markofthebrave | [ Action, Written, Video ] .057

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[ Action, Written, Video ] .057

[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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Oh, are you in town? Do you think you can bring back some cinnamon rolls?

[And this is him, turning around to go for the bakery he just passed.] Can do.

[Hahahahahaha, Personal Fire Lord Delivery service - best ever.]

Thanks, Zuko. When you get back, I'll be in my room.

[Yeah, don't get used to it.

... Or do, because he does like to be useful.]

Yeah.

[Journal closed -- and food being procured. Give him about half an hour and he'll be knocking on her door.]

Come in!

[Katara's just. Sitting up in bed against the wall, vaguely looking through some of her medical notes. What, she's resting, all right? She smiles at Zuko when she sees him.]

Did you bring them?

[He blinks at her and then sets the box on the foot of the bed.] No. I thought I'd completely ignore your request and come into your room anyway.

Clearly, you felt like taking your life in your hands. [She passes them back to him with a mock puppy dog look.] Warm them up?

[Yes, she's milking it, but she can, so... she might as well.]

[There's one brief moment when he entertains frying them to a crisp, but he ultimately does as she requests.] Anything else?

[Try not to push your luck, Katara.]

[She grins engagingly - she wins - and leans forward with one of the perfectly happy hot cinnamon rolls.]

Take one and have a seat?

[Okay, that he can do. Without arguing, even.] I'd hope I get one. I brought 'em over.

[Sigh.]

Yes, Zuko. And I appreciate it.

It must have been such a sacrifice, stopping in the bakery on your way back home.

[Dryly:] You've no idea. I was two steps past it when you wanted them.

The horror. [And she rips off a piece of cinnamon bun and pops it in her mouth. Mmmm.]

[He takes a bite himself before asking his next question.] How'd the mission go?

[...oh.]

It was... rough. I don't know if I'd volunteer for it again.

[She doesn't need the extra nightmares, even if her reasons for going were sound. It had been... bad. She hadn't felt safe the entire time she was out there. Alone, with a few others from other encampments, but mostly surrounded by Malnosso? She really... hadn't liked it at all.]

Yeah? Then don't put yourself through it again. Other people can handle those missions.

I might not.

[She admits this very, very quietly, no longer looking at him, the cinnamon bun now listless in one hand as her appetite took a sudden turn for the nonexistent.]

Good. [And he eats the bun without hesitation.]

[She. Puts hers down. She's not sure she'll be able to eat for a bit now.

She's not sure if it's something she loves or hates about Zuko, his ability to take things as she says them. She knows if she talks about it right now, he'll listen, and he won't judge. But he won't ask either.

...and it's just not worth talking about, or worrying anyone about. She'll be fine.

So. Subject switch it is.]

Masaomi told me he talked to you. How'd it go? What happened?

[Yes, she's not been back twenty-four hours and he's already been in contact with her.]

[Zuko notices that she's not eating, but isn't sure what to ascribe it to. So he lets it go, rather than say the complete wrong thing.

He snorts. Already been in contact has he? At least he hadn't woke them all up again.] He invited me to watch a movie with him. It was called Scarface.

... Yes, he's still alive.

[This if the face Katara makes when Zuko mentions the name of the movie.]

[And this is what she does when he's done talking, along with slumping against the wall.]

Moon and stars, he's such an idiot.

[Zuko shrugs one shoulder and nods. Yep.] He had this whole thing with it. That's why he's not dead. Still... I really...

[... yeah. He just... Yeah. Don't expect him to be jumping to spend more time with Masaomi anytime soon, but it wasn't bad.]

[Cringing.]

...I really don't even know what to say to that.

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