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[redforehead.livejournal.com]

[Aah, isn't it a glorious day!? The sun is shining, the sea is... full of salty sea-goodness, and not a single enemy bird in sight!

Yeah, it's not every day you cross some odd threshold where an infinite number of realities suddenly and inexplicably converge, and you're left standing in some guy's office with a piece of paper in your hands telling you how awesome and amazing you are with a faceless wonder asking you questions about your personal life.

Seriously, cabbages are a sensitive subject, okay?

But enough about that. Once everything's said and done and he's arranged his things in his dorm (which really means dumping them in a heap on his bed and sauntering right back out of there), Sokka's first aim - since he's been informed classes aren't until the day after tomorrow - is to hit that Training Center he's heard about. Because quite honestly, there's only one way to get over being separated from your friends and main squeeze without any warning.

And that's to throw pointy objects at strange foreign creatures and hope something lands.

Except, well... when he exits the dorm hall? He'll discover that the cafeteria is practically right next door to the dormitories. And if disguising himself as the shortest, skimpiest prison guard ever has taught him anything... cafeteria means FOOD! Probably limp, wilted and shriveled lumps of what could barely pass for edible, but at this point, he's willing to take that chance.

Sinking his boomerang into something can wait a few more minutes. Right?]

Well... at least they think I'm a cool dude. That counts for something!


( ooc: So yeah! Feel free to run into him in the dormitory area, cafeteria, training center - or the corridors leading to any of them! And if your name happens to be DAVE STRIDER... well, first of all, I'm sorry. Deeply sorry. Second of all, welcome to your new roommate~. 8] )

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[goldincartoss.livejournal.com]

[Instructor Westcliffe can't resist poking at the new kid. Especially after that introduction.]

They're nice to everyone who first gets here. Well, the faculty is. If you see a group of people whispering and pointing, they're most likely the Trepies. Ignore them.

[Oli stretches and leans against the wall.]

Cid nice to you?

[redforehead.livejournal.com]

The... wha'? [Sokka stares at the other young man for a moment, then crosses his arms.]

Yeah, they were nice. I guess. It'll take the food here to sway me, I think! [Nope. Doesn't have a one-track mind or anything.]

Besides, I'm used to girls whispering and pointing at me. [GRIIIN.]

[goldincartoss.livejournal.com]

Uh huh. You look like the kind of guy it's easy for them to make fun of!

[Oli grins back at you.]

The foods pretty good. Just remember, before you go on a mission, eat here first. Cause you don't know what your rations are going to be like. And not all of you are lucky enough to be like me.

[Yeah, he's gonna change topic before you can ask any questions.]

So, the cool little ponytail symbolic of anything?

[redforehead.livejournal.com]

[Sokka's expression shifts. Infinitely unimpressed.]

It's a warrior's wolf-tail. [Flatly. Yeah, that comment about him being easy to make fun of didn't slip his notice, even with the subject change.]

Back where I came from? Girls like it. A lot. A LOT. A lot of GIRLS.

[fierybluebird]

SOKKA! [And there's a random glomp from a tall blond. Too bad it's a scruffy guy.] You're back! You're always cool in my book mate. [GRIN.]

[redforehead.livejournal.com]

AAH-! [Okay, THAT was pretty unexpected. Who is this guy, and how does he know his name?! Sokka immediately stiffens, eyes going wide as saucers, before instincts kick in and he's leaping backwards.]

WOAH! I know I'm pretty cool - so cool that I'm actually on fire, flamey-o! - but...

[Maybe he was wrong about there not being any enemy birds.]

[fierybluebird]

[In full human form, ruffles Sokka's hair with a hand that just happens to be flaming blue. Luckily it doesn't burn anything or even feel overly hot, just soothing and emotionally healing~]

Hey give me a break mate, it's been months. Glad to have you back, eh. Katara will be thrilled no doubt.

[redforehead.livejournal.com]

[WOAH THERE BLUE FIRE?! Like Zuko's-psychotic-sister blue fire!?

Sokka will be jerking further back from that touch, even in spite of the lack of anything painful, yelping as he attempts to flatten himself against the nearest wall.] AUUUGH!

—wait, what does Katara have to do with this place? How do you know my sister...?

This is really suspicious and unsettling and kind of... really creepy. [Chin in hand, Sokka will be giving this guy the STARE-DOWN of a lifetime.]

1/IDEK

[redcinemareel]

[Idly filing her nails while walking, spotting a familiar head of hair.]

[redcinemareel]

[STOPS]

[redcinemareel]

[STARES]

[redcinemareel]

LITTLE BROTHER!

[livebymysmile.livejournal.com]

I think Gramps finds something nice to say about everyone who comes here. If you're a brainiac then you're intellectual. If you're an asshole, then you're a go-getter who knows what they want. See what I mean?

