paradisalost | [thread] Jeremie and Sokka be SMRT.

Who: Sokka & Jeremie~
What: Discussing Paradisa and just being smart in general.
When: Shortly after Jeremie's post.
Where: EL BIBLIOTECA.
Rating: G. PG if Sokka starts being a potty mouth. >:(

Sokka slammed his journal shut and tucked it into his waistband, then slowly stood up from his forest of books and stretched his legs. He had promised himself that he would get somewhere these last two weeks before the eclipse, but honestly, he hadn't made any progress whatsoever. After bending over to touch his toes, he felt a sharp pain shooting up his thighs. Ow. Maybe Katara was right and he needed to get out some. Sitting on the floor cross-legged all day wasn't a very good idea.

Taking a quick inhale, he jogged down the aisle of books, looking for the 'big table in the middle.' He ran right through a clearing and almost straight through into the next row when he spotted the strange hair of his neighbor. Backtracking, he made his way back to the middle and sat down at the big table near Jeremie. "Hey," he said out of breath. Yeah, he was out of shape.

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Jeremie looked up as he saw a tan-skinned boy sit down next to him. He was wearing rather... interesting attire. It looked a bit like something he'd seen in a history book somewhere, but there was something markedly different about it. Maybe it was the boy's hair.

Then again, he supposed he looked weird to him as well.

"Hello. I take it you're Sokka?"

"Yeah, your memory suck or something?" the Water Tribe boy pointed to his own head. "I gave you that awesome candy, remember?"

Curious, he leaned over Jeremie's shoulder and raised his eyebrow at the books. There were certainly a lot of them; he must've been there just as long as Sokka had been. "So, whatcha got there? Besides the notes you wrote in your journal, anyway."

"Oh... I don't remember," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. Jeremie felt Sokka's presence over his shoulder and twitched. For the longest time, he'd had problems with personal contact. But honestly, he didn't remember any candy.

"These books?" Jeremie blinked. "Well, I was attempting to find out about the history of this world, but there's not much besides books apparently written about past guests of the castle."

"Yeah, I've been trying to find out some history, too," Sokka nodded in agreement, going back to his own personal space and resting on his hand. "But all I can find is history of other worlds, and all this crazy technology I would've never even thought of! Like, in this one world, there's this stuff ca-" Oops, he was rambling. Clearing his throat, he pulled out his journal and ripped a page from it.

"So, let's gather what we know about this place so far," he said, taking out a pencil and drawing a small scribble at the top. "You wanna start?"

"Okay," Jeremie said, not asking why Sokka had discarded a page from his journal. The information he'd gathered instantly popped up in his mind, like a message from the supercomputer.

"Well, we know it selects certain people from other worlds and brings them here, apparently taking something away in the process. Also, the residents seem to know something about it, but they're very vague, almost as if speaking of it is forbidden."

Nodding, Sokka quickly scribbled down what Jeremie was saying. He admired his handiwork before facing the other boy. "Don't forget, people have been talking about a weird voice in their head," he reminded, before adding that to the list.

"You got anything else?"

"A voice in their head? Strange," Jeremie commented. He thought for a moment. "Well... the castle seems to have a--"

He paused. He hated using this term. "Supernatural force behind it. The ghosts in the kitchen and at the masquerade, et cetera. But other than that, that's all I have."

'Supernatural????' was added to the list. Sokka tapped on the paper in thought, before leaning back and frowning. "So, do you have any idea as to how or why we come here?"

[thread] Jeremie and Sokka be SMRT.

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