25: [Audio with a night breeze]
[If anyone were to venture out onto the top deck tonight well after dark, they would see a strange assembly on the golf course, facing where the moon has risen. There are sheets, loosely safety-pinned and stitched together in places, draped over the now-still windmill and a few other obstacles, making a fairly large, makeshift tent. There are a bunch of jars with candles in them littering the deck. He's robbed a box of various kinds of string lights from somewhere on the boat and draped them around his fabric castle, the light of the jars and electric Christmas lights pulling the colors from the sheets to the astroturf around him. The pillows piled haphazardly inside have been squished flat in an attempt to make the tent a little more comfortable.
And, away from his tent and off the fake grass, he's built a little fire.
Yep. He's got marshmallows. And some random fish ganked from the kitchens, skewered and cooking.
More than anything, it's sort of like being at home. He's missed camping under the stars (even if these are fake) and he's missed what could be considered normalcy on the boat. He's missed his friends, and... well. Being out here like this, he can't help but miss Suki and Yue.
He still doesn't believe entirely that his home world could be gone. Denial is a powerful thing, when you allow it to be. Sokka's smart enough to know that... really, there was a little too much realism in those visions from before. Really, there's a possibility. But... it was nice to think that maybe home was still there. After all that had happened, there'd be a home to go to.]
Nice night, huh?
[Beat.]
I mean, not that would know because there's no one up here, but it's, uh-- I can tell you.
Yeah.
Nice night.
Anyone want some company?
[Guys? Anyone?]
And, away from his tent and off the fake grass, he's built a little fire.
Yep. He's got marshmallows. And some random fish ganked from the kitchens, skewered and cooking.
More than anything, it's sort of like being at home. He's missed camping under the stars (even if these are fake) and he's missed what could be considered normalcy on the boat. He's missed his friends, and... well. Being out here like this, he can't help but miss Suki and Yue.
He still doesn't believe entirely that his home world could be gone. Denial is a powerful thing, when you allow it to be. Sokka's smart enough to know that... really, there was a little too much realism in those visions from before. Really, there's a possibility. But... it was nice to think that maybe home was still there. After all that had happened, there'd be a home to go to.]
Nice night, huh?
[Beat.]
I mean, not that would know because there's no one up here, but it's, uh-- I can tell you.
Yeah.
Nice night.
Anyone want some company?
[Guys? Anyone?]