But we just might make this up

[actually112]

Who| Aang and YOU
What| Aang has obtained a bunch of stickers. He now must terrorize everyone with them.
Where| All over the Tribute Center, especially in D4
When| Post-Arena, pre-Crowning
Warnings/Notes| Small children being goofy, references to past underage drinking.

Aang is never drinking again. The vodka, which had been his only source of liquid for much of the last week of the arena, had made him so sick that even thinking about it makes him nauseous. Never again.

After about a day of recovering from the lingering effects of dying (probably all psychosomatic, but he just feels sick after he dies in arenas), he discovers a store with what feels like a million varieties of stickers. He knows what he must do.

He must combat everyone's post-arena blues with stickers.

So all through the Tribute Center, a little boy is putting stickers on people. Usually, he's subtle. He bumps past them in the hall and puts stickers on their arms or hands. In certain areas, he perches on beams across the ceiling and dangles down when people come past him so he can put a sticker on their face or their hair. Sometimes, he'll just be talking to someone when he casually takes out a sticker and puts it on their face.

Yes, he is having fun with this.

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[revocation]

Cullen is heading for the training room for his daily routine with the dummies when he feels something stick in his hair - an unusual sensation, for someone as meticulous about his hair as he is. Reaching up, he feels for it and finally pulls out what looks like a brightly-colored bit of paper with some kind of adhesive on the back.

"What in the Maker's name...?"

[actually112]

There's a soft giggling from up above. Then Aang dangles down from the beam and presses down another sticker, this one to Cullen's hairline, and then quickly pulls himself back up to the ceiling to stuff a fist in his mouth to keep from giggling too loudly.

[revocation]

"...Aang," Cullen says with all the solemnity he can muster, given the blow his ego has just suffered having little - somethings - stuck to his hair. "What do you - call these?" he asks, frowning at them.

[needlebearer]

Arya's been spending most of her time since coming back from the Arena going between the training area, where she's not improving her skills so much as just taking her frustration out on the training dummy, and her own room in the District Ten suites, where she can make a fort out of her blankets and eat lots of ice cream and try to avoid the oddness of the Capitol and her newfound fame, which she still feels rather uncomfortable with. It's as she's making her daily trip back up to her room that she feels something press against her, and when she looks down there's something bright stuck to her arm. She looks at it in confusion, then looks around for who might have attached it to her.

[actually112]

A little monk boy with arrows tattoo'd on his skin passes Arya, trying and failing to be subtle. The way he has to stifle giggles may give him away.

Aang, you're not good at this.

[needlebearer]

She peels the sticker from her arm, looking between the boy and the paper he'd stuck to her. She's not sure why he's giggling so much, but she doesn't like feeling that she's being made fun of. She runs after him, pressing the sticker to his back to see how he likes it.

[ka_sera_sera]

Roland steps away from the counter, leaving the food on the stove to its own devices in order to feel over whatever it is that's now stuck on his face. "What's this in aid of?"

It feels a little like the gems they'd stuck over his back at Signless' crowning. He picks a fingernail under one edge, trying to tell how long it'll be before the thing comes off. "Teamed up with the stylists for something?" It's hard to resist the urge to go crosseyed trying to get a look at it. He does not quite manage.

[actually112]

Aang softly giggles at Roland's reaction. He is playing with an entire pad of stickers, and he casually takes another sticker off and places it on the back of Roland's hand, motions easy and comfortable as if he were putting them on himself. "No, I'm just having fun. I found a bunch of these and thought maybe other people could use them."

It might cheer up the folks still reeling from the arena. Or it could just be fun. That too.

[ka_sera_sera]

One corner of his mouth twitches up at that giggle and he refocuses on Aang's face, leaving the whatever-it-is on the tip of his nose for the moment. "Any idea how many more of these I'm going to be getting?"

He lifts his newly adorned hand, inspecting it. Can't quite figure out what it's supposed to look like, but the colors are very bright. "Or what I'm to be using them for?" The question's a little dry, the warmth from Roland's near-smile still lingering on his face. He knows Aang well enough, by now, to recognize childish fun when he sees it.

lol this log is so cute

[lex_paciferat]

Quintus is just making his way back to the elevators, absorbed in tapping through messages on his phone, when he feels a light touch on his arm. Absently thinking it's an insect or something, he reaches up to brush his sleeve, then stops as he feels the sticker.

Peeling it off of his uniform, he smiles slightly and glances around in search of the culprit. "Is this a present for me?"

He lends himself to adorability

[actually112]

There's a little boy, now stepping inside the elevator himself, who isn't very good at being subtle because the first thing he does is giggle and try to cover his mouth.

"Maybe?" Feigning ignorance. Poorly feigning ignorance.

[lex_paciferat]

"Uh-huh. Thanks." He regards it for a moment, then relocates it to his sash, as though it's some weird, shiny badge he'd earned. Because why not, honestly. With all the angry outbursts he and his staff have to deal with, he can get behind some harmless fun.

[crabmunicator]

Being short, the ceiling is not something Karkat usually concerns himself with. It's up there; he's down here. They generally don't meet. And yet, for all that may be the case, it's a bit hard to miss when something bumps at his horns. Oh, it would be a different case for sure if they were anything resembling a respectable size; but as his ancestor has proved, he's doomed to forever have a short set. It means he's not used to bumping them on much of anything.

In other words, as soon as he feels the pressure of fingers pushing stickers onto his harmless, rounded horn tips, Karkat's gaze shoots up.

