Video - 001

[seismometrics]

[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.

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[seismometrics]

[A short, blind girl is very easy to pick out -- especially one who is dripping wet. Toph is huddled on her chair, feet not on the ground at the moment, every inch of her conserved for heat. So. Much. Shivering.]

[lordhotman]

[Upon seeing Toph, he frowned. There were other people in here, Kedan, and it bothered him that none of them seemed inclined to help her.

Thus he moved toward her, heating his hands enough to transfer warmth to the blanket without igniting it. Once he reached her, he then wrapped the blanket around her shoulders.]

[seismometrics]

[The girl's eyes widen a bit in surprise as the unexpected hands wrap the blanket around her shoulders, but it's warm, deliciously warm, and for a moment all she can do is bask in it as her senses flood with it, chasing out the cold.]

[He gets one of her rare small smiles in reply, happy and appreciative.]

Thanks, Sparky.

[She's assuming it's him. But as she pulls the blanket more closely around her, she doesn't want to expose her feet to check. Instead she burrows tighter, trying to warm up as much of herself as she can.]

So . . . what's going on?

[lordhotman]

Zuko sat down beside her and paused for a moment at that question.

"Where do you want me to start?"

Because it could get very long if she wanted him to explain everything that's happened while he was here, and she wasn't.