[Duo grins, holding out an empty tray for Sokka.] Not that I can talk, I'm a cool dude just like you. Still haven't figured out what that's code for. I'm thinking "bold, handsome adventurers who don't follow the rules." how's that sound to you?

[redforehead.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that sounds about right. [Sokka rolls his shoulders back in a lazily vain manner before accepting the offered tray, mirroring the grin with one of his own. At least this guy didn't jump on him like a CRAZY PERSON.]

I figured it had something to do with my worldly skills and impeccable fashion sense, though.

[livebymysmile.livejournal.com]

Figured you would. They seem pretty good at this sorting thing. [No way. No crazy here. Well, not typically anyway.]

Maybe when they say cool dudes they mean guys with awesome hair? [Let's face it. Guy with a funny ponytail and guy with a braid that's at least to his knees?]

[redforehead.livejournal.com]

Yeah! —though that's a weird fashion statement you've got going on there. It's even longer than my sister's! [Sokka stares intently at Duo's braid, as if appraising it or something.]

Well, at least you don't have hair-loopies.

training center? :)

[pyromatics.livejournal.com]

[Zuko had taken to the letting out some steam (ha ha get it) earlier and was still in the process of setting the monsters on fire (minus the t-rexaurs...) when he's no longer alone. He doesn't realize it though, going through his firebending moves and keeping an eye on the amount and ferocity he lets out each time, his concentration focused solely on his training.

It wouldn't be such a good thing if he set the training center on fire after all...]

\o/!

[redforehead.livejournal.com]

[Sokka doesn't notice it right away either - in fact, he believes himself to be entirely alone save for those monsters. The whistling of that trusty boomerang precedes him, the projectile weapon flying through the air and landing neatly between the eyes—or... whatever those things are—of a random Grat.]

YEAH!! BOOMERANG! WOOOOO! You're always my favourite.

[And that's when he notices the flames. The shifting of cloth that indicates movement. As Sokka catches up with himself, hand outstretched to catch his weapon on its return, he notices the other presence there. Unmistakably.

Cue jaw-drop.]

ZUKO!?

[Uh... was that supposed to be your concentration? Woops.]

I typed out Sokka as Zokka; too much Zukka on RPA it seems......

[pyromatics.livejournal.com]

[Wait a minute, that voice... Zuko knows that voice. And dreads it all in the same round. His concentration-- gone. Zilch. Nullified. Yeah, totally gone. Zuko ends up setting the closest tree on fire as he stops in mind stream, whipping around to stare at Sokka with an expression that's nothing but surprise, his eyes widening and his jaw dropping.]

S-Sokka?! How-- WHEN?!

[That's when Zuko notices the burning branches and scrambles to reduce the flames, hurrying over to the tree to try to extinguish the fire with his bare hands--]

Dammit--!

[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

Sokka! [Yes, that excited scream is coming from all the way across the cafeteria. Aang runs over to greet him and manages to spill his tray of food all over the floor on the way to Sokka. There may be some fruit on his and Sokka's shoes.]

Oops. But you're here!

[redforehead.livejournal.com]

[Wow, Aang. Wow. It's not like he's a penguin!!

Sokka winces, rubbing at one of his ears. A few people stare at him, but that's pretty unimportant. What IS important is the fact that... the Avatar is here. Here! And not, say... back at home where Sokka thought he'd left everyone else.]

You're here! You're HERE?!

[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

Uh, yeah. I've been here. [He rubs the back of his neck, holding the now empty tray in his other hand.] You don't remember?

[watertides.livejournal.com]

[What Katara appreciates the most about weekends is the ability to sleep in. Despite having been in the school for a year now, the six AM wake up calls are something she will never get use to, not with the way her body is naturally akin to the night.

Though it's practically noon now, Katara had just woken up and is now groggily heading to the cafeteria for lunch. When she spots that familiar wolf-tail standing in the line for food, Katara isn't all too surprised; she's had similar dreams in the past, especially with how often she finds herself thinking of Sokka.

Naturally, she assumes it's one of those lucid dreams again. Promptly moving into the line behind Sokka, she speaks to him in a skeptical tone:]

Are you really going to get the hot dogs again? [Because, really… even in dreams, shouldn't Sokka have learned better by now?]

[redforehead.livejournal.com]

[Well, someone had mentioned Katara's name, so Sokka shouldn't be that surprised— but her voice startles him anyway, into nearly dropping his tray. Luckily, his reflexes are fast enough to catch it, but it still sends mysterious sauce splattering onto his face. Great.]

KATARA!!

Hey, so that blue flamey guy was telling the truth!

[watertides.livejournal.com]

Blue flamey guy? [Her skeptical face and tone? Doesn't change. Because Katara is sure she's had this same conversation with him in past dreams.]

What did the blue flamey guy say?