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entrancelogs2009-04-25 12:15 am
flammatory) wrote in entrancelogs2009-04-25 12:15 am
TEA TIME.
Who: Zuko, Vayne, Terra, Palette, probably Aang and Fakir and god whoever else wants to come.
Where: Kitchen.
When: Afternoon.
Rating: G.
Summary: Zuko feels guilty, so he's making tea. Various peopleforce their way join in.
The Story: As stated on his post, Zuko waits at the bottom of the main stair well for Vayne. It'd be pathetic to get lost so quickly, but that doesn't mean he's happy about asking for help. His arms are folded and he stands tensely, feeling ill at ease about meeting with so many people he doesn't know.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," he mutters to himself. He felt incredibly guilty about what'd happened to Alice. Was still happening? He couldn't know, and that was frustrating. More than frustrating - it made him feel powerless, as he hadn't since Azula had been beating him at everything, at every turn. Alice could be dead now. Probably was. He'd seen the Queen's post right before he'd logged off, and it put him in an even fouler mood than usual.
Telling himself that it wasn't his business anyway helped about as much as it usually did: not at all.
Where: Kitchen.
When: Afternoon.
Rating: G.
Summary: Zuko feels guilty, so he's making tea. Various people
The Story: As stated on his post, Zuko waits at the bottom of the main stair well for Vayne. It'd be pathetic to get lost so quickly, but that doesn't mean he's happy about asking for help. His arms are folded and he stands tensely, feeling ill at ease about meeting with so many people he doesn't know.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," he mutters to himself. He felt incredibly guilty about what'd happened to Alice. Was still happening? He couldn't know, and that was frustrating. More than frustrating - it made him feel powerless, as he hadn't since Azula had been beating him at everything, at every turn. Alice could be dead now. Probably was. He'd seen the Queen's post right before he'd logged off, and it put him in an even fouler mood than usual.
Telling himself that it wasn't his business anyway helped about as much as it usually did: not at all.