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Given the current changes evident in the city I would like to make it known that the Midnight Hotel will remain open to Foreigners for a nominal fee or a trade of services. Its wards are functioning normally and the rules apply as usual.

Entrances may be found at the following locations.

[He reads out, slow enough for people to take notes, the address for the six entrances, including the new one in Central.]

Thank you.

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[Hey, he can't help but be a little put out by the state of the world and how generally ungrateful the kedan are to them. They did get rid of Malicant, right? They should be throwing a celebration for them and lifting them up high above their heads in a parade.]

Yes, yes, they've got a lovely town right now; it's so very precious. Did they think to box up my stuff and put it somewhere for safe keeping? As a sign of thanks, at least?

Whatever.

[Yes, Sokka is a little bit bitter at that. Certainly, he understands it at a deep level, but he doesn't just want to come out and admit that the kedan are justified at all by their actions.]

Sounds like a plan. And, probably best that I get one for the two of us. She's still a little shaken up over this.

[You know... women...]

How could they have known we would return?

[Patiently. Anton may be the type to point out flaws in thinking, but at least he does so with a matter-of-factness that makes it difficult to take offence.]

Of course. Separate beds, I presume? How many windows would you like?

[He had just about finished actually making them transparent across the sectors, before they had to leave the city temporarily.]

[Oh, he already knows that the kedan were just doing what seemed totally naturally to them. This logical path is well trod already. But Sokka... just wants to be a little upset.]

Yeah, I know. They didn't think we were coming back, so they didn't see a reason to lock up our stuff. It's not exactly like they're throwing themselves at our feet to make our return all that memorable. Can't I just be a teensy bit upset over that?

[Really, he just wants to be upset for the sake of not being lauded as heroes at their return.]

Yeah, two separate beds will be fine. And... windows... I guess really doesn't matter? I'll trust your judgement on that one.

Of course. But there is a difference between being upset by the circumstance and angry at those not responsible for it. Relations between our peoples will be difficult, I fear; there is no need to risk worsening them by clinging to ill-will.

[In spite of his words, they're calm and matter-of-fact rather than censuring. He smiles slightly.]

A window, then.

[Most of them had just one, anyway, but a few had more.]

Yeah, I know. It's not like all the kedan took our things. I guess I'll go take down that sign I left on the building in the Metal Sector where I used to live that says, "We are terrible people."

[No, Sokka didn't actually do that. And Sokka's sarcasm is definitely showing a bit, though it definitely now sounds less like a constant bemoaning complaint and more like annoyance with a little bit of humorousness.]

Alright. I'll grab my sister and come on over so we can get the keys and put our stuff down.

Try not to kick over the rubbish-bins on your way back.

[Yes, he is teasing. It's hard to tell, even though the words should make it obvious; he's so deadpan.]

Of course. I shall see you anon.

[For a brief moment, Sokka just looks perplexed at that piece of advice. He made it perfectly clear that he didn't actually put up those signs on his old house.

[Whatever. He starts walking along, at least initially back to the Midnight Hotel and then—]

Ha!

[Yeah, he's going to like this Anton guy. Not that he didn't already, but... he's definitely kind of awesome in Sokka's book.]

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