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[markofthebrave]

[Filtered 100 percent AWAY from: Sokka, Toph, Zuko, Yue, Suki, Shikamaru, Chouji, Ino, Shino, Naruto, Sasuke, Itachi, Trafalgar, Nami, Sanji, Luffy, Chopper, and anyone else she thinks might recognize her handwriting, despite the pains she's going to in order to disguise it, or show the journal to people she really doesn't want to see this - Raine and Temari and Iroh.

All replies will be written unless stated otherwise. The camera is obscured by a wrapped around piece of brown cloth.]

Do you think that there's such a thing as a power that is wrong, not because of how it's used, but just because of what it does?

[After staying holed up in her room with the door shut - quite an unusual break of habit for her - Katara decides to head into town. She wants to check out that night club that she'd heard about - she heard there would be music!

From there it's the usual errands, like the grocery store and the Item Shop. Dinner tonight will be Something Spicy, but she hasn't figured out what yet. Maybe it'll help get Sokka out of his funk.]

Comments

[markofthegod.livejournal.com]

As long as there's not brussel sprouts. Toph miiight rebel if there are.

[the holding the i thing sounds right]

[markofthebrave]

[Exasperated, she rolls her eyes.] You put them in an omelette once...

[And then fixes him with a look.] There are no brussel sprouts, Sokka. Okay? I think this will be a nice dinner.

[markofthegod.livejournal.com]

[this is where she backs off. Right? Okay, she can do this song and dance]

Okay. You need me to do anything?

[markofthebrave]

You can set the table when dinner's ready, if you want.

[Or clean it at the end when she bails on all of you to go practice. You know. The regular routine.]

[markofthegod.livejournal.com]

[Well by now she's gotten the jist of what's normal with dinner but even now it feels weird to not help with preparation. But... whatever. More to occupy space than anything she goes to get a soda from the fridge]

[markofthebrave]

[Just cooking away over here, moving without even really 'seeing' to better accommodate him.]

[markofthe-god.livejournal.com]

[Wow man she feels like a putz. Oh well, one root beer later, he's going to retreat to the other room. And then... after about five minutes back to the kitchen. He's going to get stuff to set the table early]