Toph Bei Fong (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
seismometrics) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
tushanshu2015-02-14 02:20 pm
seismometrics) wrote in tushanshu2015-02-14 02:20 pm
Entry tags:
Video - 001
[There's a small girl onscreen. Tiny, pale, likely no more than 13, with a mass of heavy, dark hair and pale green eyes that spear outward from the feed.]
[. . . Though there's something off about that glare. It doesn't quite seem to focus like a glare should. And the screen itself is not quite centered on her; it cuts off her chin.]
[But there's certainly enough visible to say that she is decidedly Displeased.]
[And wet.]
I think I've gotten pretty tolerant of weird stuff going on around here. Bending suddenly getting yanked away? Managed. Invasion of the purring fluffy things? Whatever. Dream-sharing? Yeah, fine. Way, way messing up the timeline, until my-- . . .
[She cuts herself off there, though, her lips pressing together sharply. And when she pushes on, she lets that go.]
Forget it.
The point is, enough's enough. When I go to sleep in my own bed in Earth, I'd better darn well wake up in my own bed in Earth, not turn over and find myself tipping over into a fountain in the Water Sector. Whatever's going on, somebody had better speak up about it now, because I'm wet and I'm cold, and there's some kedan family living in my house, and I want an explanation now so I can smash the source into a pulp several times with a rock and get back to bed.
[A sneeze. But she looks no less fierce for it, jerking the back of her wrist across her nose.]
Start now.
[. . . Though there's something off about that glare. It doesn't quite seem to focus like a glare should. And the screen itself is not quite centered on her; it cuts off her chin.]
[But there's certainly enough visible to say that she is decidedly Displeased.]
[And wet.]
I think I've gotten pretty tolerant of weird stuff going on around here. Bending suddenly getting yanked away? Managed. Invasion of the purring fluffy things? Whatever. Dream-sharing? Yeah, fine. Way, way messing up the timeline, until my-- . . .
[She cuts herself off there, though, her lips pressing together sharply. And when she pushes on, she lets that go.]
Forget it.
The point is, enough's enough. When I go to sleep in my own bed in Earth, I'd better darn well wake up in my own bed in Earth, not turn over and find myself tipping over into a fountain in the Water Sector. Whatever's going on, somebody had better speak up about it now, because I'm wet and I'm cold, and there's some kedan family living in my house, and I want an explanation now so I can smash the source into a pulp several times with a rock and get back to bed.
[A sneeze. But she looks no less fierce for it, jerking the back of her wrist across her nose.]
Start now.
1/2
[At any rate, Sokka practically kneejerks the moment Aang makes his presence known. And his knee inadvertently goes flying into the desk that he's working at.]