Hey there, how do you do?

[originalgaangster]

Who| Sokka and whoever wants to bother him.
What| Sokka complains about this situation and does some exploring.
Where| Central Commons
When| Between Arena 5 and 6
Warnings/Notes| N/A

Sokka wasn't particularly fond of this new situation. He wasn't even convinced it was quite real yet. Somehow, part of his mind kept thinking that he'd wake up any minute in his own bed. At home. Surrounded by friends and family and away from this strange place with its towering metal buildings, lush housing and horrifying death matches. He'd spent a few minutes carefully exploring the suite he was supposed to be living in now and then descended to the main lobby. People here bustled about, and there seemed to be no one who might try to stop him leaving, if he tried.

But that would take a bit more investigation. So Sokka is slumped in a plush chair in the lobby, fiddling with the communication device he's been given and occasionally letting out a small curse whenever he does something that doesn't quite work. This thing is way too complicated.

"Who even designed this stupid thing?"

Comments

[shambler]

The device in Sokka's hand gives a stubborn, almost smug "bring it" beep. Do your worst, Water Tribe Tribute. (It might regret that once Sokka's gotten to it).

"Like me?" R isn't sure what to make of that. In his opinion, the people look more like the guy across from him - breathing, beating hearts and pulses, even if the clothing is godawful. Skin color isn't really a thing with the Dead, so it doesn't cross his mind that's what they're talking about. "Where's that?"

He hasn't heard of kingdoms or nations or tribes in forever and a day. R could totally buy they're real places though. It's not like he knows better with his missing memory of geography.

[originalgaangster]

"Like. Pale, the way you are. The way your face is kinda structured. No one from my home looks quite like you." He can't think of the right word to describe it. He's never experienced something like this before. You can look like you're from the Earth Kingdom or the Fire Nation. You can definitely look like you're a member of the Water Tribe.

But this guy is something he can't place,

"Uh, it's hard to show you without a map, sorry."

[shambler]

Pale. That's probably the most diplomatic thing R's heard recently. "Pale" instead of saying he looks like death. R gets the warm fuzzies all over again.

"Ohhh," R thinks he understands now. Maybe wherever Sokka's from, his home hasn't been overrun by zombies. It sounds borderline mythical. "You...lucked out. Better no more like - " R shrugs and taps his chest. He decides on the spot he wants to return the compliment. "You look healthy," R adds.

There. That's like, the best compliment you can give to a Living, right? Telling them they're eating well and not looking like they're starving and running out of rations.

"What's it like? Your...home?"

[originalgaangster]

"Cold. But I like the cold." Sokka smiles propping his hand on one chin. "There's always snow and ice and you have to work hard to make sure everyone gets what they need, but I love it. There's nothing like snow-shoeing across the ice pack early on a summer morning, the sun high in the sky and a stiff breeze off the ocean. It's beautiful."