Meat and Sarcasm Guy

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[It's the morning of the draft now and he's up early, heading to the smithy as early as six in the morning, for anyone with any last minute requests. There's not much he can offer besides sharper weapons and additional weapons (and the suggestion to stuck up on jerky), but it's the best he's got. When he has a moment to himself, he pops open the journal.]

So... this is the seventh draft since I've been here. It's kind of hard to believe it's been two years now. When I first showed up here, the worst we had to worry about was weird experiments and falling in love with people. Uh, but anyway, good luck to those of you going out there. Be sure to pack up plenty of extra food and water. A canteen and some jerky will go a long way. Oh, and I'm at the smithy if you something last minute. I can't make anything new, but I can get your sword sharpened if you need it.

... this snow is really starting to pile up. Maybe I should call it an early day.

[It's still dark outside that early in the morning, but he has. A feeling. It's windy and there's snow everywhere. If it picks up more, it might just become impossible to see outside. Once the draftees are gone, he figures he better stock up on (more) supplies. Even if he does already have tons of emergency food horded away back home.

Once the snow finally starts to heavily set in, he'll be marching through it LIKE A SOLDIER from the store back home, even through the middle of a blizzard. He could kick himself for getting caught in it. He's Water Tribe. He knows better. At least he'll eventually get back home in one piece.]

((ooc: This takes places in the hours before the draft starts, as well as during the blizzard. You can tag him the day before too. He'll be at the smithy doing the same thing.))

{So Sokka is in a dilemma. Here he is, his usual lunch spot sitting on the stony edge of the fountain, eating his sandwich, when it occurs to him that he's had a ham-and-turkey--and-roast-beef-with-cheese-and-jalapeno sandwich for three week consecutively. And that's only because three weeks ago Hawky flew away with his sandwich before he could eat it. As he realizes he has little to no desire to finish this half eaten sandwich, he realizes his life needs a CHANGE. Something different. Exciting. A way to make his mundane existence in Luceti worthwhile again. Naturally he turns to the journals.]

Okay, so, I'm sick of eating the same old stuff for lunch. Sandwiches are great, really, but I've been eating them for a year now. I think I need more variety in my lunches. Any ideas? It can't be... complicated or anything. Believe it or not, cooking is not exactly my thing. So, anyone got any ideas that don't include visiting Seventh Heaven every day? Or the other restaurants, either. No offense to them, but... I dunno. No offense, either way.

{Unless it's for something special, Sokka just doesn't buy into making people work for him without recompensation.

He chews on his sandwich a bit more, then decides to add:]

Anybody like fishing? I mean... maybe not so much the net fishing. Just line fishing. Or spear fishing, I'm good with that too. It's actually been awhile since I caught my own dinner, now that I think about it.

[For you action folks, catch Sokka at his usual haunts. The smithy, around House 56, around the plaza, or beside the barracks, working on the lumber Moro provided into usable material for his boat. LOUD POWER TOOL SOUNDS, RAR HAR HAR.]