(After thisIt wasn't that Katara thought she was wrong - she didn't. Jet was overreacting, not thinking ahead ( Read more... )

[OOM: After Mel busts up his face, Jet and Katara have some quality time that turns sour when Jet discovers that his future may be cut short. Katara's choices in these matters do not please him ( Read more... )

Ryan's looking much better. His skin has ceased to peel and is now merely pink instead of red. In light of this turn of events, he's at a table with a bottle of Black Bush whiskey and two decks of cards. He's right in the middle of a game of Spider, but he's quite up to conversation.

Yesterday was too surprising. Today, Katara's looking for normal things to balance it out ( Read more... )

[Elsewhere, before Milliways: Jet and company set sail! -- or at least, leave the past behind and move forward with hope for a new beigninng...The station at Ba Sing Se is PACKED with people. There are, without a doubt, twelve avatar impersonators, a couple of Katara's (not a single Sokka; not that he cares, but it makes Jet feel a little better) ( Read more... )

Hiro has -- made himself comfortable. Sure, by doing so he fell asleep in a boothe, but-- still. The guy's had a long (confusing, squee-filled) day. Still, he woke up to the bustling of bar and began to stumble about, realizing ( Read more... )

They weren't gone very long -- but now Katara and Zuko are back in the bar.

He shakes her hand off, and then stands stiff, threading the ring back onto it's chain.

"Fine. You're back. Find your stupid toy."

[Two Muns, one post-- be sure to IM the players, or specify who you're talking to in tags if you tag on.]

Katara is sitting at a table in the bar, a cup of milk tea to the side of her.

Because right in front of her are two little dolls - one of which bears a startling resemblance to herself, the other to Mike the Turtle. Smiling slightly, she's not so much playing with them as inspecting them.

...Maybe she's playing a little. Shut up.

Stephanie is curled limply in an armchair, sideways, cheek pressed against the cool fabric, staring absently and unseeingly at the fireplace. At the fire, really. At the flame ( Read more... )

"Oh-- oh no ( Read more... )