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( Character Survey of Doom )

[The broadcast opens with a low groan.]

Has anyone seen the healer?

[Followed by a belch, loud and completely unapologetic.]

Twinkletoes was right. Sea prunes? Bad idea.

Alright, which of you lily-livers knows how to play games with these cards?

[Now that she knows the suits and numbers... Well mostly.]

We'll bet favours. Unless you're scared.

Do any of you lily livers know how to wash clothes?

I've cleaned your funky-smelling bathrooms. I've swept the castle. All I gotta do is wash some clothes and I get my cards.

[Also her own clothes are getting... Well they smell. The stains she can handle. She can't see 'em so why should she care? But the smell's not so great.]

You better have them ready, bookworm.

What's with all the noise?

[Toph can be found in the cloistered courtyard. There're suddenly way more people than there should be.]

[Toph spends most of her morning practising earthbending.

But she's not just slinging any old rocks around. Most of the time, anyone walking past will see her just standing still, palms outstretched, breathing.

But she's left her handiwork all over the green, the training yard and the inner bailey's pathways.

Toph is practising turning patches of dirt into sand traps. Some are shallow. Some are deep enough to catch an ankle. Some are so wide you can't miss (or avoid) them. Some are so narrow you'd really have to be looking.

She hasn't mastered it yet though, so around lunchtime she's still at it, standing in the middle of the green, breathing, and shifting her feet every so often.

Only then does it occur to her that she should maybe warn people, and she flicks open her journal.]

You seeing people might want to watch where you're going for a while.

((ooc: feel free to bother Toph while she's bending, or fall prey to a twisted ankle in one of her sand-traps nearby, or just tell her off for making a mess! :D))

[For most of the day, Toph can be found either in the male or female washroom in the barracks, using an old rag to scrub out the bath tubs, and completely ignoring protests of anyone who might want to use those rooms and have a little more privacy. This is stuff servants should be doing, but she wants those playing cards and this was the deal. It's hard work too, and she's soon soaked from head to toe and freezing.

Huddled by the fire during one of her breaks, she flips open her record and starts talking.]

So it really is winter.

[Yeah, she was still hoping it'd pass.]

That means I'm thirteen.

[Though when exactly her birthday passed, she can't say.]

Are there any good games around here?

All I've found is this weird wooden army, some dice, and some paper cards I can't read.

Dice aren't fun unless any of you noodlebrains has money. And what kinds of games can you play with paper?

[The feed cuts in to the sound of stones grating together, of rocks sliding and falling, and of Toph shouting.]

What kind of wall is this?!

[She should have been able to tunnel through by now. She should be out. She should be free. Instead there is only a four foot ditch in the ground around the wall where she's been pummeling away and her breathing is coming fast and ragged. Oh, there's enough overturned earth and rock, to be sure. She doesn't care. It doesn't matter what she does to the ground. The wall itself? Doesn't have a scratch. And she should be out by now.]

Let! Me! Out! Of! Here!

[Every word is punctuated by the sound of flesh impacting on stone, of dull thunk of soil being displaced. It hurts. Bending's never hurt like this, not since she was little. She can feel the bruises rising on her forearms and knees, wrists and palms where she's struck the wall again and again and it still won't MOVE!]

Come on stone,

[Feet whisper through long grass, retreating and then rushing forward again.]

BUDGE!

[Stones tremble in the grass, but it's a subdued sound, far too small to be the sound of a wall coming down, like an afterthought on the tail of Toph's yelling.

She's silent now.

About thirty seconds later, the feed cuts out.]

I wanna talk to Kevas, Mimmi, Logan, Jack and Zeke.

And anyone else who knew people called Zuko, Sokka and Suki.

[Short and sweet. That's all.]

[The feed begins with a high-pitched squeal like air being forced through a pipe.]

I don't know who's instrument this is, but it's not mine or any of my friends.

If any of you noodlebrains want it, we can probably work something out.

