Date: 2011-07-01 03:21 am (UTC)
Sokka walked down the hallway near where he'd woken up, whistling to himself. And he smelled it. That familiar buttery smell that he'd woken up to.

Maybe this was it. Maybe if he ran in that room right now, he would see whatever happened happening and he could figure out how he came to be here. Or else he could demand answers. Yeah.

Boomerang drawn in case whoever was unpopping was evil or angry or just punchy, he ran in at full tilt and skidded in grease, going flying across the room and landing on his face against a wall. "...ow."
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