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highrisktrader.livejournal.com

The trip back from Chicago to the farm is just as slow, and even more low on fuel - but the moods in the cars are very different from the trip there.

In Katara's case, it's a good change - she can't stop beaming at everyone, hugging and kissing and more hugging, eating real food and breathing real air and feeling the snow on her face for the first time in so long. Her bending is back, although it's not quite all it should be - not yet.

But it will. Everything is going to be wonderful. Katara is sure of that.

runaway-bandit.livejournal.com

It's not been as long as you think, honestly!

Toph's been crouching at the edge of Lake Michigan, apparently pensive and not doing much, excpet suddenly, in the middle of the morning:

"I got it!"

slayer_fray

In a field by a lake so big it looks like an ocean, a short blind girl is very close to finding a coffin.

Up at the camp, Mel is sitting with her back against a rock tent, playing Otterpenguin with an increasingly sleepy Hana. Loo, dozing fitfully, is curled up against her mother's leg, which she's holding onto like a teddy bear.

It looks like a loving, peaceful family scene, especially to see the smiles on the faces that are still awake. But it's pretty low energy for the usual standards of this three.

alwaysroomforhope

It's the second day by the lake. Yesterday's flurry of activity has died down completely - there's nothing left for anyone to do except wait for Toph, who's been working tirelessly but hasn't yet found the coffin.

The water is blue and inviting, but so far no one's really felt the desire to go swimming. Maybe that's to do with what they're bringing out of it.

Steph (who, incidentally, is no longer wearing a certain pair of bird-shaped earrings, but has instead stuffed them in the very bottom of her pocket and hopes she won't hear it if Babs calls*) is leaning by a tree, watching the earth ripple with Toph's movements and looking very thinky.

*it might be noted that there are plenty of places she could put the earrings if she actually didn't want to talk to Babs, much further away from her than her pocket, but that would just be too logical.

alwaysroomforhope

Chicago: still crumbled, still broken. Expedition Katara skirted it without needing to consult.

They've found a quiet field, sloping gently down to the shores of the lake. It's dry enough to set up camp again, all of them thankful to be finally out of the cars.

Katara is sitting by the water's edge, watching movement in the water, quiet and thoughtful. She hasn't said more than two words to anyone since the encounter with the cannibals, since healing Mel.

Steph, as per usual, is anything but quiet, chattering to Hana about everything and nothing as they set up the fire in preparation for roasting whatever the hunters find. Loo still won't leave Mel's side and Hana is grumpy about it, but willing to be distracted.

There's lots to be done now that they've finally reached their goal.

alwaysroomforhope

The campsite they eventually pick is in the middle of a large, dead plain, nothing obscuring vision in any direction for hundreds of yards. It might have been a farm once; it's all dead now.

They're all exhausted. It was dark when they'd camped the first time; it's close to midnight by the time the two cars pull off the road and into this field, and it's raining - cold, thick, heavy rain that blows any hope they might have had of making a fire.

Thank everything for Toph.

shatter-brought.livejournal.com

Phil picks his way back down the trail towards his family's home, deep in thought.

The young man, yes, quite formidable. But he was travelling with a bunch of women — one a ghost and one blind — and two babies. How much trouble could they really be?

Their home is a tall building of stone, quite sturdy, painted cream with red sills and framing. His wife is in the garden, preparing herbs. She looks up as he approaches and frowns slightly. "You're alone."

"They decided not to accept our hospitality," Phil says smoothly, looking back towards the campsite irritably. "I think the ghost girl mentioned that our pantry is a little on the empty side, and they didn't want to impose."

"How sweet of them." Rosalie sits back on her heels, peeling off her gardening gloves and wiping the smallest speck of soil off her wrist. "Hmm. We'll have to do something about that."

"About the pantry? Yes. Yes, we will." Phil smiles at her, catching her hands to lift her to her feet and dipping to kiss her. "Quite soon, I think. Quite soon."

About half a mile down the road, there is a sharp corner, and an overhang. Once it was an overpass, but now it's just a lot of rocks and dirt piled up on the two opposing edges of what used to be the pass part.

It's the work of half a second for two young, strong men to trip the careful balance mechanism and let it all end up covering the road below.

No cars are getting through tonight.

alwaysroomforhope

It's the third night of what Steph had hoped would be a two-day trip, and it's been a long, long three days. Steph is grumpy.

Katara isn't. She's happy and excited and giggly, and is enjoying every moment of this trip, chatting with her friends and seeing all over this big strange world.

Making camp means Katara is finding water and purifying it for them to drink; that's her one and only job. It's not like there's much else she can do. She drifts off into (and through) the rubble that surrounds their preferred campsite, waving a cheerful goodbye. "I'll be back soon, guys! With water!"

Steph, who's spent the whole day driving, has Loo in her lap and is half-nodding off against a tree. She's supposed to be watching the stew, but ... well, it's been a long trip. At least she and Sokka are exempt from standing watch at night - the one upside to being the group's drivers.

With luck, they should make their destination tomorrow. With more luck, they'll all make it in one piece. Right now, it's just quiet making-camp time for Team Chicago.

That's all. Just quiet and peaceful.

