Post Office, Tuesday (4/24)

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Zuko was back.

And Sokka was in the post office. NOT beating Zuko's face in with a blunt instrument. Neither rain, nor snow, nor REALLY important revenge, apparently...

*plink!*

Sighing, Sokka headed back to see what the Sorting Engine had coughed up this time. There was a small glass bottle, damp with beads of seawater, smashed on the floor. In the midst of the broken glass was a small scrap of paper which Sokka picked up and unrolled.

Just a castaway, an island lost at sea
Another lonely day, with no one here but me
More loneliness than any man could bear
Rescue me before I fall into despair

Sokka read the note a few times and scratched his head. After a few moments, he yelled "I CAN'T HELP YOU WITHOUT A RETURN ADDRESS!" into the hopper of the Engine and went to get Gladys to clean up the mess.

[[Wait for OCD Have at it!]]

Comments

Talk to Sokka

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Speak!

Mod Gladys

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Especially from 3-4, when Sokka's in class.

Enjoy!

Mailboxes

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

You hope that someone gets your
You hope that someone gets your
You hope that someone gets your
Message in a bottle, yeah...

OOC

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

I'll send an SOS to the world
I'll send an SOS to the world

Re: OOC

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

Dude. The Police.

You are made of awesome.

Re: OOC

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

.... yeah, I can go with that. I mean, I'm made of meat, and meat is made of awesome, so therefore by the transitive property... yeah.