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[Well, Sokka was his Avatar alternate again. That alone is enough to call for some alone time, but with the news he brought... she definitely needed some time to clear her head. Fortunately, there is a public service she can easily perform. If your house is still snowed in? There is a waterbender digging you out. For about half the day, she is her normal self.

...sometime around two, though, she starts feeling lightheaded. Realizing she'd unintentionally skipped lunch, she heads back towards the center of town. As she walks, she starts feeling heavier and heavier. Something's wrong. Katara reaches for her journal to call for help, but it's too little, too late. She falls face first into a snowbank, the journal falling opened beside her.

When she opens her eyes, her hair is blocking her vision. Longer and unbound... her clothes feel almost painfully tight across the chest and she gasps a little.]

What? Where am I? [A deep breath, and slightly louder, as if she's expecting a response:] Aang?

[Sitting up, she shakes her head, one hand going to her waterskin... and that's when she notices the wings. Her eyes go wide.]

Is this... I had dreams like this...

[Standing up, the picture shows her body at an angle. She's certainly grown. After glancing around a bit, she reaches down to pick up the journal.] I remember... this... feels too strange not to be real...

Hello? I'm not sure if I'm doing this right, but... I'm Katara. I think I remember this place... and a girl with reddish hair and... what were they called? Not oranges... something else. And there was someone - a man - with white hair and he went "Oooh?" a lot... and I remember... cigarettes and cooking and... [So many, many more. Fragments of a dream - a man who stretched his face, a skeleton playing music, a reindeer that danced... an ice dragon... green hair and white hair in front of a classroom and... shadows, dreams, fragments of things... flying people and conversations over tea and a wolfgirl and so, so much that only made sense in dreams...] And -- I don't know. Does this make any sense?

[But even as she's talking she's starting to walk. These clothes are too small - it looks like she's on a path. Let's see where it takes her.]

((OOC: Katara is now in her early twenties and from a happy canon projection. Tags post-transformation from

notatearbender. If you want to grab her before then, just indicate it in the tagline! XD))

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They were mikans.

Edited 2010-12-02 20:45 (UTC)

[Wouldja believe he just went back to normal fifteen minutes ago? Because he did. And promptly went to be alone and catch on some light reading. Er, listening.

And this...]

--Katara?

Was that what they were? [She stops abruptly. That voice definitely came from the journal. She quickly lifts it up to her face.] Is this - that place, then? It wasn't just a dream?

[...it is you. This place...]

Not a dream, Katara. You're just a lot older now than you were.

[Temporarily. She won't mention that part.]

Yes? That's me.

[That voice is--]

I know, it's been ages since I started having them... back before the end of the war.

[Peeeeeeeeeering at the picture in the book.] Do I... know you?

You did. When you were fifteen. It's Nami. Navigator of the Straw Hats.

Nami... [The name rings a bell but she can't place it. There's just this - feeling.]

Were we friends? It feels like we were...

You're in Luceti.

[There's a slight pause from the tired sounding man, as if he's considering something]

...Welcome back.

...Luceti. [She stops short.] This is... this is someplace real?

As real as it can get, yeah. Although if you went home, it probably doesn't feel real to be back here again.

You probably don't remember me. I'm Derek.

Derek. [Strange name. But... there is something about the voice that's familiar. There had been... music? Different kinds of instruments?]

No, everything's all... fuzzy. It's like trying to remember a dream.

Not surprised, especially since it looks like time passed at home for you. You've been pulled out of your reality, pretty much. The good news is that time at 'home' will stand still while you're here.

Will warn you though, bunch of years have passed for you. But...they haven't for us here. So don't be surprised if other folks are surprised you're older. Not all of them will be able to keep it to themselves.

[That is an awful lot of information to take in at once, so excuse her as she suddenly becomes very, very calm.]

This place... we're all trapped here, aren't we.

[Aang. Tenzin.]

Yeah, we are. But some of us go home. Like you did. So at some point, you'll probably go home again, and it'll be like you were never here from your point of view.

[A sigh. At least she's not a child.]

You're doing it right, Katara.

...or like it's a dream.

[Her memories are starting to clear the longer she's there, the more she talks through this strange thing.]

...were there... people from my world here too?

[along the path is a young girl making tracks in the snow]

[Assuming she's been talking in this thing for a little while...]

Well, that's good to hear. I don't suppose you'd be able to point me towards the plaza? I seem to be in need of new clothes.

Still are. They might be as confused as you, though. Do you remember the experiments? We're going through one right now. Lasting longer than usual. More chaotic than usual, too.

Not that hard. Roads in town will lead you straight to it.

I don't remember it well...

[But there was a vague churning in her stomach which indicated... these experiments were often unpleasant.]

Can you tell me who is here for my world? And more about what these experiments do?

Roads go two ways. [And it's cold, man.]

[Far be it from this young mother to see a child playing in the snow and not greet her. Or, you know, have a source for information. That would be nice too.] Hello there.

Oh hi Miss Katara. ...Oh! You're older now, too!

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