Door To Door, Knock Knock

[princeinexile]

Now laden with a couple of trips worth of bedding, Zuko travels door to door. Mel left him to find Harth and clean up their place, and so Zuko does not worry -- he goes, instead, arms laden with bedding, door to door, knocking to see where people are

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[there_is_a_me]

The door to room 208 opens a few inches to reveal a largely green-clad man somewhere in his late twenties who was just in the process of adjusting a compound bow. He's still got it in hand, in fact. "Sure, could do," he says cheerfully- and blinks. "Need a hand with those?"

He sets the bow down just to one side of the door.

[princeinexile]

Zuko shakes his head, and then sets the big bag -- a great black trash bag, well packed, one of two, and the kid's pretty good at hauling both -- and starts to fold two blankets from it. "No, I've got it. If I can't haul these up a few flights of stares, I'm a shame to my people."

Step-training with buckets of water on a pole over the shoulders? You betcha.

"I don't think I've met you. I'm Zuko."

[there_is_a_me]

Spoon nods. "All right, then," he says, stepping aside to push the door the rest of the way open. "Oh, you're Zuko? My name's Spoon."

He sticks out his right hand for the shaking, but he seems to be perfectly willing to smile.

[princeinexile]

Zuko arches a brow, but accepts the hand. "I've been spoken of, then?" he asks. What filth are they telling you about him!?

[air_scooting]

Suppliiiies you say?

Aang leapt through his room and opened the door, grinning widely. "Hey, Zuko!" he greeted quite cheerily for a starving tired kid who's your enemy child stuck in a post-apocalyptic world.

[princeinexile]

And he gets hit in the face with a blanket. And then a second one.

"...you're looking a little ragged," He says, frowning. "Don't get sick, Avatar."

Concerned? Zuko? Perish the thought.

[air_scooting]

Oof! Ack! Aang stumbled back a bit then turned to drop the blankets to the floor. He grinned at Zuko. D'aw.

"It's okay. I'm just kinda tired! Thanks for the blankets. Maybe I just need a nap!"

[princeinexile]

"..." Zuko frowns a little. "We'll be bringing more food from the mall, and here's a -- thing there, a machine that gives something called ice cream. It's very cold, but it's sweet. Go get some after you've eaten a meal. Nothing that sweet can be good for you."

Speaks the master of the Fire Nation Sweet Tooth Gobbling technique. And yet? HE's still hasn't found the SWEET FACTORY. Beware when he does.

[lovemyneighbors]

Josh opened his door.

There was no holy light spilling from behind it, although that would have been hilarious.

"Hi," he said cheerfully. "I don't need anything, but I figure I may as well meet everyone. I'm Joshua-bar-Yosef--you can call me Josh. Who're you?"

Zuko.

He might not have the omnipotence, but he's still on fire with the names. Oh yeah.

[princeinexile]

"Zuko," the boy replies. "I've got blankets here-- and I"m not even goign to ask if you need them." For he knows EVERYONE DOES HERE because it's COLD.

So he starts to unload two. Everyone gets two. Up until the time that there are too many people, and then people start to have only ONE.

[lovemyneighbors]

Josh waved a hand. "I don't need any. Give them to someone else that needs them more."

He was a zen Buddhist yogi master. Most of his divine powers were gone, but that didn't mean all that he'd learned was, and one of the things he'd done with the monks was sit out in the snow and meditate in the mountains.

[princeinexile]

"Are you sure?" Zuko's brows lift. Sure, he could bend and keep warm, but... He liked blankets, too, so he didn't ahve to meditate on warmth in his sleep!

[fengmei]

The door to apartment 100 -- the one that used to be 107 until Biff had his way with the last digit -- opens.

The girl who opens it is wearing his coat.

"Always."

This is not your average cordial 'always' that implies 'come on in' -- it's nothing less than an observation, that she would always want some supplies.

In the background? Pit bull barking.

[princeinexile]

Zuko blinks at the girl.

In his coat.

He got a new one; a long duster, leather, black. It suits him well enough.

He pulls two blanekts out, and then offers them. "Here," he says simply. "... I don't recall getting your name. I'm Zuko."

[fengmei]

"River. Tam. Simon Tam is in the other room. Making something gross," River amends, but ... sort of smiles.

[princeinexile]

"Simon Tam?" Zuko asks, looking at the other door. Making something gross? ...Well, okay then. "Is he-- family of yours?"

Tam, family name, he must assume. Very short. Kind of poetic. Simple. He drags out extra blankets-- for if there are more people here, they need more blankets. "Anyone else staying with you?"

[wash_drives]

Wash cracked the door to 108 open and poked his head out, "Yo, sure." He opened the door completely and smiled, "Haven't met you yet. I'm Wash."

[princeinexile]

Zuko blinks. DUDE RED HAIR. "I'm Zuko," the boy offers, and then starts to unload his sack of blankets. "Here. We brought supplies down from the mall. Bedding and there's some soap and things in 202."

Just your friendly neighborhood son of a horrible dictator bent on world domination.

[wash_drives]

"Thanks," Wash gathered his blanket with a twinge of the heart: it was made for one.

Shut up he mentally slapped himself.

"What's a mall?"

[princeinexile]

"It's a big indoor market," Zuko says. "Really big."

Never mind he doesn't know Wash's idea of 'big' is 'small planet covered in market', but ... to him it's big.