[There's a short flash of skewed video showing a slim metal pipe, and then the feed cuts out.]

Hey Snoozles, Jerkbender, play time's over!

...

Has anyone seen a sarcastic guy with a ponytail and an angry jerk with a scar? I gotta give them a message.

[The 'message' in question being "quit messing around," communicated by way of a solid punch to the gut. But she's not gonna say that.]

Suki?

W-w-winter's the w-worst ssseason ev-ver!

[Toph has been going barefoot since before the snow began and. Seeing as she has no shoes to wear so she can run across to get warmer clothes, she's just gone without.

It's not like she needs to tell anyone how cold she is. They can hear it for themselves.]

[What is this? Why, it's a short little girl outside in front of the library.

At first glance, you'd probably think she was helping clean up the last of the dust. It looks like she's running through a series of martial arts moves, and somehow the dust is responding. She's moving it all into a giant dirty pile.

And when she's good and done, she turns her back on it, falls down, and begins making a dust angel.

So much for helping to clean.]

-Ra? Twinkletoes? Where are you guys?

[There is a lot of shuffling about going on in the background and the audio-feed is poor, as though the speaker is not always facing her book.]

This... Isn't the Western Air Temple is it?

Hello?!

Where am I?

THIS JOURNAL IS BEING RECYCLES

Everything below this is for

ms_elegante . Everything above is for

holloways_keep

If you're from the Elegante, ilu all <3. Either friend remove or keep stalking, whichever you prefer.

What's going on?

[Toph hasn't been on the network in nearly a week, and now that she does speak? She sounds frightened. She's sitting at the bottom of a flight of stairs on deck she-doesn't-know-which. She lost her cane in Carnival and no way is she going back in there for it. But now the doors are changing...]

Guys? A little help here.

[[ooc: Toph died on the 27th. She hasn't and won't be asking for things back, but if anyone would like to happen upon them, she's missing a ~~shirt~~ and ~~pants.~~

ALSO BACKDATED To prior to the Halloween party.]]

GOOD MORNING PASSENGERS OF THE ELEGANTE!

Some of you owe me a mini-vacation. And one of you owes me a life changing field-trip.

But seeing as we're already on a cruise, I guess I can give you all a break.

[The feed switches to a wobbly video of deck thirteen. The angle is slightly off and a little too close, but if someone were to actually look at it for a second, they'd be able to pick out a scare-crow-like effigy with a water melon for a head.

And the face etched into that water-melon? Thanks to Bass's latent artistic talents, it is a pretty darn good likeness of Captain Redd himself.]

This is Captain Melon Head. Him and me? We're throwing a little tournament. I'd call it Earth Rumble Seven, but none of you are earthbenders. So here's the deal:

1. First one to squash the Captain's head gets a prize; I'll make you anything you want out of stone or sand or dirt.
2. No flying or crazy ninja jumping. You stay off the ground for more than ten seconds or move more than six feet in a step, you're out.
3. No killing, but you agree to everything else when you show up. You get hurt? Not my problem.

That's it. You got powers or weapons or whatever? Bring it! You wanna start teams? Fine, go ahead, but if you're in a team you gotta share the prize.

We're on deck thirteen. We'll be here all day.

[The feed switches back to audio.]

... On second thought, start in an hour. Team Avatar and the two dorks, you'd better be here.

[Toph can be found on deck thirteen. She has messed with a small portion of the deck. There are shallow ditches and little piles of displaced dirt to use as cover, and a few graves scattered in between. Toph stands at the centre of it, waiting and listening.]

[[Forward-dated to the 27th]]

[Backdated to the morning after this.]

Hey Turtle-Dude.

Missing something?

[A wobbly, off-kilter video feed cuts in. Toph is obviously using her fingers as a guide, because the camera is pointed at them more than anything else.

But, off to the side and screwed up in a messy little ball, is an almost-unrecognizable fabric thing.

It used to be bright orange. But now? Now it's hot pink, and it's there for the whole ship to see.]

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