After the events of "Endgame," Noatak and Lu Ten turn up on a not-so-deserted island. Its centerpiece is an infinitely large hotel whose rooms do really bizarre things to whoever walks in. Ongoing, rated PG-13 unless otherwise mentioned.

1. hungry and hollow for all the things you took away
Lu Ten finds a half-dead Noatak washed up on the beach. ( Read more... )

In what had been an altogether strange conversation, Amon had uncharacteristically mentioned having a favorite restaurant. And was very specific and exacting in making sure the Lieutenant knew the address. He's not exactly sure if it was a subtle hint not to harrass a particular business owner, or if Amon thought he was starting to look a little on ( Read more... )

It's time for another round of room exploring with Noatak and Lu Ten!

Lu Ten is taking the lead this time, half humming, half singing a few snatches of songs under his breath. He can't remember more than a few lines of each of them, so in the end it's just a jumble of random folk songs, popular tunes, and snippets of a few picture shows.

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They're looking for food, this time--Noatak had mentioned a dish from his childhood, and Lu Ten had never tried it. As he opens the door, hoping for a kitchen or a restaurant or the like, Noatak wonders when they had started looking for other things besides just a way back to Republic City. And he wonders if their...friendship could have been like ( Read more... )

It's completely pointless to be out here, but he has to go somewhere. Even if he never finds a way off this island, he has to get away from that strange building, those strange people, and his next door neighbor Amon. So Lu Ten's stalking down the beach, ignoring the rain... though he kind of misses having goggles. Maybe he should get some without ( Read more... )

They're walking along, just idly exploring the corridors, and Noatak is almost pathetically glad for it. He'd missed his trust, his companionship. Missed him.

The room he chooses looks innocent enough, which, of course, doesn't mean anything. Still, he steps in--if there's any chance of getting back, then it has to be in a room.

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For the thirty thousand millionth time or so, the (former) Lieutenant walks along the beach, looking for a way off this crazy island.

"Beebending," he spits, shaking his head.

For once, he's alone out here. No magicians, no psychics, no "heroes" in eye-searingly bright, skintight garments, no grey kids with horns. No damned beebenders, and today ( Read more... )