001 ☾ in which infilitrating a fire nation prison doesn't happen
[ Sokka awakes and... wait a minute. Wasn't the last thing he remembered was being in an air balloon? Sure, he fell asleep in that airballoon, but still! The sight of a ceiling took several seconds to process in his mind before the male shot up out of it. In an almost natural Sokka fashion, however, it ended up in him falling out of the bed. He grumbled to himself unhappily, rubbing his head and taking in the room. Oh yeah, this stuff? Nothing like he'd seen in any of the nations, really. What was that weird thing on the dresser? It may just be a simple lamp, but to Sokka it's completely foreign.]
[His face turned serious and he stood up, even with all the goof he could be the warrior in him was more than it had been almost a year ago. Heck, he was planning to infiltrate Fire Nation prison after all. For now, however, he needed to figure out his surroundings. Which meant, of course, turning the little knob on the lamp and becoming startled at the sudden bright light for a moment. That? That was cool. He didn't linger for now, there would be plenty of time to figure out how a lamp worked later, for now he left the room.]
[Instead of paying mind to any of the photos, which weren't something he was acquainted with anyway, he proceeded to enter rooms and move things around and the contemplative frown never left. Until, finally, he reaches the phone. After of course finding the kitchen and... shoveling food down his mouth. What can he say? He's a growing boy]
[The phone clicked on and Sokka moved it. Instinct having him bring it to his ear seeing as it loosely resembled things he knew to be in an airship (how else would he later know how to pilot one?).]
Huh. Nothing. This place just gets weirder and weirder.
Well, maybe. [A pause. It's totally possible, right? The Mechanist knew about this stuff and he never said if you were supposed to hear anything anyway... And it did click, soo.]
Uh, right. If anyone can hear this, mind telling me exactly what's going on here? The name's Sokka.
[His face turned serious and he stood up, even with all the goof he could be the warrior in him was more than it had been almost a year ago. Heck, he was planning to infiltrate Fire Nation prison after all. For now, however, he needed to figure out his surroundings. Which meant, of course, turning the little knob on the lamp and becoming startled at the sudden bright light for a moment. That? That was cool. He didn't linger for now, there would be plenty of time to figure out how a lamp worked later, for now he left the room.]
[Instead of paying mind to any of the photos, which weren't something he was acquainted with anyway, he proceeded to enter rooms and move things around and the contemplative frown never left. Until, finally, he reaches the phone. After of course finding the kitchen and... shoveling food down his mouth. What can he say? He's a growing boy]
[The phone clicked on and Sokka moved it. Instinct having him bring it to his ear seeing as it loosely resembled things he knew to be in an airship (how else would he later know how to pilot one?).]
Huh. Nothing. This place just gets weirder and weirder.
Well, maybe. [A pause. It's totally possible, right? The Mechanist knew about this stuff and he never said if you were supposed to hear anything anyway... And it did click, soo.]
Uh, right. If anyone can hear this, mind telling me exactly what's going on here? The name's Sokka.