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Dinah's not been in this world very long, but already she hates it. Apparently she's not alone in that. She can't even comfort eat, because the food here's so terrible she's almost missing Ollie's cooking.

Actually, on second thoughts, she's not into missing Ollie yet.

Being outside and working over the dummies isn't a cathartic activity like it is for so many people here - Dinah doesn't enjoy it like some - but it is something to do. There's no rage to work out in her movements; they're just precise and fast, and go on for a while before she tires.

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"Two months, she wastes when she should have been sending her message to the South," Sokka grumps, hiding from all the excitement of the preparing women outside the hut with Miki in his lap, trying valiantly to stop his father from putting tiny shoes on his feet. "And now she's coming three weeks ahead of schedule?"

A swarm of birds had arrived over the past week - from the men of the South, sent from their fleet to inform the tribe of their return; from Katara and Aang, confirming their presence at the wedding; Lu, Hana, and Iroh promising to attend; messages of congratulation from the North, King Bumi's court, the Fire Nation palace, the warriors of Kyoshi...

Perhaps it doesn't quite qualify a swarm, but it was more messages than any of the Tribesman had ever seen in the South at one time before.

Miki squeals in triumph when Sokka sets the boots aside to frown over at his fiancee. "Katara came out of the womb determined to annoy me, I mean it."

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The baby hiccups and starts to sob, and for a moment, Steph isn't sure where they are. The cold that bites down as she struggles sleepily to a sitting position and tries to comfort the baby one-handed while undoing her leathers with the other is her first clue -- South Pole -- and then the softness of the furs beneath them, rather than the rocky floor of the cave they've spent the week in. Southern Water Tribe.

It's late at night, but they're at Sokka's home. More detail than that can wait until her head isn't so muzzy. The toggles on her clothes are about the limit of her ability right now, with a hungry wailing baby tucked in the other arm.

A hungry, wailing Miki.

This is Steph's happy-face again, sleep-deprived or not.

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She's had the conversation with Sokka who will soon be her father in law, which put her a lot more at her ease, but there're still other people to talk to, and before the formal dinner thing, with Miki off with his family, Ai-Ling's bored.

So she wanders the palace idly, looking for mischief to get up to.

alwaysroomforhope

It was originally just a one-night thing. It's just that now it's turned into a month-long thing that shows no sign of slowing down.

Not that they really talk about it. There's not much to say. Steph just turns up at Sokka's building, and they usually remember to close the front door, but they rarely remember to close the bedroom door. They're generally distracted from things like that by the time they reach the bedroom, and nobody else ever really comes inside the buildings, apart from the hotel.

Life in Eden is conducted on the rooftops. Especially since the attacks.

Today, they left the front door ajar without even knowing it, too preoccupied with stumbling down the hall, laughing and mock-wrestling.

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This ain't Persephone.

Kaylee ain't exactly sure what this place is, but it ain't Persephone. And that wall with "Eden" written on it, that ain't Serenity, which it should be, seeing as she just left her.

"Uh..." she hazards, rotating around slowly, checking out her surroundings, her smile fading with worry. "Cap'n?"

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There's just something about the Frays that they manage to make any training exercise into a game, and any game into a training exercise.

Which is totally why they're still playing tag at age 15. Admittedly, it's high speed tag using ping pong balls as projectiles and combined with hide and seek using firebending to detect and control body heat.

Right now, Hana's 'it', and Hana's faster than any of them, which is why Louise has to run flat out into one of the empty buildings, turning to shut the door behind her. She grins in satisfaction when she finds no door at all. One of the quirks of Eden, working to her advantage.

But when she turns, and takes in her surroundings, the grin fades. Something wronger than usual has happened.

