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[It's Time Compression fun again. Aang isn't really surprised to feel it happening this time, having already been through it twice. He is, however, surprised to find himself hiding behind a rock with Katara, Sokka, and Toph, staring at some Fire Nation family's drying laundry. He remembers this day; it was actually pretty good. So he grins and runs out from behind the rock to claim the clothes.]

I call the suit!

((ooc: Okay guys, you've all seen the episode, so this is pretty much a free-for-all. Aang knows everyone already, so if you want to thread something from later on, we'll assume he talked the Gaang into accepting them.))

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[Third time had better be the charm. Damian can't help groaning as he picks himself off the ground and glances back towards the clothesline. What backwards world did he arrive in this time...?

One with... Aang? He really shouldn't be so surprised, considering they were together last time too.]

Slag. Where are we this time?

...Damian? [He skips right over being surprised to grinning.] We're in the Fire Nation!

[...And then he notices his friends looking confused. Time for some quick thinking.] Uh, right! Guys, this is my friend Damian! I met him...in the Earth Kingdom! I guess he's kind of lost, huh, Damian? [Everyone turns to look at Damian, the poor kid.]

[What the hell is an "Earth Kingdom?" Damian gives Aang a painfully confused look for a moment before deciding he'd better roll with it or else--and part of him really wants to ask about that head of hair. He thought Aang was naturally bald!]

Uhh... yeah. Completely and totally lost.

[Coming up with a better excuse on the fly!] My dad had to travel to the... Fire Nation(?) as part of his job and he kind of. Forgot to tell me where we're staying tonight. [Hoping to dear god that his friends would buy that because even he wouldn't under normal circumstances.]

[Aang slings his arm around Damian's shoulders and proceeds to spout ridiculous excuses and stories to his friends. Finally, Sokka grumbles, Katara smiles, and Toph punches Damian in the arm. He is officially accepted.]

You might wanna grab some clothes, buddy. Those are kind of out of style. [Under Aang's arm is the Fire Nation school uniform he stole. There's a few more on the lines as well as an assortment of larger red and black clothes.]

[Huzzah! If Damian realized how important being accepted was, he would've actually done more than politely smile and nod.

... Well, he would've done more had Aang not called his t-shirt and jeans out of style. That's something new. Damian sighs, glancing at the clothesline before picking a uniform and leaving 20 gald as an apology. What the heck was the currency in this place anyways?] Reduced to stealing? Slag, that's not very schway.

Tell me about it. But we don't really have a choice... [Still, he looks guilty. Stealing isn't very schway at all.]

[Raises an eyebrow.] Promise me you'll explain later?

[Look, he even has his hand out for a pinky swear!]

Promise. [He links his pinky with Damian's and squeezes gently.]

Just don't mention I'm the Avatar, okay? We're going into town for some supplies.

Easily. [Part of Damian'd actually forgotten about said title, so that really wouldn't have been an issue...] So does the rest of your world look like this?

Well, the Fire Nation and the Earth Kingdom are similar to this. But the Water Tribes are mostly ice and the Air Temples are much cooler. [Airbender pride? Yes.]

[He picks up on that! Despite the fact that they've only talked about Aang's "the last Airbender" status once or twice.] That's where you're from, right?

Yeah! I wish I could show you, but the nearest Air Temple is days away.

Don't worry about it. [manages a smile as he offers a brofist] Maybe I can see it another time.

Yeah, you never know. [Aang returns both the smile and the brofist.]

[Egypt doesn't know which is worse: having to take lip from a douchebag Ottoman Empire, getting mugged in the worst city ever in future!America, or this. Currently, sitting in a Fire Nation academy office across from its stern headmaster, the once proud nation is reduced to crossdressing in full form, from topknot wig, to gold-plated bangles, to red silk robes... all topped off with a fake belly, as if he "she" were with child. How he ever let that Sokka kid convince him it would make the disguise more believable, he doesn't know. He doesn't know, and now that he's in public, he regrets it completely.

Yeah, maybe this.

At least with Sadiq, Egypt knows the old man turned out relatively decent. At least with Neo-Gotham, he got to keep his masculine dignity and enacted revenge by stomping several crooks to a pulp. There is nothing redeeming about this situation. Nothing will ever make up for it.]

[So far, Greece likes this arrangement. Theirs might be a fake marriage, but it has perks! Normally he'd turn to his cats for affection, but they'd been left behind with his home, and everyone here is big on personal space.

Except for now.

Because he has an excuse.

Because he's supposed to be married.

Enjoy the hand-holding, Egypt. He's going to be doing it for a while.]

[This is quite possibly the weirdest situation he's ever been in, and Damian's counting Neo-Gotham and the Ottoman Empire. Even though he's supposed to be Aang's "brother" in this weird family, Damian can't help shooting them a look of slight disgust. Why couldn't they have pretended to be the rainbow family? At least Hassan wouldn't have had to look like a girl.

Still, he supposed that if he really cared for the situation, he wouldn't have picked that fight in the first place... but dammit, that Fire Nation kid was totally asking for it! Cue Damian sulking as he slumps further in his seat. Could this day get any worse?]

[Everyone in the room is feeling either miserable or awkward, and that includes Aang. He's not entirely sure how to react to any of this and he's in trouble. No one wants to go through a parent-teacher conference twice, especially not when their parents aren't actually their parents. So Aang just listens to the headmaster speak and tries to look guilty. He's talking about how their sons have been here only a couple of days and already they're fighting with the other children.]

[Oops. That hadn't happened last time. But last time, Damian wasn't there.]

