Room 202. Mind the splinters.
Spoon was on patrol duty last night, and slept like the dead when he came in. He's got martial training with Iroh come the morning, but there's something that's been on his mind the past few days, and by damn he's going to take care of it before going out to kick arse and get his own kicked.
This is why anyone who enters 202 before the training hours begin will find him seated in one of the corners, surrounded by pieces of what used to be furniture, grimly removing relevant bits to get at the wooden under-parts and carve them into pointed stakes.
This is why anyone who enters 202 before the training hours begin will find him seated in one of the corners, surrounded by pieces of what used to be furniture, grimly removing relevant bits to get at the wooden under-parts and carve them into pointed stakes.