-001- [Voice | Action]
[It's fairly obvious that whoever is holding this journal has absolutely no clue how to use it. The sound is muted at first, the journal is held awkwardly, and he's not talking to anyone but himself.]
I don't even know what this is. ...Besides a book. I got that much. It's a book. It talks. It has my name on in.
[A beat.] Why are you so amazingly unhelpful, book?
[And the poor much-abused journal is thrown. After a few moments, there's a wordless groan of frustration and the feed jerks sharply as the book is snagged once again.] I don't even know what to do with-
[Oh, look. Zuko's figured out that it's recording. Blink, blink.
Which, of course, means he closes the damn thing. (And compulsively checks it at least every ninety seconds or so. Just in case.)
Zuko will eventually make his way to town. Maybe. If he doesn't get completely sidetracked by touching his wings. He's not wandering, really. He's just walking without much direction as he pokes around the edges of town.]
[ooc; tags may be somewhat sporadic and/or slow for the time being. Do have patience?]
I don't even know what this is. ...Besides a book. I got that much. It's a book. It talks. It has my name on in.
[A beat.] Why are you so amazingly unhelpful, book?
[And the poor much-abused journal is thrown. After a few moments, there's a wordless groan of frustration and the feed jerks sharply as the book is snagged once again.] I don't even know what to do with-
[Oh, look. Zuko's figured out that it's recording. Blink, blink.
Which, of course, means he closes the damn thing. (And compulsively checks it at least every ninety seconds or so. Just in case.)
Zuko will eventually make his way to town. Maybe. If he doesn't get completely sidetracked by touching his wings. He's not wandering, really. He's just walking without much direction as he pokes around the edges of town.]
[ooc; tags may be somewhat sporadic and/or slow for the time being. Do have patience?]