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fan-warrior.livejournal.com

Cooler temperatures and blustery winds have begun to herald the end of summer at the Cooper Farm, and that means harvest-time is fast approaching. Until it arrives though, there's a bit of a lull in duties for labor-loving people like Suki. To keep herself busy, she's scouring Lucy's apple orchard for windfalls this afternoon, and gathering those that are ripe and edible in a small basket.

In terms of her appearance, the Kyoshi's hair has grown mostly unchecked in the year since she arrived here, and she looks a lot more comfortable in her Earth clothes now. Her outfit of choice today consists of a gray tank top, cargo capri pants and sandals.

She's humming quietly to herself as she searches through the calf-length grass around the trees. To a well-trained ear, the tune can be indentified as Blister in the Sun by the Violent Femmes.

Current Location: The Cooper Farm, Kansas

highrisktrader.livejournal.com

This is all so far out of Katara's control!

It is probably that nobody is venturing this far from the household without a reason. Katara has a reason: her face is starting to rot off, and she hasn't been able to find anyone to drain, and she's so terribly afraid that Sokka will come back any moment and find her, and she can't avoid Toph for much longer without the other girl getting suspicious, and and and it's all so hard being a deadly killer zombie and NOBODY UNDERSTANDS HER and --

Anyone who has wandered these fields over may find a small, foul-smelling, rotting lump of girl sitting on an abandoned horsetrough and wasting precious moisture by crying.

Good luck to them.

highrisktrader.livejournal.com

Things have spiralled wildly out of Katara's control. It seemed like such a good idea at the time - it really did.

But now?

It's all happened so fast and it's got so big. She doesn't know how to stop this. But people are getting hurt.

As long as Sokka doesn't find out ... things might be okay.

She's sitting out the front of the farmhouse, a huddled lump against a tree, tears tracking through the dust on her face. It's been a couple of days since she's washed or brushed her hair. Oddly enough, she's practically glowing with health.

fan-warrior.livejournal.com

Since returning from the successful trip to Lake Michigan, Suki has gotten back on task with her usual chores and farmwork assignments. She's very pleased that Katara is alive again, and she's been working with extra zeal as a result. Somewhat amazingly, she's even been playing on occasion. All in all, she's been a lot more peppy.

Until now.

She's currently staring in dismay at a thoroughly dessicated meadow. Every bit of herbage is withered well beyond death in this fairly wide patch of land. And not because of the ravages of winter—the evergreen vegetation is black and shriveled too, and the earth itself is cracked and moistureless. Were it not for the cold, the area would probably be a dust bowl.

Suki saw something similar occuring when Katara was resurrecting herself. This is much worse though, to the point where the Kyoshi doesn't really want to investigate any further. She's a little afraid of what she might find...

Current Location: The Cooper Farm, Kansas

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!"

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.

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.

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

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!)

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!

fan-warrior.livejournal.com

Suki is sitting in the shade of a big beech tree, a little way removed from the buildings and goings on of the main farmstead. It's safe to say that her time at the Cooper Farm has not started very well, what with meeting Sokka and finding out that he's not the one that she left behind at the Western Air Temple, and having to swallow the fact that he's with some other girl here. Hence why she's distinctly unhappy right now.

There are other Sokkas here, allegedly, but she refuses to get her hopes up about that. Meditation hasn't helped at all. So she's just sitting there in her Earth clothes, brooding, and looking nothing like the proud Kyoshi warrior that some folk know her to be.

Current Location: The Cooper Farm, Kansas

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!

twiceahero.livejournal.com

It's been a couple of hours since the daring escape from Japan. Barbara had rushed through introductions, gotten the two girls fed, and watched them pass out. She didn't have the details, but she was sure it had been rough down there.

She'd ask later.

"Skipper?" Zinda keys up her mic, "Just lettin' you know that we've got some rough air up ahead. Make sure you're buckled up and your flashy screens aren't about to fall of the wall."

Babs grins and checks to make sure her chair is secured, "Don't let us crash, Zinda."

"I never do."

fan-warrior.livejournal.com

When Suki and Rei return to the subway platform after that afternoon's salvage run, the rest of the survivors are gone.

The two girls arrived several weeks ago, escaping from the monsters and the destroyed city above to take shelter in these underground tunnels. Here, they found natives of this world's Tokyo—the unlucky ones, the ones who had been unable to escape—hiding out, clinging to each other and to the faint hope that they might still be rescued. It had been many days since anyone had left the tunnels, the pair quickly learned, and none who had ventured out had ever returned. As such, those that remained were all pitifully starving to death when the girls found them.

Unable to leave the terrified people to their inevitable demise, Suki and Rei started making trips to street level in order to gather supplies and keep them sustained. Through the course of these daring raids the warrior and the priest have developed a grudging respect for one another: Rei, Suki confesses, knows her way around the city and can be counted on to tell when the danger is at its worst, and Suki, as Rei has learned, always comes up with ways to get them out of tight spots. Though neither of them will admit it aloud, they make a good team. A team the survivors have counted on, and hailed as heroes.

Which is why, now, the lifeless platform gives them bewildered pause.

Current Location: Tokyo, Japan

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