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Sokka's been spending most of his time in the media library recently. After all, everybody loves the media library. Sokka admittedly spends most of his time watching WWE matches, a spy show, the most overdramatic documentaries he can find, and the occasional episode of Thomas the Tank Engine. Sokka does not make himself a slave to the recommended

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[allican_do]

Okay!

Actually, this particular part of his audience is more likely to make fun of him than to congratulate him, but he can worry about that later. Since she can see his wolftail from the other end of the hallway, Katara sees no problem with running up from behind her brother, putting her hands on his shoulders and pushing him along.

"There you are! Come on, come on!"

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Shock! For a moment, Sokka considers using his warrior's instincts to turn around and pummel the monster who's attacked him, but then the monster who's attacked him talks, and it's a monster he quite likes and does not actually want to pummel.

"Where are we going?" Sokka asks, trying to keep up with her pushing as best as his little flailing legs can.

[allican_do]

"To the Sensorium! I promised you jerky a while ago and I know you're probably starving right this second!"

Because her brother is always starving, including after every meal. Push, push, push! And look, there's the Sensorium! Better open the door before you hit it!

[meatnsarcasm]

Sokka manages to push the door open with a spare arm.

"You said you could make slop taste like seal jerky because you were joking with me to defuse the tension of our near-argument! Wait, what, you meant it? What's a Sensoriyom?"

[meatnsarcasm]

"Yeah, I figured," Sokka says, looking around. It takes him a moment, but he recognises this place. He's been here before, after all, and with that in mind he figures he knows who it is. ...Well, there's two options, but he figures this ain't Katara.

"Aang?" he calls. "It's me. You in here?"

While he waits, though, he settles beside a scrub of flowers, and investigates the petals. The Temple never looked like this when he was there. This is Aang's real home, in time as well as space... it's not really Sokka's thing, who's more into the majesty of bustling cities like Omashu and Ba Sing Se, but he can tell it's pretty.

[meatnsarcasm]

"Hey, Aang."

Sokka heads over to the window, looks at his buddy the Avatar. Yeah, that's not his happy face. Which is horrible, because all of Aang's faces are his happy face. It's one of the most insufferable things about him.

"You okay?" Sokka pauses, and gestures to the nearest door. "...Maybe I should knock, right?"

[fastandferal]

There's a cat-bot also prowling the hallways. Be vewy vewy quiet, he's hunting newbies!

But he could also stop to chat with people he hasn't really talked to before. And people walking in the hallways in a daze could always use some talking to.

"Oh, hey!" There's a light pause as he remembers, "Sokka!"

Those fangs are bared in a friendly grin.

[meatnsarcasm]

Hey, look, it's another of the robots! ...Well, Sokka figures it's a robot. Typically if the animals are talking, and they have little metal bits, then they're transforming robots.

Sokka waves.

"Hey. Cheetor, right?"

This goes way beyond the internal combustion engine.

[fastandferal]

You know what they say about assuming - it makes an ass out of u and me.

Of course, sometimes it's also right.

"Yeah, Cheetor! Guess it's one of the easier names to remember." He still has trouble remembering the names of humans.

[meatnsarcasm]

Success! Sokka assumed and won.

"Yeah - it's like our word chi, so it's not hard to remember."

That's the thing about coming from alternate worlds. Sokka has no idea what a cheetah is. Sabretoothed moose lions are not quite the same thing.

"You're Rattrap's friend, right?"