Because that always lasts, around here.

slayer_fray

The midwest of America is really boring. Especially in a post-acopalyptic America in which nearly all the buildings and most of the people have been destroyed. Especially on a road trip.

Even with the occasional monster to fight, the parts between fights are still really really boring.

At least, that's Hana's opinion, which is why she's been twitching and fidgeting and crying most of the way, so that Mel has had to resort to sitting in the back with her, reading out loud for everyone's benefit.

The very hungry caterpillar has just turned into a beautiful butterfly. For the fourth time this morning.

alwaysroomforhope

Steph is waiting by the car. Katara is, too. One of them is beaming excitedly and practically bouncing around in eagerness to leave.

Tip: It's not the corporeal one.

highrisktrader.livejournal.com

Katara is READY.

She can totally (nearly) waterbend well enough to heal, and she can totally (actually) leave the farm, and every day they wait is a day she's more nervous.

R-E-A-D-Y!

... and therefore, of course, she's sitting in the kitchen practicing bending the spilled water behind the sink and wishing she could eat the cookies Steph made.

The cookies smell delicious.

fan-warrior.livejournal.com

Having completed all her farm work for the day, Suki's decided that it's time to do some laundry. With so few clothes in her wardrobe, it's not a major chore. But it's a frequently necessary one. So, some time before dark, she can be found at the kraken pool hand-washing her small selection of pants and tops and underwear. If there's a washing machine inside somewhere, no-one has told her about it.

To ensure she's able to clean as much of her own stuff as possible, she's only wearing a sports bra and a pair of comfy plaid lounge pants that she claimed from the bunker cache to sleep in. The girl's from the Southern Earth Kingdom—November evenings in Kansas aren't cold by her standards.

Slosh slosh, scrub scrub scrub. She seems quite content in her task, to the point where she's actually singing softly to herself. Spots, however, is keeping his distance in case she inadvertently scrubs him too.

Current Location: The Cooper Farm, Kansas

alwaysroomforhope

(On Hallowe'en, someone let the dead out to play.)

Steph is driving back towards the Cooper farm. Spending a few days in Metropolis was fun, was peaceful, cleared her head a little; but it was also a few days away from Sokka, and she missed him.

The car runs perfectly, of course. Steph's left her uniform spread out in the back seat to dry; the radio picks up nothing any more, not this far out of Metropolis, but she has an ABBA cassette tape and she's not afraid to use it. All in all, it's a nice trip home ... at least, outside of Steph's head.

heartofthedream

Jean went 'walking' this world, for very little definition of that word.

Today she's sitting in a field of late autumn not too far off from the farmhouse and it's general surroundings.

She's presently plaiting a long thin chain of flowers.

alwaysroomforhope

Steph is in the sunny loungeroom of the Cooper farmhouse, bent over a notebook. The sewing machine is set up beside her and there's a bag of rather eggplant-coloured cloth at her feet, but she's still in the planning stage, lost in her scribbles.

notanoptimist.livejournal.com

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."

alwaysroomforhope

Steph is in the barn, sneakily going over her bike and wondering when Sokka will work out she's putting the occasional rock in the engine just to make him frustrated.

Boys are fun to tease.

So; short blonde in jeans and tank top, greasy to the elbows, half buried under her bike.

blueisboring.livejournal.com

Ai-Ling figured out the radio and took directions from Oracle. That was weeks ago. She's been walking from Lawrence to the farm since then. It's not been an uneventful journey.

Some people may have been made tough by this world. For Ai-Ling, it's more like the months in this world have done what a year at the South Pole couldn't do; they've eroded away years of soft palace living to the hard sharp edge underneath; the girl that walks towards the farm now is less the ward of a king, and more the daughter of a terrorist and a soldier, and the granddaughter of a warrior and a thief.

She's in Earth clothes, and looks comfortable in them, high braid swinging against her back as she strides towards the farm, hand resting on the hilt of her sword.

So this is where her husband was last seen.

hector-aframian.livejournal.com

Metropolis stinks.

Rachel's a bitch.

Jo's still doing her own thing. Jo's always doing her own thing. Dean shouldn't mind that so much.

He misses Sam.

However, there's always good food on the Cooper farm. So guess where Dean and the Impala are headed?

Wouldn't hurt to check up on that kid with the interest in demons, either.

(He left a message with the usual hunter's channels -- still in existence, even here where they don't use the term 'hunters' -- for Jo. Figures she'll tell Rach, the two of them so freakin' buddy-buddy.)

So -- eventually, somewhere between Metropolis and the Cooper farm's entrance gate -- there's a 67 Impala growling its way along the dirty roads, belting out Metallica.

notanoptimist.livejournal.com

Sokka has had a sort of pet-project for a while, involving his undead-sister haunting the Cooper kitchen. It's hard to research, though, when Dean Winchester has been the only one with any real information to share with him and the man doesn't actually live at the farm. Plus, Katara doesn't seem overly excited about not being a ghost anymore.

~~And, Sokka has to admit, it's much easier to keep an eye on her this way~~ but he never thinks anything of the sort.

Ever.

Right now, he's working on Steph's motorcycle. It's making a weird noise when she rides it (she insists this is not true) and he's going to fix it!

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