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Oct. 20th, 2008 12:10 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Sokka is in the kitchen, looking at a broken ring of salt and a distinct lack of the books he knows he'd placed inside.
"I hate my sister."
"I hate my sister."
There's a reason that the good Doctor never went to Kansas before. It's boring him horribly, and there are so few interesting people.
The polite monster is headed east, towards Maryland. The East Coast was once an educated area, and woe betide anything that may have changed that.
Anyone the least bit interesting is invited to join him. Anyone else is, too--it's a long way, and he could always use some extra provisions.