The car is rattling significantly more than it did when they left, although that might just be due to the driver change: it's the younger Sokka behind the wheel. Not that he's a bad driver, just inexperienced ( Read more... )

Sokka is in the passenger seat of the car today, which means the jeep is jumping and bumping just a little bit more than usual. But the younger boy isn't a bad driver, just new to it ( Read more... )

The ocean here is somehow not even a little bit as exciting as Sokka had expected.

He's sitting at the top of a sand dune, watching the grey, kraken-free (so far) waves break on the rocky shore, and brooding so hard that he's practically oozing angst. Sure he sort of has an excuse, but it's a little bit lame nevertheless.

Well.

He has a blanket.

And shoes, thanks to the generosity of an abandoned gas station containing a (luckily frozen) corpse.

There's really not much else to recommend this situation.

THERE IS PIZZA.

Steph is really pleased with the results of her baking and cooking. And it's been about a ZILLION YEARS since she had pizza.

So now, there is lots of pizza. And there's streamers and a handful of balloons, and plenty of glitter, and in every room (almost) of the farmhouse there are arrows pointing towards the kitchen with PIZZA ( Read more... )

The car that pulls into the front yard of the farm looks more or less exactly the way it did before, if a little muddier. The boy who gets out from behind the wheel, though, looks -- well, like crap.

He kisses Claire, gives the others an awkward and very false smile, and then squares his shoulders and heads for the farmhouse.

He has to tell the other Sokka. And the other other Sokka, if he finds him.

It's the worst thing this Sokka has ever faced, ever, even including Azula. But it has to be done.

The problem is that he has to go back to the farm, where the older Sokka is. And Claire's ... not going to be very enthused by that idea.

"Claire? Can I ... ask you

Team "Get-Away-From-Sylar-No-Really-This-Time" has made good progress, but even they need to sleep occasionally. Toph makes rock tents for all of them, because it's easier than looting, and even though she makes four, she knows perfectly well that right now, only two are being slept in.

It must be awfully stuffy in that one, but at least they're ( Read more... )

Sokka doesn't know it, but they're at the Chicago end of Lake Michigan. They've steered clear of people and cities, made their way through the countryside, found a quiet field sloping down to the edge of the water. On the way they stopped to pick up what they needed ( Read more... )

Toph and Penance are back at their campsite. Sokka has to admit he isn't quite sure where this Metropolis is any more, or if they're even driving in the right direction -- but nobody really minds. There's plenty of food and water around, they've still got heaps of spare fuel, and all four teens are having the time of their lives racketing around ( Read more... )