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[waterbends]

[The journal begins broadcasting with a whump as it hits the ground and falls open. What comes through is definitely Katara's voice, just - higher.] -- oh no! No nooo no no no!

[And then a crash as the chair she's balancing on tips over, dumping her onto her rear and toppling at her side. The wail that comes through the journal is frustrated.]

I can't reach anything anymore! This loss is stupid!

[Anyone who happens in the kitchen will find her struggling to reach.. everything.]

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[rappelle.livejournal.com]

[ he pauses to chuckle at her tiny bossy voice. ]

Do you want to see me that badly?

[waterbends]

[-he's on that expedition. It's dangerous. Katara huffs and folds her arms, even if he can't see it.]

Yes.

[rappelle.livejournal.com]

[ ffft. just don't emote over the monster blood on his clothes; he hasn't showered in like a week. ]

Sweet of you. There'll be a knock on your door no later than an hour after I get back. How is that?

[waterbends]

Fine. That's good enough, I guess.

[Still puffing a little unhappily.]

I'll see you soon?

[rappelle.livejournal.com]

Two days at the most.