Reeeedshirts. They're red. And shirty. And red like cherry. So red like cherry.

[sithguydudes.livejournal.com]

There are about four soldiers in mirrored armour and a tall, slightly ominous looking man in rather battered and damaged black. The white scarf makes him look a little like some sort of very creepy clergy.

He's looking rather like he owns the place.

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[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph has been about the farm, not doing anything special; cooking some, training lots, playing with the babies.

And spending plenty of time behind closed doors with Sokka, which possibly accounts for how she's so grinny and relaxed and cheerful. Not that she wasn't before, but now she just screams of contentedness.

Obnoxious, innit?

Right now she's building a mud fort in the front yard. This means she has mud up past her elbows and knees, and a smear on her face, and it means that Loo is just a little blob of mud-baby with a pink face and a lot of giggling. (Hana is watching from a safe distance and therefore only muddy on her butt and knees and hands. It's the crawling. It's hard to stay clean when you're crawling.)

It is a BYOOTIFUL mud fort.

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[littlemiki.livejournal.com]

There's a FLASH-BANG somewhere in North America. Quite standard, for this world.

Not standard at all for the tall, lanky young man who staggers out of mid-air and falls on his butt, getting his nice blue leathers all dirty.

... to be fair, half a second ago he'd been sitting in snow at the South Pole, glaring at mid-air where his wife disappeared, and hadn't quite expected to find himself here.

However, first things first. He uses his spear to help himself get to his feet, drops a hand to a weapon that's strapped to the back of his big blue furs.

"Ai-Ling? AI-LING? WHERE ARE YOU?"

All the rest of that whole-new-world panic can wait a while. Until he finds Ai-Ling.