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markofthebrave) wrote2011-07-04 09:52 pm
markofthebrave) wrote2011-07-04 09:52 pm
BACKDATED to July 3rd [ Action, Voice ] .049
[Today, Katara sleeps in far later than her custom - in fact, she won't wake up until around one. No one in the house particularly wants her up, and when she does wake she feels as if a platypus bear has been playing kickball with her head. Everything is stuffed in cotton. And then some remaining memories of the past few days filter in through the pain, and suddenly Katara doesn't want to wake up.
She rolls over and finds her journal, blinking the lights from her eyes.]
Did you ever wake up feeling like you owed half the village an apology?
[She shuts the book, having overestimated her ability to do and be... anything. Everything hurts right now, and it's only several hours later when she'll get up out of the bed and make responses to anyone who may have responded back to her post.
If anyone in the house feels like ministering to a girl with a hell of of an experimental hangover, she'll be in her room and then in the kitchen, holding her head in her hands as she drinks water. It doesn't seem that Nala works for hangovers, and her concentration is way too shot to try to fix her own headache.]
She rolls over and finds her journal, blinking the lights from her eyes.]
Did you ever wake up feeling like you owed half the village an apology?
[She shuts the book, having overestimated her ability to do and be... anything. Everything hurts right now, and it's only several hours later when she'll get up out of the bed and make responses to anyone who may have responded back to her post.
If anyone in the house feels like ministering to a girl with a hell of of an experimental hangover, she'll be in her room and then in the kitchen, holding her head in her hands as she drinks water. It doesn't seem that Nala works for hangovers, and her concentration is way too shot to try to fix her own headache.]
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She's just going to groan again.]
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[And Toph is just going to head to the fridge and get out a soda, muttering something under her breath that sounds like "basket case".]
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And being the boss that she is about introspection, eventually. Explode.]
I can't believe I did that!
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Okay, you gotta spill now. I promise I won't tell anyone. But you need someone to talk to, right?
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I'm pretty sure I tried to kiss a friend of mine. In front of another friend of mine.
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Yeah, okay, that sounds pretty bad, any way you look at it.
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[This is a sour face and it's being pointed in your direction.]
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I can't even remember what happened.
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[There's some positive encouragement for you!]
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[You see. The two of them were matched up during the Valentine's experiment. Not that Toph needs to know this.]
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Just tell him you were Malnosso-crazy. You can't really blame yourself, so as long as they're not lame, they'll understand, right?
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[She frowns, suddenly serious.]
I really hate them, Toph.
[It may not be actual 'hate.' But it is 'I will take them down and like it if given half a chance, and I'll hope that it hurts.]
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...Yeah. It really, really sucks here.
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She stands up.]
I'm gonna go lay down and look through the journals to see what I've missed.
[Clearly, she must be feeling like something a badgermole stepped on if she's going to willing lay down during the day.
Just wait until she finds out Chouji's been sent home.]
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Thanks, Toph.
[She means it. She'd say that she was glad she was back and that she's sorry about - whatever the other her did - but she thinks they pretty much covered it, and she's not gonna drag Toph into mushy stuff when she already has a headache.]