25: [Audio with a night breeze]

[withanokka]

[If anyone were to venture out onto the top deck tonight well after dark, they would see a strange assembly on the golf course, facing where the moon has risen. There are sheets, loosely safety-pinned and stitched together in places, draped over the now-still windmill and a few other obstacles, making a fairly large, makeshift tent. There are a

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[paranoidpatriot]

"What do expect any of that's gonna taste like?"

[Have some awkward small talk by a Freedom Fighter. He's not shooting down ideas, just genuinely curious, and rather cranky now that he can't chew on what he usually does.]

"Cause I got to tell ya, wheat's certainly not what it used to be."

[He's not even sure to look at the camera, just going stuffily flicker his eyes to you now and then]

"So, you need anything?"

[wiserthanusall]

Why....Yesh!

[thequeensown]

[A voice that Talia has heard many times over the communicators, but has never connected to in person. It just so happens that she is on the top deck, doing a cursory status check on the area while patrolling the occupied decks. Though she hears him over the comm unit while she is walking, she also hears his voice as she is nearing his camping setup.

She is armed, but she approaches cautiously and with none of her weapons drawn. Her mental shields are about half-mast, but she's not reading the youngster, instead simply conveying a sense that she's meaning no harm whatsoever.]

As kind an offer as that for company should be turned down by no man or woman.

[Her voice is low, but kind, and she offers Sokka a gentle smile. She can't know specifics without reading him, but it is so clear that this boy has been through any number of hardships. Ahh, the life of an empath, eh?

She gestures to an open spot near the fire and still close enough for conversation.]

May I?