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Who: Kim Possible and Sokka
Where: Downtown, restaraunts.
When: Friday Evening
Warnings: None that I can think of.
Summary: Kim and Sokka go hunting for the elusive Naco.
Format: Prose
If anything, Kim could adapt. Despite finding herself thrust into a strange (although vaguely familiar) world, the surroundings were familiar - if slightly off. There were stores, television, internet, computers, cell-phones, kimmcommunicators, sky-scrapers, malls. If she wasn't paying attention, she almost felt like she was back in Middleton. Then she would spot something that was off, hear something, a song on the radio and everything would come back into focus. It was evening, the sun casting long shadows, and she was feeling a bit hungry. She glanced from side to side. She'd managed to find a large plaza and sent a quick text to Sokka, telling him where to meet here.
Actually, Sokka reminded her a bit of Ron. The exuberant energy, the love of food, the strange tangents. It would be nice to have some company and (of course) to exchange notes. What was different about this place? What did he know? And hopefully, find a Beuno Nacho. Failing that, just somewhere to eat would work for her.
She could eat at the Institute - Scott had made her welcome enough there, after all - but, getting out and about was what she did. She settled against a lamppost to wait.
Where: Downtown, restaraunts.
When: Friday Evening
Warnings: None that I can think of.
Summary: Kim and Sokka go hunting for the elusive Naco.
Format: Prose
If anything, Kim could adapt. Despite finding herself thrust into a strange (although vaguely familiar) world, the surroundings were familiar - if slightly off. There were stores, television, internet, computers, cell-phones, kimmcommunicators, sky-scrapers, malls. If she wasn't paying attention, she almost felt like she was back in Middleton. Then she would spot something that was off, hear something, a song on the radio and everything would come back into focus. It was evening, the sun casting long shadows, and she was feeling a bit hungry. She glanced from side to side. She'd managed to find a large plaza and sent a quick text to Sokka, telling him where to meet here.
Actually, Sokka reminded her a bit of Ron. The exuberant energy, the love of food, the strange tangents. It would be nice to have some company and (of course) to exchange notes. What was different about this place? What did he know? And hopefully, find a Beuno Nacho. Failing that, just somewhere to eat would work for her.
She could eat at the Institute - Scott had made her welcome enough there, after all - but, getting out and about was what she did. She settled against a lamppost to wait.