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[depthsofhatred.livejournal.com]

[Mai’s sitting in the lobby with the unfamiliar book open in her lap. It had her name on it, so it had to be hers, right? Tediously, she flips the page and quirks a brow.]

What a waste of paper…[her hand feels along the meaningless righting before she turns the page again, only now her attention has shifted to the walls around her.] What a waste of space…Azula? Ty Lee?

[An exasperated sigh escapes her lips as she sets the book aside.]

This isn’t funny. Someone tell me what’s going on…hello? [She gets to her feet and picks the book back up, noting the last page and blinking.]

…what’s going on?

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[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

Most days, it really isn't.

[depthsofhatred.livejournal.com]

Then how can I get out of here?

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

You can't.

[depthsofhatred.livejournal.com]

Well aren't you so helpful.

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

Everyone else will give you the same answer. That's just the short version.

Not that it would hurt to dispose of the presumption that I'm here to be helpful.

[depthsofhatred.livejournal.com]

You're not, you've made that clear enough.

Could you tell me how this journal's talking to me?

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

It's people on the other end. As far as anyone knows, it's some kind of magic.

[depthsofhatred.livejournal.com]

...huh.

Thanks. I guess.

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

Consider it a welcome.

[depthsofhatred.livejournal.com]

Right. Who are you again?

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

Zelman. And you?

[depthsofhatred.livejournal.com]

Mai.

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

[depthsofhatred.livejournal.com]

Same goes for you. [She knows her manners.]

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

[he appreciates that! C:] You're from the same place as these guys, right?

[he quickly grabs a pen and draws an arrow towards Katara and Zuko's threads.]

[depthsofhatred.livejournal.com]

[:D] Yeah, but we weren't exactly allies.

[They were enemies. Though she does trace the arrow that's appeared on the page with slight fascination.]

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

I know. I've been around for a while; things get picked up.

This is just a friendly warning not to break the microwave. [he knows you crazy people and your lack of technology.]

[depthsofhatred.livejournal.com]

Hm.

...what's a microwave? [then he knows he must clarify this :|]

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

It's a box in the kitchen--about forty-five centimeters tall, buttons on the front.

You won't miss it, unless someone's trying to take it apart while you're in there.

[depthsofhatred.livejournal.com]

And it breaks by...?

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

I could not count the ways.

[depthsofhatred.livejournal.com]

...I'm just not gonna touch it.

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

Not a bad plan.

[depthsofhatred.livejournal.com]

I didn't think so.

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

Anything else? Or shall I leave you to it?