Sokka the 14th - [Sneaky Action]

[markofthewise]

[Early Valentine's morning before the sun is even up, Sokka will be sneaking about through town leaving some presents on the doorsteps of a select group of people. Under the mistaken belief he has to get all the girls he knows something for this very, very tedious holiday, Sokka has gone out on deliveries. He'll be knocking on the doors of the houses and apartments belonging to Nami, Winry, Anise, Mayoi, Paru, and Charlotte.

He'll be long gone before they (or their housemate?) answers, but what they'll find is a basket full of assorted chocolates and other candy. A card accompanies it with an extremely crude drawing of the person in question (interpret it as you will) with the message "Valentines !" on top and "Sokka" written on the back. Toph and Katara will both find the same thing left in their rooms as well. Zuko will receive nothing.]

((ooc: Feel free to get a hold of Sokka however you please. You can call him out on voice, written, or go knocking down the door of his house to demand an explanation.))

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[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[And upon opening the door, Sanji spots the aforementioned gift.

...

His first thought is to burn them.

...

No, he's really considering it.]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[... oh damn it]

Nami-san! You've got a package!

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[Muffled voice from the bedroom.]

Ditch it. I'm not interested in more crickets.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Yes Nami-swaaaaaaaaaaaaan~! With pleasure~!

[Sorry Sokka. Sanji would take a look inside to check the contents, but he just doesn't give a shit right now.

Gift is getting punted somewhere]

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[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Sokka!

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[markofthewise]

[Ah! That will be the sound of someone happy, right? Having no time to simply finish his much needed breakfast, Sokka will head over to the door and answer it. His bowl of cereal in hand and his mouth still stuffed, he'll greet her with something sounding like:] Woorry?

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[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Explain this.

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[markofthewise]

[Sokka stares at it for a second, then it becomes entirely clear. He takes the card and turns it towards her and gestures to the drawing.] You can't tell? That's you! See how I gave you the automail arm shooting electricity? [Jeez, everyone is a critic. Is his art really that bad?]

[galddigger.livejournal.com]

[There are two sure-fire ways to Anise's heart - one is money, and the other is sweets. So when she finds a basket of the latter on her doorstep - well, she'll conveniently not mention the poor excuse of a portrait of her adorable self on the card that came with it.]

[She will be knocking insistently on Sokka's door some time during the day, though. She doesn't really know what the random gift basket was for, but she sure as hell isn't returning it. But you better be home to give her an explanation anyway, ex-neighbor, your new house is clear across town!]

So-kka~! ♥ Come on, open up!

[markofthewise]

[Can't Toph open the door? Sokka had an early morning and is tired. When it becomes obvious no one else will answer the door, Sokka will head on over and open it up, clearly having pulled himself from a nap.] Anise? What are you doing here?

[galddigger.livejournal.com]

[Oh, come on. Early mornings build character! And would you really want Toph and Anise to meet up. It'll be chaotic.]

[She's just going to grin broadly up at him.]

Oh, I just wanted to personally thank you for that basket of chocolates~! It was so thoughtful, thanks so much~! ♥ But what was it for~?

[markofthewise]

[It'd probably be better than Katara meeting her.]

Oh, did I not finish the card? I though I wrote that it was for Valentine's on there...

[voice]

[chronica.livejournal.com]

[Mayoi sorta overslept today, so when Sokka knocked on her door she really didn't hear him. When she does wake up and decides to go outside, she finds the basket on her doorstep]

...

[which prompts her to open up her journal]

Sokka, are you there?

[voice]

[markofthewise]

[A lazy yawn.] Mayoi?

[voice]

[chronica.livejournal.com]

That basket on my doorstep was from you, right?

[voice]

[markofthewise]

Ah yes. Did you like it?

[aerojahack.livejournal.com]

[ Charlotte, you say? The currently pseudo-hermit (it was Valentines Day, it's disgusting) opened the door instead of those boobs Sokka expected. His hair wasn't tied up today, either.

Did Charlotte fail to mention Xaldin was her roommate. See icon for current expression. Mmmm sideburns. ]

[markofthewise]

[Did Sokka expect anyone? Nope. because he's loooong gone now. Might as well check that basket, right?]

[aerojahack.livejournal.com]

[ He does, and notices the drawing. The fuck is this -- 'Charlotte.' Valentines !' 'Sokka.' -- oh. Admirers. He expected more.

The wind moves it in front of Charlotte's bedroom door. Is there still time to search for the culprit -- nevermind, it's just some cupid. Back to reading. ]

[restoremyhonour.livejournal.com]

[Zuko is sulking because Sokka Didn't think of him.]

/USES SAME ICON ON ALL FIVE TAGS

[markofthewise]

[Sokka is over here being completely oblivious. What a jerk!]

((ooc: I'd say we could let those other four threads be done at this point, yeah?))

I NOTICED

[restoremyhonour.livejournal.com]

[Sokka is an oblivious jerk! Zuko is sulking. Well at least sulking more then is usual for Zuko.]



((ooc: *sighs with relief at the other four threads being over*))

[psychebubble]

*On one hand, this is actually kind of sweet. On the other, oh god danger alarms getting attached to people DO NOT WANT.

... and she's a little afraid to try the chocolate, in case his cooking is as good as his art. So, the only thing to do is take this basket and head down to Sokka's place.

And then look around the building to see if there are any windows she can sneak through to mess with him.*

[markofthewise]

[Sokka is on the couch sleeping after his other visits from earlier, so sneaking up on him? Not gonna be hard at all.]

[psychebubble]

*... She'll then look around quietly for a marker, or brush. :3*