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Title: Resonance (Chapter one)
Fandom: The Rabbithole (Fray/A:TLA)
Characters: Loo, Hana and Iroh Fray, Sokka.
Word Count: 1,717

( The machine had been Iroh's idea )

Title: Resonance (Chapter Two)
Fandom: The Rabbithole (Fray/A:TLA)
Characters: Loo, Hana and Iroh Fray, Sokka.
Word Count: 1,060

( They asked if if he wanted to come )

Title: Resonance (Chapter Three)
Fandom: The Rabbithole (Fray/A:TLA)
Characters: Loo, Hana and Iroh Fray, General Iroh.
Word Count: 1,591

( Acid )

Title: Resonance (Chapter Four)
Fandom: The Rabbithole (Fray/A:TLA)
Characters: Loo, Hana and Iroh Fray, General Iroh.
Word Count: 1,218

( I'm such an idiot )

Title: Resonance (Chapter Five)
Fandom: The Rabbithole (Fray/A:TLA)
Characters: Loo, Hana and Iroh Fray, General Iroh, Princess Azula
Word Count: 1,526

( He insisted, of course, that they call him 'Uncle Iroh' )

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Doesn't rain much here.

Apart from that, and the sky, it ain't that different to Gotham. The thief girl gave him enough to be getting on with, and ain't any city so individual you can't find the slums if you're looking. And slums never mind an extra body, and always got room for someone can pay their way.

And the slums always got a fair share of crackpots, and that's what Jason needs. People who're already skirting the edges of sane. They don't run when he asks them to send him three hundred years back into another world.

'Course, none of them can help yet, either. But he'll keep trying.

For now, he's sitting against the wall in a place called Versi, long legs stretched out in front of him, sharpening his knife. He hasn't found anything better yet. Still has to get up close to kill the yellow-eyed bastards. (Lurks, a kid called them.) They're all strength and grip though, not much cunning.

There's a one-armed, one-eyed girl staring at him from across the dirt street. He represses the urge to yell BOO. Wouldn't get him anywhere.

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Dimensional portals are more-or-less a dime a dozen in Gotham.

Not so much in New York, though, and Jason's never fallen through one alone before. He lands on a rooftop, and it's not one he knows; the air smells different and the sky is ... well, missing.

Well, fuck.

He gets to his feet, eyes narrowed, and reaches for his knife.

alwaysroomforhope

You can't sleep all day. Even if it's the first time you've slept properly all week.

The first thing to wake them is the sunlight; once the sun's above Eden's wall, it can be fierce for those sleeping on rooftops. Steph murmurs and hides her face in Tim's shoulder in protest.

....oh.

Oh.

That's the second thing to wake her.

She tries to extricate herself quietly, without waking him, reaching for one of the blankets that's been kicked off to wrap herself in. And then she just ... sits, at the edge of the blankets, staring at her dirty scraped hands and ... not knowing what to do.

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Rated S for Sexing, R for content.

They were still spread out on the street, a year later. And he didn't have an engineering room either - namely because there weren't many real tools in Eden.

Certainly no nanowelders.

But he had eventually moved off the roof of the hotel, leaving Mel and Zuko and the twins... they were a family and they needed their own space. He was family, too, in a peripheral sense. And a few months ago, he decided it was probably time to act like it.

You could call the corner of the roof he slept on his 'engineering corner' but Sokka would probably laugh at you for it. All that designates it as such is a pile of old tools found on the street and the remains of the catapult Mel asked him to build.

Oh, and Sokka, too, sitting cross-legged in that same space with a lamp that probably hasn't worked in over a hundred years. But his options of entertaining himself are a little scarce right now, so fiddling is all he really has to do at the moment.

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Entries tagged with au

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[Rabbithole: Southern Water Tribe, Katara and the warriors return]

[Rabbithole: South Pole, midnight-ish the night of Steph and Sokka's arrival]

[Rabbithole: Ai-Ling and Steph]

[Rabbithole: EDEN: One Year (and a few weeks) In. Sokka, Steph, Mel.]

[AU: Kaylee in Eden]

[AU: Louise in Milliways]

Fic: Resonance: Chapters One Through Five

Sandbox: Haddyn, Melaka Fray and Jason Todd. II.

Sandbox: Haddyn

AU: Street Eden