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[firesifu.livejournal.com]

So, Zuko'd been at a bit of a loss for how to find out who wanted to go hunt and scout around, short of getting up on the bunker and yelling, until he saw the makeshift notice board. At that point he'd gone and found something that works for paper - the back of an empty cornflakes box - and written out his proposal.

Trouble is, he doesn't write any English, so the next part of his plan will have to involve getting the assisstance of someone who does.

For those few that can read what he's written, it goes; A scouting and hunting party will be going out in a day or two, to see some more of the area and bring back any fresh meat we find. If you want to come along, speak to Zuko. I can be found firebending in the training field most mornings.

But wait! Now, next to Zuko's Four Nations script, there is an English translation with the same message. Mostly the same message. The spelling is unusual, and some words are sounded out phonetically, but it's perfectly readable thanks to Sokka-the-older's mad writing skills.

Zuko's standing about nearby, and glowering vaguely at the one or two left over notes - completely incomprehensible. Ridiculous.

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[lastblackhawk.livejournal.com]

Zinda is waiting out the front of the farm, and the Aerie One is visible in the nearest cleared and not-being-used field.

She and Dinah have plans. Plans involving cheering Babs up, by means of alcohol, nightclubs, and computers. Probably mostly the second this time around.

The only problem is, she's no longer sure just how many people are coming. Dinah and Babs, obviously. Babs' Not-Father had bowed out, claiming he was too old for nightclubs. (Secretly Zinda agrees.) Goldilocks had seemed like a hard-drinking hard-dancing kind of girl. Dinah had mentioned something about getting fake proof-of-age cards for Spoiler and her friends. And that's only the ones she knows about.

She figures whoever's on board before, say, midday, that's who'll get a lift. The others have to make it there themselves.

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[friend_of_lucy]

He arrived at the farm yesterday with Nathan but hasn't talked to anyone else.

Tumnus spent the night under a tree, watching and trying to understand all the people here, so many humans.

 At the moment, he's sitting on the front steps of the Cooper House and contemplating actually talking to a person.