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Jun. 23rd, 2011 11:56 am[After a shift at the Dome clinic and followed up by practice that night, Katara gets home still wired. She grabs her journal and goes to sit outside and look up at the stars.
...Are the stars here even real?
Zuko's mallynapped, her friends are wounded...]
...did anyone have any favorite constellations back home? The stars in the South Pole sometimes looked so close at night that--
[She stops talking and glances up at a sudden noise.]
Hello?
[There's no response except for some rustling, but the hair on the back of her neck is still prickling. She stands up, leaving the journal opened and so the angle only points at her house. There's another moment's silence before--]
Oh, you've got to be kidding me--
[She kicks the journal shut, ripping off her necklace at the same time. It bounces off the journal cover and she has enough time rip a good amount of water off the grass before the robot she didn't see comes up from behind her and subdues her.
Take care of her necklace, guys. She'll be back in about a week.]
...Are the stars here even real?
Zuko's mallynapped, her friends are wounded...]
...did anyone have any favorite constellations back home? The stars in the South Pole sometimes looked so close at night that--
[She stops talking and glances up at a sudden noise.]
Hello?
[There's no response except for some rustling, but the hair on the back of her neck is still prickling. She stands up, leaving the journal opened and so the angle only points at her house. There's another moment's silence before--]
Oh, you've got to be kidding me--
[She kicks the journal shut, ripping off her necklace at the same time. It bounces off the journal cover and she has enough time rip a good amount of water off the grass before the robot she didn't see comes up from behind her and subdues her.
Take care of her necklace, guys. She'll be back in about a week.]