[Hey man, Egypt is cool about personal space. It's the public display of romantic affection that he's a stick in the mud about. And public display of homosexual affection (so the rainbow family's out too, sorry Day). And crossdressing. Right now, today, especially crossdressing.

His grip on his supposed-to-be-friend's hand is unnecessarily tight. Were he a normal human, Egypt may very well have cracked something by now. This is his silent I hate you and I hate what you're putting me through.

Enjoy doing all the explaining for him, guys. Egypt valued his dignity too much to practice his "Mrs. Fire" voice, so you won't get a convincing female performance out of him. He's just gonna continue looking displeased over here.]

[If Greece is discomforted by Egypt's subtle attempt to break his hand in half, he doesn't show it. Sure, he notices it, but it's not bothering him at all.]

Fire.

...Nekogoro, [here he indicates himself,] and Misirlou... Fire. [And now, Egypt.]

I'm sorry, but Misirlou is very quiet... especially now that the baby has started to kick. Please don't mind her.

[That kid deserved to cry! Damian suspects he should look slightly guilty for hurting the kid, but really, the kid hurt Aang first. Allowing Greece and Egypt to do all the talking, Damian folds his arms and stares up at the ceiling.

The sooner this thing ended, the better. He didn't even care if he got punished--it'd be worth it just to have seen the look on the kid's face when he realized Damian could fight.]

[The headmaster looks at the two "parents" suspiciously, but doesn't question them.]

[Aang can't help but cringe. This isn't going well, again. At least last time Sokka had just yelled and gotten them out of there quickly. But he supposes this is what he gets for not saving the other kid from Damian's wrath sooner. Not that he didn't appreciate it.]

...?!

[If he had America's super strength, Egypt would be breaking his friend's hand right the fuck now. Misirlou? MISIRLOU?! That doesn't even sound remotely Asian! Now he knows Greece is taking a jab at him and his disguise.

Egypt doesn't have a damned thing to say, but he is going to do something about this miserable mess he's been forced to be a part of. With his free hand he smacks Damian upside the head ~~like any good Egyptian parent would~~ and gives the kid the most disapproving glare he can manage. Aang's too far away, so he's lucky in just getting the glare and not the smack.

It's not just an act put on for the headmaster. He mad.]

OW!

[He glares back at Egypt for a moment, dramatically sighs, and then glances back at the headmaster with the guiltiest look he can manage under the circumstances. If it'll stop the smacking, he'll be as apologetic as possible.

... Just for that, he's scooting his chair away. THANKS, AKHI.]

They're young... they will learn to use their heads instead of their fists, next time. I think that Misirlou will make sure of it.

[Greece likes Damian and Aang well enough, but he can't parent them -- they're not his, and there isn't much that he can genuinely teach except for by example. Can they go yet? Egypt will manage to cut off his circulation eventually, and that will hurt.]

[Aang flinches both at Hassan's glare and the sound the smack makes against Damian's head. He's just grateful he doesn't get one, too.]

Yeah, Mr. Headmaster, sir, we both learned our lesson. Our uh, mom, is really scary. She'll punish us later. [The threat of punishment had satisfied the headmaster last time, so he tries it again this time. It seems to work, because the headmaster clears his throat and looks content.]

[Hey. HEY. Putting distance between yourself and others is rude, Damian. Don't act like that in front of the nice headmaster. Egypt wraps his arm around the kid's shoulder and pulls him right back, giving the headmaster a nod and tight smile at the same time. Damn right ~~he's~~ she's gonna punish them accordingly.

My God, Greece, make up something to get out of here now. Please. If only Egypt were a telepath; he can't communicate verbally right now.]

Not too much. It could hurt the baby.

[And now, they say their goodbyes and leave.

Greece has no doubt that Egypt will want revenge, once they're out of sight, but that was too good an opportunity to waste. When will he ever get the chance to say something like that again?]

[The secret dance party is doing a decent job of taking Egypt's mind off of Certain Unpleasant Events. He's in real clothes now (better fitting of the "Fire Nation colonist" look, too), and thoroughly enjoying it over the undignified garbage he was forced to wear hours before. Still linefacing, but it's no longer accompanied with threats to Greece's name or glares aimed at the kids who got in trouble.

The style of dance most of the kids seem to be using are out of his element ~~hahaha puns~~, so right now he's sitting at the back, enjoying the music.]

[This time, Aang has employed more kids to act as guards, ensuring a longer party. So after dancing for a while, he takes a break to check up on Hassan, who's sitting in the back, a little too composed for a dance party. Aang just hopes he's not still mad at him.]

Hey, Hassan. You don't dance?

[Egypt turns to look at the kid, taking a second to respond. He's not exactly... mad anymore. At least not at Aang. He knows there was good reason behind having to do all that embarrassing shit earlier — for Aang's sake. He'll try to let it go.

Aang just better try harder to forget the image of Egypt in a dress.] ...I do.

[Aang's smile drops at that. Does that mean he's still mad at him? Does he hate the party?] Then why aren't you?

[Huh. Why did Aang stop smiling...] 's for the kids. ...Right?

[Right? Besides, he'd stick out like a sore thumb, being the oldest one here. He has no clue if Greece is dancing; avoiding him right now is wiser than following through on Egypt's urge to punch him in the face.]

You can join in, too! That's the point of a party!

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SOMETIME LATER

Re: SOMETIME LATER

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sorry bros I'm about to go to sleep I'm not looking up quotes

lol that's all good

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NOT ACTUALLY SMILING LIKE THIS ADFSLKJH

OH MY FUCK /FINALLY AN IC REASON/

SOMETIME LATER... AGAIN

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