Yes. Who knew the journal would still transmit under the weight of all that drool.]

Uh? [Maybe trying to knock on the journal, who knows if that works.]

[arrows4thorns.livejournal.com]

[Have some laughter]

Hello?

Hey!

Hey sorry for walking you, but you might want to close your journal before you say something embarrassing.

[voice]

[markofthewise]

[Have one loud snore before it returns to its (relatively) quieter rhythm.]

... come here... meaty... meat...

[voice?]

[markofthewise]

[Sokka starts for a moment and jerks up.]

Who's there!? [After seeing no one around, he goes back to snoring.]

[voice] (sorry)

[arrows4thorns.livejournal.com]

I'm Amy R-

[Wait...He's not seriously asleep again already is he?]

[voice]

[latkje]

Meat? I'm afraid I don't follow.

[voice]

[markofthewise]

AHA! [Sokka jumps up again with weapon in hand. Except there's no weapon. In fact, there's also no bed or sleeping bag or anything.]

My stuff!

[voice]

[markofthewise]

[There's a long, long pause... and then in a hushed voice...]

My clothes are talking.

[voice]

[arrows4thorns.livejournal.com]

[Have a little 'eep' that startled her.]

What's wrong with your stuff?

[voice]

[latkje]

No, no, no. Clothes don't talk.

[voice]

[markofthewise]

Then stop talking.

[voice]

[markofthewise]

[Sokka yelps and jumps away from the pile of clothes and journal.]

My clothes are haunted!

[voice]

[latkje]

But doesn't this make you curious?

[pause]

Do you see a book around you, by chance?

[voice]

[arrows4thorns.livejournal.com]

Hey calm down your clothes aren't haunted! I don't think they are anyway.

Wait...

You're not new are you?

[voice]

[markofthewise]

.... perhaps.

[voice]

[markofthewise]

[Sokka is about to answer that he is in fact, not new, but that everything around him is. Then he suddenly realizes how ridiculous that would be.]

Why do you keep talking to me!?

[voice]

[latkje]

So see, I'm a book, and not clothes. We inanimate objects really don't like being mistaken for one another.

[voice]

[markofthewise]

I never knew it made that much of a difference. [Sokka digs through the pile of clothes and finds a rather damp journal under it.] I see.

1/2 [voice]

[arrows4thorns.livejournal.com]

I was trying to be nice.

[voice]

[latkje]

To be honest, I'm not a book either. I'm Nash.

2/2 [voice]

[arrows4thorns.livejournal.com]

But if you don't want my help I'll just leave you to your haunted clothes, I hope they don't do anything to mean to you.

Have fun~

[voice]

[markofthewise]

[Not a book? But...] Do you have a book too?

[voice]

[markofthewise]

Wait, wait! I think I know who you are! [There's the sound of stuff being thrown around before Sokka claims the book.] A talking book... I knew it!

[voice]

[latkje]

It's a linked communication system, I'm afraid. A whole network.

[voice]

[markofthewise]

While admittedly useful, I think I would prefer my stuff back. And my home. And... everyone else?