So, there was a dog in the room.

Sokka had locked his pretty blue Jamhuahua in Momo Jr.'s cage for the night in order to keep him out of Meredith's stuff. That hadn't been such a good idea.

"Look, guys, you have to get along, at least until tomorrow. Temporary Dog, you be nice to Momo Jr., and Momohead, YOU be nice to Temporary Dog. Okay? Can ( Read more... )

Sokka laid on his bed with his chinchilla, staring up at his ceiling. He'd discovered that if he unfocused his eyes just right, he could see all sorts of patterns in the ceiling tiles. That'd wasted a few hours, right there. If he achieved a perfect, Zen-like state of no-thought, maybe life would stop sucking. Maybe.

He'd watched Mel die, and ( Read more... )

There was a scroll sitting on his desk that he hadn't put there. How long it had been there, Sokka didn't know. Not too long, probably, since it was on TOP of some of his diagrams for the Inventiontronics project, but still. He unrolled the scroll and looked at it -- it was written in real, actual writing, writing from home, and he realized that ( Read more... )

This week, Sokka mused, as he cleaned out Momo Jr.'s cage, had been REALLY WEIRD. And not just all the Fandom weird that had happened -- although that HAD been pretty weird -- but the more NORMAL kind of weird that was, in a lot of ways, harder to wrap his mind around.
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The... WEIRDEST growl-hiss sort of noise startled Sokka and sent chills down his spine. Nothing NATURAL could make that sort of sound! ...Except, he discovered when he turned around, an angry and terrified chinchilla ( Read more... )

Chief Sokka of the Southern Water Tribe woke up to the sound of something scratching nervously at its metal cage, which was something that hadn't happened in a looooong time. "Well, when they promised the full Fandom experience, they sure weren't kidding," he muttered as he hopped out of bed ( Read more... )

Once again, Sokka was grumpily roused from sleep by a nervous chinchilla rattling his cage.

"Okay, okay, I'll feed you..." He blinked at what Momo Jr. was gnawing on through the holes in the cage. "Well, it looks like you've already FOUND food. Okay, Lunch, I DON'T think Crichton and what's-her-name would appreciate you eating the invitation to ( Read more... )

Sokka was stretched out on the bed with Momo Jr. This was not, in itself, unusual. What WAS unusual was the book he had in front of him. That he was reading. Sokka was not, in general a read-y kind of guy.

I grow old ... I grow old ( Read more... )

Sokka was awake. On a Saturday. Before noon. Something was amiss ( Read more... )

Sokka laid on his bed and moaned. Something had gone horribly wrong with his workshop signups. Should he complain to someone? Should he just lump it and deal? No, he should complain. No, maybe this could be a character-building thing. He had signed up for four workshops! How could HALF of them be wrong ( Read more... )