[ITP: Wang. Wang Fire.]

[o_sarchasm]

[Today, in camp proper, there is a man -- nay, a legend -- sitting at a simple, wooden table. Just sitting, serene and patient as insert metaphor of your choice here. Perhaps he looks familiar. Where he got the table, how he grew such a fine and mighty beard, why you feel so compelled to touch it -- such questions matter not

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[touch_fayth]

... 'Kay.

[o_sarchasm]

Not very decisive, are we?

[touch_fayth]

Sorry, I was busy thinking about how "Wang Fire" sounds like a rash.

[o_sarchasm]

What!?

[parasol_hero]

...My goodness.

[o_sarchasm]

[regal nod]

[parasol_hero]

What is this tale, pray tell? I must confess I am quite intrigued!

[o_sarchasm]

As you should be.

[lordoverflowers]

*you lost me after 'gather round'*

[bookoverflowers]

...

[nudge]

[lordoverflowers]

*asd;flkj*

WHAT, I WASN'T DOING ANY---...oh, Rui.

[bookoverflowers]

You shouldn't just fall asleep anywhere.

[milfoverflowers]

Nice beard.

[sharpasfire]

[let's just pretend this is later and everyone had a chance to organize right, and she already knows something is up]

...hot air balloonery?

[emogothninja]

[I like your thinking]

What's a Water Tribe peasant doing with a hot air balloon?

[sharpasfire]

That's a very good question, Mai. One I would like answered.

Although why he let an animal crawl on his face and die there is a mystery I'd be happy to remain ignorant of.

[emogothninja]

Ugh. You took the words right out of my mouth, Azula. It's probably infested with disgusting bugs, too.