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slayer_fray ([personal profile] slayer_fray) wrote in [community profile] shatterverse2009-10-26 10:14 am

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There are three people sitting out on the grass by the farm house.

Three people and a cake.

Three people and a cake, and some presents.

Three people, a cake, some presents and party equipment.

One of the paper blowers is already on fire.

Say this about the Frays: They can throw a party.
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[personal profile] alwaysroomforhope 2009-10-26 11:40 am (UTC)(link)
The squealing and party poppers do nothing to cover the sound of the small plane coming in to land on the airstrip where the Aerie One continues not to be. But that's not all that unusual, Sparrow's there pretty often.

It also does not prevent any Fray from spotting the two figures jumping out of the plane, one tall and one short, both long-haired and kinda scruffy and both grinning enormously. Steph stays back to hug Sparrow in brilliantly abundant gratitude, which means Sokka gets to run ahead towards the farm.

[identity profile] notanoptimist.livejournal.com 2009-10-26 02:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Not that he's running.

Sokka is back in jeans and a t-shirt, a jacket for cool Kansas autumn. The leathers and parkas were left behind with the tent and igloo and all other supplies. His hair is long again and he really is scruffy with a beard on his chin. His wraps are on and patched, looking not nearly as frayed as they had been.

Aside from a lack of necklace at his throat, he hasn't looked so comfortable since Apocalyptica.

Even when the expression on his face is obviously a mix of excitement and nerves when he catches sight of his family.

A backpack is hefted up onto his shoulder and he starts toward them slowly.

[identity profile] notanoptimist.livejournal.com 2009-10-26 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)
It starts with Hana's quiet acceptance. After all, he spoke to her once, maybe she remembered him. And even if she didn't, Hana was always glad to see new people.

But it's Loo that really does it. Loo, who'd stopped asking for him, who's running, running when she was still stumbling through walking when he last saw her, who shouts in surprise and excitement and screams 'Unc' Sokka' because that's his name and who does not trip onto her face, because Sokka drops his backpack and swings her up into the air the second she reaches him.

Grinning so wide it hurts his face and eyes misty enough for his vision to blur.

"LOUISE!"

[identity profile] notanoptimist.livejournal.com 2009-10-26 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Loo only flies for a minute, twirled around in the air before Sokka pulls her back down and hugs her tight. He's laughing again when Hana starts demanding at him, settling Loo on a hip and reaching for his tinier niece with his free arm.

"You?" Sokka demands, still grinning and laughing as he gets an arm under Hana's butt and lifts her up onto his hip, too. "Why you?"

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[identity profile] shockinglycute.livejournal.com 2009-10-27 02:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Cake

You said cake

CAKE!

Which is to say, somebody small and yellow is kind of hovering behind a convenient banister. Watching. For any opportunity that cake might go unguarded.

Somebody who is drooling a little.

[identity profile] shockinglycute.livejournal.com 2009-10-30 02:40 pm (UTC)(link)
OH GOD ATTACK RUN AWAY!

The car tumbles to rest in the grass and gets a quick zap for its trouble.

The yellow thing stares at Hana, in case she's planning more projectile launching.

[identity profile] shockinglycute.livejournal.com 2009-10-30 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)
The automatic reaction is to hop backward.

Actually, the automatic reaction is, normally, to run back. The mitigating factor here is that Hana is covered in cake.

Which is why the yellow thing is frozen in indecision. Because, while a human is coming toward it, cake is also coming toward it!

[identity profile] no-devo-quotes.livejournal.com 2009-10-27 02:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"...is this some kinda... thing?"

Sonia is pretty sure that the blower is not large enough to make a Useful Fire. Which means that there is some kind of thing going on.

Ralph is already down and messing with the nearest shiny thing.

Which means he is immediately restrained from playing with the burning blower. Fire is bad for you!

[identity profile] no-devo-quotes.livejournal.com 2009-10-30 02:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"What kinda...?" Sonia: from an age before birthdays got a party or really any sort of acknowledgement. (Beyond a vague sense of how old someone is, which can occasionally be important.)

Ralph is watching with amazement at this NEW AND AMAZING object. THAT MAKES NOISE!

And does not work when you try the other end, unfortunately.

Though he does have some fun trying to catch the blown-out end of Loo's blower. IT MOVES!

[identity profile] no-devo-quotes.livejournal.com 2009-10-30 02:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Wow, she knows that?!" Sonia: impressed. "umm... Ralph's gettin' near a year? I guess? It was colder. Hard t' tell, out here."

The near-a-year-old Ralph is sufficiently entertained at blower training. To the point of kind of crushing the end once with grabby hands.

[identity profile] notanoptimist.livejournal.com 2009-11-04 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Later, after Steph has stolen both twins for herself and Sokka is able to get up off the ground, he turns to his sister.

There's more than a little apprehension in the way he looks at Mel. And discomfort. And guilt.

But he does meet her eyes, at least.

"...hey."

[identity profile] notanoptimist.livejournal.com 2009-11-04 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Sokka hesitates. She doesn't look angry or accusing or anything he heard in her voice over the radio.

He slides his hands into the pockets of worn jeans he'd changed into on the plane, leather and fur and parka left behind in the snow. But his wraps and gloves are new, fresh leather, made by himself. His hair is long and braided in places. He still hasn't shaved off the beard on his chin.

He's still watching Mel warily.

"Everything's okay?"

[identity profile] notanoptimist.livejournal.com 2009-11-04 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Sokka blinks.

His smirk is small, but it comes with a relaxed, easier posture.

"I could dye it green and pink but I'd hate to take away the one thing that makes you special."