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notanoptimist.livejournal.com

There are important things going on around the farm. Extremely important. Devastatingly important. Life-changing important.

...because if Hana and Loo don't start getting formal lessons in something other than Firebending, their uncle is going to explode.

Thus, there is a young man and two toddlers in the grass outside the farm house, playing with alphabet blocks.

"Can you find your name, Hana?"

"'s."

At least Sokka is quick enough to catch the block she throws at his face. He examines it for a moment, then nods.

"Good job! Find your name again, in Daddy's writing."

Hana frowns, considering this. Meanwhile, Loo discovers her name and hands it nicely to her uncle.

Lessons are coming along nicely, in Sokka's opinion.

notanoptimist.livejournal.com

There is a small group huddled over by the bunker, obviously deeply involved in serious work. In this case, the serious work is also known as 'art class.'

"Done!" Loo announces suddenly.

Sokka looks up, setting his pen down. "Lemme see."

Pleased, Loo shoves a piece of paper in his face. When he takes it to examine the drawings, she decides to chew on her crayons a bit.

Sokka grabs it out of her mouth and, in the same motion, tucks her up against his side. "This is beautiful," he informs her, grinning. "Who's this?"

"Mom!"

"And this one?"

"S'eph!"

The introductions continue. The remaining art student stays devoted to her work, obviously far more dedicated than her uncle and sister.

slayer_fray

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.

hector-aframian.livejournal.com

Jo's out, disappeared somewhere. Dean's actually pretty OK with that, because seeing Jo want to do things, want to go places? More than just 'OK'.

So he's whistling when he pulls into the farm, the Impala's wheels just an inch or two above the dirt, and pulls her over to park by the barn.

"Hey, Spots."

"Bluuuuuuuuurble!"

Dean grins, leaning down to gingerly pat the tentacle as thick as his wrist that wraps around his ankle, and then not-so-gingerly dislodge it and head on past towards the kitchen.

Current Location: Cooper farmhouse

notanoptimist.livejournal.com

You know how if you repeat a word often enough in your head, it loses all meaning and starts sounding like nonsense? You know the word has a definition and it should mean something to you but at that moment, there's nothing to it. It's blank and empty and just there.

Sokka is standing in front of a small pyre a mile or two down the road from the farm. He wanted to be away from the main house, for attention and to spare anyone else the smoke and smell. It's been burning most of the night and is in the process of dying down, but even that should take a few more hours. At least until after the sun's come up.

The body resting on the wood base is small and slender and wrapped up in a bed sheet.

He has a feeling he should be feeling something.

But if you get your heart broken enough, it stops making the effort to heal and you stop feeling the effects of it.

He's watching the flames more than the body.

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.

not-scully.livejournal.com

The Aerie One settles back at the farm within a day of its departure - and with two more people aboard. After promising to come back as soon as he finds his brother, Sam checks his supplies, grabs some food from the farmhouse's kitchen, loads up the Porsche, and gets ready to go.

He can be found (for scening) in one of several places:
-In front of the Aerie, packing his car
-In the farmhouse, looking for food
-On the road to Metropolis
-In Metropolis, looking for a parking place
-In Metropolis, on foot, looking for his brother.

He's still a little worried about Leah, but he has no doubt she'll be fine with Dinah until he gets back.

highrisktrader.livejournal.com

In the kitchen of the Cooper farm, there is a circle of salt, and inside it, three books stacked one on top of the other.

There is also a really pissed off ghost, storming up and down outside the salt circle and kicking the occasional chair. Stupid Sokka, thwarting her attempts to thwart him!

The soapy water in the sink is rippling constantly.

slayer_fray

The agricultural year is nearly up, and Mel is - very disappointed with the yield. Talk about a stiff learning curve.

But she's still kind of proud of herself.

Not half as proud as she is of Hana, though. Because Hana's done something even more impressive than running a farm.

She kept COMPLETELY DRY NAPPY for an ENTIRE DAY.

Which is why Hana's running as fast as she can (not very fast) around from the back of the bunker, looking for someone to show off to. Mel is following, Loo behind.

(It's not fair. Loo was excited!)

lemur-sitter.livejournal.com

Sokka is perfectly happy with life right now. He and Claire and Toph are set up just far enough away from the farm to have privacy, and close enough to help out with chores and share food; nothing has attacked them for a long time now; and of course, he has Claire.

Claire is the best part of this world. Obviously.

At the moment, he's in the kitchen, looking for the ghost; it doesn't seem to be here, and so Sokka can raid the fridge without guilt.

Omnomnom foods!

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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