[ all you people who are daydreaming about making out and the like? are kind of nudging Azula's imagination in one particular direction]

[she's sitting at her desk in the Vatican, writing something in a piece of paper... and then suddenly it cuts to a girl sneaking up behind her and throwing her arms around her neck ( Read more... )

I did it. I succeeded in my mission. I don't care that I'm stuck in bed, or with a cast on my leg. It'll heal eventually, as it always does ( Read more... )

[when Azula showed up on the Ark, she was very, very angry and trying very, very hard to hide it ( Read more... )

... Are all the trolls the same age? One told me that they had "reached their fifth wiggling day", whatever that means, and that that meant that they were between nine and twelve in human years.

I didn't just spend three days dating a nine-year-old, did I?

[after having finished her training for the afternoon, Azula decides to go hang around on the Vatican's outdoor grounds for a while, instead of going to her room/Lilith's room/New Jersey like she normally would]

[she's wearing her uniform (AND SHE STILL DESPISES IT) as well as the three necklaces that she never takes off, and there's still henna ( Read more... )

[the feed opens to show Azula in a hospital bed at the Vatican, still sick-- it's nothing serious, obviously, but she was moved to the clinic area so that they could keep an eye on her when her fever spiked to keep it from turning serious; she's been largely out of it since Thursday morning ( Read more... )

[Azula arrives on time, toting a large platter of fried rice and a big bag of DVDs-- she borrowed all of Cuddy's plus a few more from a video rental place, wanting to give Lilith a wide variety to choose from]

[her hands are full, so she knocks on the door with her foot]

I'm not surprised. It's been months since we've had a virus; one was going to crop up sooner or later.

At least I'm not affected, so my training won't be delayed.

[Azula's walking quickly and purposefully through the Vatican, not stopping for anything or anyone-- she knows exactly where she's going, and she isn't going to let anyone keep her from getting there, no matter what]

[Azula's sitting in a chair, wrapped in a blanket-- it's thunderstorming outside; her favorite weather]

I think I might go to this Christmas party. I've been to them in past years and they've been all right. It's easy enough to avoid annoying people.

Lilith, you should come too.

[she shifts a little, looking out the window]... I hope this storm ( Read more... )