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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.

meimeichanic.livejournal.com

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.

notanoptimist.livejournal.com

People who have known Sokka since he was fifteen, sixteen, or even seventeen have often shared a common hope - that he will, eventually, calm the hell down about his work. Or at least cut down on the questions and excited babbling.

At thirty-four, Sokka is dangling from the roof of one of the two-story buildings in Eden, sitting in a sling constructed entirely of scavenged blankets, replacing a broken bulb in one of the lights they'd long installed on the street. The source of the blood they found on the walls from the beginning was known now and, honestly, they all felt better knowing there was light on the street in the middle of the night.

So.

Dangling Sokka from a roof, replacing a bulb and checking out the wires. Possibly whistling. Though it might be a yowling animal of some sort. As Zuko likes to say, Sokka couldn't carry a tune in a bucket.

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.

trelali.livejournal.com

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 street eden

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

[AU: Kaylee in Eden]

[AU: Louise in Milliways]

AU: Street Eden

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