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fandomtownies2007-10-05 07:54 am
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Post Office, Friday
Sokka was at his usual place, half-asleep behind the counter, when he heard a door creak somewhere in the back, and a tiny high-pitched voice shouted "Let's go!"
Sokka was suddenly very sure where the noises had come from.
When he peered around the doorframe into the Sorting Engine's room, the room was overrun with little... things, with green hair and baggy blue clothes.
They were walking single-file out of the back of the Sorting Engine and one by one floating down to the ground with tiny red-and-white umbrellas. Then they crossed the floor to the exit where, just under Sokka's nose, one of the creatures was standing and directing them all to turn around. They continued, still in single file, back to the Sorting Engine and on underneath it, where a second creature was directing them to all turn around again, at which point they joined the single-file line still pouring out of the machine.
Farther down the room, a single creature was pulling bricks out of a bag on its back to build a stairway that would, eventually, reach the Sorting Engine's hopper, so they could all go back where they came from.
As Sokka watched, mesmerized, the one builder stopped, put its bag down, and shrugged, and then picked the bag back up again and resumed building.
The post office was open, but you'll have to ring the bell for service.
Sokka was suddenly very sure where the noises had come from.
When he peered around the doorframe into the Sorting Engine's room, the room was overrun with little... things, with green hair and baggy blue clothes.
They were walking single-file out of the back of the Sorting Engine and one by one floating down to the ground with tiny red-and-white umbrellas. Then they crossed the floor to the exit where, just under Sokka's nose, one of the creatures was standing and directing them all to turn around. They continued, still in single file, back to the Sorting Engine and on underneath it, where a second creature was directing them to all turn around again, at which point they joined the single-file line still pouring out of the machine.
Farther down the room, a single creature was pulling bricks out of a bag on its back to build a stairway that would, eventually, reach the Sorting Engine's hopper, so they could all go back where they came from.
As Sokka watched, mesmerized, the one builder stopped, put its bag down, and shrugged, and then picked the bag back up again and resumed building.
The post office was open, but you'll have to ring the bell for service.
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