31_days | [AUGUST 27] [AVATAR] THE WHOLE UNVISITED WORLD

Title: The Whole Unvisited World
Day/Theme: August 27 - The whole unvisited world
Series: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Character/Pairing: Suki, Ty Lee; mention of Suki/Sokka
Rating: G

Suki kicks up her feet and considers kissing. This is because Sokka has drawn little hearts all over the White Lotus documents, as well as his list of criteria. There is even a picture at the bottom of the list. She’ll ask him just what it’s meant to be when she sees him again, but he’s at the South Pole now and that’s quite a way from the eastern coast of the Earth Kingdom.

She tips her chair back; something gives way at the back of the bar behind her and clatters across the floor. Outside, Rin and Saika are tying up the last of the dissident colonials. None of them are in any state to talk yet, so Suki drops the White Lotus papers and picks up Sokka’s list.

“Ambiance” she reads out. Ty Lee pops up from behind the bar.

“Eight and three quarters!” she declares. “Three quarters because the energy lines were totally messed up by that big plant pot before it got smashed.”

“No half marks,” Suki reminds her.

“Awww.” Ty Lee dips down behind the bar again. The barman groans. Suki doesn’t feel that sorry for him: he should have ducked when she shouted, and anyway he’s waking up to a face full of Ty Lee. Men have got knocked out for worse.

“Eight,” Suki decides. This bar certainly has a good view, out over a steep green valley to the sea. She moves down the list.

“Cuisine.”

Ty Lee pokes her head up again.

“I think that’s just a no, Suki.” She bobs back down. “Do you serve food?” she asks. The barman groans again.

“Local colour.”

“Pink!” says Ty Lee, as usual. Suki considers.

“Seven,” she decides. She makes a note, “Nice view. Folk art on walls.”

The other warriors file in, dusting themselves off.

“All secure,” Rin reports. “They’ll be out for a while longer, though.” She finds herself an unbroken chair and flops down. “Six for ambiance.”

“We already did that one,” Suki tells her. She looks around at her warriors, still sharp after months of chasing rebels and war criminals across the Earth Kingdom, and runs a finger down the list.

“You know,” she says, “I think this time we can just skip to the end.” There is a chorus of agreement, though Misaki, on guard duty by the door, pouts.

“No fair.”

“Your turn will come,” says Suki. She taps her fan against the last item on the list; Sokka has surrounded it with a little ring of hearts.

“Right,” she says, as Ty Lee bounces up, bottles in both hands and on one foot.

“Beverages!”