(o1) video—

[chittybang]

[This is Asami. This is Asami wrapped up like an enchilada in a thick, dark red blanket while she faces the screen. It's her first time with a recording like this—the technology is beyond even the movers Varrick produced—so she proceeds self-consciously.

That isn't to say she wasn't eager to try it out. The tape on the side of her console is indication of that, but it's out of sight of the viewer.]

Well, here I am. I've had some time to think about what I wanted to say, but to be honest I don't even know where to begin.

But we're all comrades here, right? So my name's Asami, and I'm a... [businesswoman? What kind of sales approach is that? She straightens her back.] I'm the chief executive officer of my family's company at home in Republic City. We're known for our automobiles and weaponry, and I have experience with each of our products. Not that I see myself getting comfortable here, but if I can make myself useful in a company running somewhere along those lines, then I think that would be a good place to start.

[She visibly deflates after the spiel, mustering a small smile.] So I guess I'll see you guys around! Go ahead and introduce yourselves if you have time. I think I could use some faces to call familiar.

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[dustonmyfeet]

[Toph is in her usual favorite spot -- her twisty chair by her console. If you look carefully, you can probably get a glimpse of her feet glowing green. She looks thoughtful.]

So right now the turtles are about the size of young badgermoles.

Thing is, badgermoles have whole mountain ranges to live in. If these guys are anything like the Turtle we're on, we're going to need something bigger than mountain ranges.

I mean, eventually they'll probably swim. But until then, they're definitely not always going to fit in the house. Let alone on a city street. So where are they going to go?

[She frowns a bit more, leaning her chin into her hand. What comes next will be far more serious.]

The Emperor brought us here, and she was going to send us home later. Now that she's kind of . . . gone . . . what's that mean for getting home?

[As though attempting to add a lighter note into it:] Not that it hasn't been great and all, but someday I have to get back and help save the world. That kind of thing.

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[softlycall]

[ The woman seated in the centre of the video feed is pensive, worry in the lines of her mouth and the tension of her brow, but when she's sure the feed is working, those lines make a small shift until she's smiling - lopsidedly, sure, but genuine - into the camera. If this device does what they've told her, she'll have no complaints. ]

A good day to ye, friends. [ Whoever she's addressing. The uncertainty has her lifting her chin in unconscious bravado. ] I'm not a face any of ye'll be knowing, but if all's true we're to be allies all the same. The name's Anne Bonny, and I'd surely be obliged to any of ye with an idea of what to do for money in this fine city I'm to live in. I'm not in the mind to be stepping on toes, but it sounds like there isn't much call for a woman looking for shipwork round these parts, and war's no steady employment.

[ She pauses, then seems to come to some decision with a grimace. She'd abandoned barwork, and gladly, for piracy more exciting opportunities, but that's a world away. She adds, ] Something to the tune of serving drinks would be grand, for a time.