Okay, maybe the music's a little too loud. But if people are coming in for breakfast then they want to wake up, and if they want to wake up then a little old school punk is a good way to do it. He still misses Claudia's radio show playing while he's working breakfast, but some days he manages to put together a decent substitute. And okay, maybe he ( Read more... )

Iroh was settling surprisingly well into life on the island. Though Azula's presence was...unpleasant, to say the least, and the absence of his bending left a void in his heart, he found there were plenty of things to enjoy about Tabula Rasa. The weather was pleasant, the people friendly and peace - actual, genuine peace - a delightful novelty ( Read more... )

Really, the day had been hellish from the start. It was the kind of day he should have known it was probably to give up on, to just roll over in his bed and sleep through it. The sad part was, it didn't even take him long to regret his decision to do otherwise. He'd just finished cleaning himself up in the bathroom area when he started to notice ( Read more... )

At this very moment on the island of Tabula Rasa, something remarkable was happening. It was a peculiar brand of remarkable, one that had the habit of showing up unplanned and unannounced and with rather alarming frequency. The thing that made this time different from other remarkable events was that it had to do with pie ( Read more... )

After hours of wandering, Iroh threw himself onto the ground ( Read more... )