"What the fuck?"

That's a child - a human child unless the markings and baldness are natural - and he's dangling from the ceiling.

His hands whisk to his horns, feeling for what's different. "What did you do to me?! How did you get up there?" And a second later, he pulls off a pair of stickers, which he raises accusingly up at Aang. "I'm holding you responsible for this!"

[actually112]

"Okay." Aang can see he's gotten the troll riled up. He giggles softly, swinging gently from his place on the beam. "You can do that."

Considering he put the stickers there, he doesn't mind being held responsible for it. He sees all this as completely harmless fun, so Karkat would be hard-pressed to make him feel guilty about it.

[crabmunicator]

He falters, not having expected Aang to have given in so easily, then feeling stupid for not expecting it. If this kid is hanging from the rafters and thinking this is a good idea already, why wouldn't he own up?

With an irritated sigh, he thrusts the stickers at him again. "Take them back. I don't want them. And why are you up there? How did you get up there at all? Aren't you worried the peacekeepers will get pissed at you?"

[shieldofrohan]

Éowyn isn't the most observant person in the world, but she's very, very on edge in this place. So, when she feels someone bump against her, her hand twitches a little towards the knife she fastened to her belt (not with any intent of using it offensively, but as a kind of talisman; she's always carried a knife, and it was starting to distress her not having one). She stalls that instinct pretty effectively, but then spots the colourful... whatever-it-is, stuck to her arm.

She is very, very cautious in peeling it off. Given how strange and bloodthirsty this place is, it wouldn't surprise her if it exploded or something. She's less cautious in confronting the boy who bumped into her. "What is this?" she demands, striding after him and fixing him with a thoroughly ungentle glare.

[actually112]

Aang blinks in surprise when she comes at him and yells. That's a relatively new reaction. He stays composed, however, because he doesn't actually expect to be attacked. "A sticker?"

He takes a roll of the things out of his pocket, showing them off to her. "They're pretty cool. They're colorful pieces of paper that stick to things."

[shieldofrohan]

Slowly, Éowyn relaxes; you can almost see her hackles settling back into place. She looks down at the sticker in her hand, her brows drawing together, then turns her eyes back to him.

"You cannot think this wise," she says slowly. "Many here are sharp, many more are angry. In such a place as this, taking people by surprise seems... foolish." Which is a very poor way to hide her embarrassment at overreacting. She doesn't blush very much, but it's nonetheless visible; her ears in particular are very red indeed. "Why this, anyway? Why... stickers?"

[sizeofyourbaggage]

Sam’s a little bit lost in his own thoughts as he walks through the halls of the Tribute Center, so the sudden touch to the top of his head comes as a surprise. He tenses without really meaning to, sliding into a more defensive stance as he reaches up - and comes away with a sticker. His brows furrow in confusion, he relaxes, a small smile tugging at his lips as he looks up.

He recognizes the kid perched up there as the one he’s seen a bit with Bucky, and that makes his smile get even bigger. “Acrobat or bird?” he asks, reaching up to press the sticker to his cheek.

[actually112]

"Why not a little of both?"

Aang laughs as he dangles down again, pressing another sticker to Sam's forehead before pulling himself back up like a... "I've also been called part monkey." He is a bird-acrobat-primate.

He recognizes this man. He's a friend of Bucky's, so he's a friend of Aang's, even if he doesn't know it yet.

[sizeofyourbaggage]

“Both it is,” Sam agrees, clearly amused. He holds himself still for the kid to put another sticker on him, chuckling a little. “Acrobatic bird monkey.”

He knows he’s gonna end up walking around with those stickers on his face all day now, but he can’t be bothered by it. Maybe they’ll start a fashion trend.

“I’m Sam,” he introduces. “Sometimes known as Falcon, so I automatically gotta give you kudos for the part bird.”

[shiftingurbulls]

El didn't readily notice the sticker on his arm until he spots a light blue spot on it. "Huh?" This sticker wasn't there before, unless he didn't remember putting it on. It's not until he spots the strange bald boy with a head tattoo...

He shrugged for a moment and gave the boy a wave, "Hi!"

[actually112]

The boy with a head tattoo was, in fact, in the middle of examining a roll of stickers when spotted. He perked up immediately, giving El a little wave as well. "Hi!"

He wouldn't admit to being the sticker-giver off the bat, but he wasn't going to try hiding it.

[tookthewheel]

Bucky twists as soon as he registers the gentle tap of sound as Aang places a sticker on his metal arm, looking up from the bench he's sat on to the climbing rigging that goes on up from the walls to the ceiling of the training level. He'd been lifting weights when the attack came.

"Flowers?" he asks, reaching up and poking Aang squarely in the forehead with the index finger of his right hand in retaliation, unless the little monkey squirms away out of his reach first.

[actually112]

Of course Aang stays dangling, because it's Bucky and he knows that Bucky will always catch him sooner or later. He sways gently with the prod, giving a soft giggle before looking down (up?) at a roll of stickers in his hands. All the stickers sparkle.

"Not this time! This time, they're weird flying narwhal-horses." And by that, he means winged unicorns. He put a sparkly winged unicorn on Bucky's metal arm. "You know, I should go get magnets for you. I bet they could stick to your arm." Bucky could have little magnets with faces on them. He could switch them out depending on how he felt that day, just in case other people had trouble differentiating one brooding raccoon face from another.