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[Sneeze and you break it filter to CR at around 4 am this morning.]

I'm back. I'm fine. I hope everyone's okay. Good night.

[So then Katara wakes up much, much later and will be just puttering around the house for a while for those who are inclined to catch her in serious conversation. She sends notes to Trafalgar and to Gelda to let them know that although she's back she feels like she needs to take a few days off... she's still very tired, and as of yet not feeling like being around people.

All that changes, however, on Wednesday. She needs to get out of the house, she needs to do something life-affirming and fun... and isn't it fortunate that she's been working on building several ~~insane~~ ~~monstrous~~ intense snow tracks for people to go sledding on? She decides to go check on them and to bring her journal with them.

Finding that their structural integrity hasn't been too damaged without constant maintenance and that the cold weather still holds... she decides that today is the day to show them off.]

Hey, everyone - I've been working on something the past few weeks and if you like sledding then... [She trails off and flips the journal over so that the journal feed will reveal three sledding tracks. She's made good use of all the snow in the past month or so, the clearing is very nearly bare of it - instead, there is the very large one, made completely of tunnels and requiring snow-cut stairs to ascend and once dared will necessitate a few on-the-walls themselves turns, there is the slightly less large one that seems to be composed mostly of sheer drops, and there is the normal-sized one that is essentially one long spiral down to ground level.] then grab your sleds. Don't worry, I've had a few people test them and they've held up just fine! It's south of the barracks, by the river.

[OOC: If anyone wants to come sledding, please do! Threadjacks of all sorts are welcome!

Also, if I could get those who attend the school, work in the clinics, or attend combat medicine lessons to give this a quick glance and offer input, that would be awesome! \o/!]

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[Her lips are still pulled upwards from her laughter into a grin until she sees what he's written... and then they fall a little into a contemplative near-smirk.]

Or you could quit while you're ahead.

True you probably swooned at my beautiful first poem already.

[...He means this as teasing. to be petty back. but]

[But it's hard to convey tone via text, and since she had been joking she takes it jokingly, at first, and puts her pen down on the paper to write...

...but then she recognizes the jab in it, the push. And the amusement leaves her face. Is it really always going to be like this?]

I didn't think you'd [meant the poem as a joke. No. She goes back and crosses it out. She doesn't want to get into this like this. She knew it hadn't been a joke, and throwing the nonsequitor, the push in his face like that isn't something that she wants to do, and neither is getting further into that subject right now.

Instead she goes up and circles "swooned" and draws an arch away from it and writes:] I'm not the swooning type.

[And she is tempted to draw a face with a tongue sticking out, and just barely refrains - mostly because her heart's still dragging down from the reminder of the emotional tangle that she's currently avoiding.]

Edited 2012-02-08 08:49 (UTC)

[He says "Maaaaah, I suppose not" out loud. Again, he flushes, because why on earth is he vocally responding to text. Jeez! He then considers how to reply to that... HMMM]

No that doesn't suit you at all.

I apologized.

[Heh. That, on the other hand, lifts her heart and makes her smile.]

Apology accepted. [And here she draws a smiley face.]

Edited 2012-02-08 09:00 (UTC)

I meant to Zuko

Oh. [She didn't so much as say that out loud as force herself to write it because... wow, she wasn't expecting that at all.

Instantly she has a thousand questions but. She can try to just write one.]

How did it go?

[You're not DEAD, so that's a promising sign.]

Edited 2012-02-08 09:03 (UTC)

Ask him?

[Because it's not threaded. he gives a thumbs up though. To the book - oops written. Drawing a thumbs up]

I will. [Again. Not dead. That's a promising sign.

...man, what to say. That seems like so long ago now, after the week she'd had. But she remembers now, sitting beside him on the couch, telling him 'No.' She remembers very nearly falling on top of him, and the moment where their laughter stopped. And she remembers how quickly things had changed. And there's that hollow feeling, that he had moved so easily to do that.

She wants to ask him why he said it, but she's not sure that she, as Just a Friend, has the right. It was easier before she had to worry about where the lines were. And she's not sure she wants to have a conversation that serious with him over paper like this.]

I'm glad that you apologized. It was the right thing to do.

[I did it for you.

No. Well... yes. He insulted him for her. He apologized for her. The whole situation was if not created it was informed by her. He pauses a moment before writing the next thing]

No need to be dramatic.

[he circles "right" on her line and points an arrow to his own]

[Frown.]

It was. [She underlines "was," twice.] I'm not saying it to be dramatic, I'm saying it because that's what I think.

You're making me blust (o///o)

[Well, she made her point, she doesn't need to press it.

So she just circles the weird parentheses at the end of his sentence and draws a line out of it to write:] Blushing?

Edited 2012-02-09 14:58 (UTC)

You got it [And now he actually draws a winky face here. Because making a semi-colon thing would be inefficient]

Ha!

[Just that. A tiny 'ha' of victory. She has defeated your strange language of symbols!]

Well learned, my student.

Thank you. [But then she draws a smiley face... with a tongue sticking out at him.]

♥ My pleasure ♥

[She sighs at those hearts, but chooses not to engage him in it.]

I'll talk to you later, okay, Masaomi? [...she's not sure if she should thank him for writing the poem, because it's not like she asked him to, not like she wanted him to... but she knows that he did it for her. Ugh. What to do?

...]

Thank you for sharing the poem with me.

It was my pleasure, Katara.

[Another small sigh at that and then... Katara closes the book.]

[HE WILL BE THERE FOR THE SLEDDING TOO.

IT MAY OR MAY NOT BE BETTER TO ASSUME THAT.

YOU DECIDE BASED ON THE SOKKA THREAD IMO]

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