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[If you are passing by the Southmost bridge at just the right time, you will find it hard not to notice the girl in an unusual dress and boots facedown on the ground. One shoulder is strangely disjointed, and there are bruises up and down her arms, particularly violent ones around her wrists. She looks like nothing more than a broken and discarded doll.

As the sun continues to set, the coolness in the ground will cause her to start to stir. When she sits up, she grimaces, moving as if there might be something wrong with her ribs. If you happen to be looking at her as she does, you'll notice the sickening blue and yellow bruise spread across her right collarbone, the lovely shiner on her eye.

The wonderful thing about Luceti? Sometimes there's a journal right where you need it. She barely has enough presence of mind to make sure the picture points away from her face, but her voice is very tired.]

Sokka, Aang - I'm back. [Sorry Suki, Zuko.] I'm okay.

[10 100 (thank you, Shikamaru) percent filter to Chopper, Raine]
Hey guys, if you're there - I could use a little help.

[She doesn't want her brother and Aang to see her like this.]

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Costumes? Why would they do that?

[Give her a minute, she hasn't exactly noticed what she's wearing yet.]

I don't know, to annoy us? It was something to do with a Halloween holiday that happened yesterday, but I put my money on to annoy us.

Oh.

[And she glances down.]

[...to notice that her attire is very, very different.]

GAH!

...they stick you in a costume?

[There is a long, pained silence.]

If you can call it that.

[She's too tired to even rage. It's not enough that they did - what they did? They had to return her like this? It's beyond humiliating.]

I guess they didn't want you to miss out on the fun. Hopefully you can take it off.

[A hiss of pain as she moves to try to readjust the tight collar around her neck. What is this material? It itches.]

I wouldn't have minded missing out on this.

...you mean they get stuck?

[She is momentarily horrified by this.]

Yeah... if you tried to take it off it suddenly appeared back on you. I was a monster with this weird... claw thing. Every time I tried to take the claw off it came back.

[You know what? She's way too tired to even care about this. But there is something more important - annoying as costumes are...]

But everyone's OK, right?

[She hasn't heard from Sokka yet. Or Aang. Or Zuko or Suki...]

Yeah...

[He pauses.]

There were some scary images around town too. Like... suddenly you'd see a wall start to bleed and then blink and it would disappear. Nothing real so no one was hurt, but people may be a bit shaken up by it still.

Oh. [That... doesn't sound good.] Like... what happened around the earthquake?

Kinda, when there were little flashes from home and such?

Oh. That... doesn't sound good.

It's not so bad. It's over now. [And he's only telling her now because she'll probably hear something sooner or later.] None of it was real. I mean one time I had a vision that a donut was trying to eat me.

[Her laugh ends in a soft hiss of pain. OK. Laughing with bruised ribs = bad.]

That sounds like a dream Sokka's had.

[And... she knows you're not telling her everything, Vash. But now isn't the time and it's over now anyway, right? So.. so it's OK if she doesn't push.]

Careful, I guess I shouldn't make you laugh. Try not to take deep breaths right now.

Yeah...

[Ow. D:]

Don't worry, I'm sure Chopper will be there soon. He'll take good care of you.

[Vash may, in fact, hear someone in the background now. It appears that Katara has been joined by someone.]

I know he will. And it's not that bad, really.

Is someone there with you? [SOMEONE SAFE!]

[She nods, not that he can see it because Katara's been very careful to keep the journal from pointing at her face.] Michael's here.

[Also, nodding is stupid and she is very tired and when she turns to address Michael the journal slips in her hand just a little to the side... not enough for Vash to see her face, but he might get a good view of the nasty bruising along her collarbone before she realizes her hand went down and adjusts the book to show nothing at all again a few seconds after.]

[Vash winces at the bruising, but isn't going to say anything. A doctor is on his way and he doubts you need someone visibly worrying about you. So he'll put on a smile and focus on other things.]

I don't think I know Michael. A friend of yours?

Yeah. He's nice.

[She is not quite sure she'd call him a friend because his 'niceness' is weird, but she trusts him enough to have her back and to ask him to watch out for someone else's so - good enough.]

That's good, I'm glad he's there with you.

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