fandomhighdorms | Front Lawn, Town and First Floor Lobby , Sunday Morning

Dawn's plan had been to go to J,GoB's in town and get some breakfasty things before Sam woke up, so she could yell at him for leaving her behind when he went to do dangerous demony things the night before on a full stomach. It was freezing, but it was just external cold and not the cold that had almost frozen her from the inside during the week, so she didn't mind so much.

That plan very quickly changed the first time she got hit in the head with a falling meatball. "What the--" She looked up as she watched the meatball roll away from her into the grass, and managed to avoid the second, and the third, but not the fourth or most of the ones after that.

So, she ran much more quickly into town and picked up some brownies, but mostly she invested in a bunch of sub rolls and some napkins. She stepped out of the bakery, brandishing the sub roll at the sky with vigor and a slightly maniacal gleam in her eyes. "Back! Back, if you don't want to be eaten!" Then she held another (open) roll over her head as she ran back to school.

Dawn dumped the bag of rolls on the floor of the lobby and headed out to catch herself some breakfast.

[ooc: Open to all. Feel free to catch your own meatball sub. If soda rain starts, feel free to say that cups are supplied as well.]

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"Or wear them," Dean added doing his best not to snicker. He held up the roll he caught when she threw it at him earlier. "Guess this would do for breakfast after all."

"They're the newest thing in fashion," Katara assured Dean. "It can! We can mix the meals backwards today. Dinner for breakfast and sweet breakfast stuff for dinner."

Sokka walked up and chuckled. "And then you can give some to Zuuuuuuko!" he said through a mouthful, spraying bits of meatball as he talked.

Katara had a meatball in her hand. So she threw it at him. "Not likely!"

Sokka dodged the meatball and smirked. "Oh? You're not his 'moon and sun' anymore?"

"No! Ewww!" Katara said, flailing. "There was some type of mind thing going on!"

"You're right, you're right," Sokka sighed. "I'm sorry."

He took a bite of meatball, chewed, and swallowed.

"You know," he said thoughtfully, as if he were changing the subject, "they say that you can't be hypnotized into doing something unless some part of you wanted to do it anyway."

Then he cringed and ducked.

The ducking and cringing was good because he had a little sister flying at him and attempting to hit him. Hard.

Not that she was really any match for Sokka without bending, but there was a lot of rage, not much technique, and someone who hadn't actually been able to lose her temper about the whole situation.

Sokka laughed and dodged, and took a couple of blows on his back. As long as she was using her fists, he wouldn't have to get beaten up by a girl. Again. That seemed to happen to him a lot.

"I. Don't. Want. To. Have. ANYTHING. To do. With. Him," Katara ground out, punctuating each word with kinda girly attempted smacks. "Never. Ever. Ever."

"Okaaay, I got, it, I got it!" Sokka said wryly, rolling with the raining blows. "Never ever ever ever ever."

After a few seconds, he added imperiously, "And he doesn't get any meatballs."

Katara grinned at the addition and hugged him suddenly. "I'm sorry. I was horrible to you."

Sokka hugged her back. "Yes. Yes, you were."

He hugged her tighter and then -- since her arms were mostly pinned -- made kissy noises at her.

Her arms were pinned, but her feet weren't. So Katara went to step on Sokka's foot.

"Mean!"

Sokka screamed like a little girl, let her go, and started hopping around, holding his foot. Then he slipped on a meatball and fell over.

Katara bent over almost double giggling at him. "It wasn't THAT hard, you big baby."

Sokka stood up and dusted himself off, trying to regain some dignity.

"She's vicious," he announced, pointing at Katara. He looked around, meeting the eyes of each and every person who happened to look his way. "Don't mess with her."

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"Dude, manners," Dean told him. "Say it don't spray it."

Sokka swallowed, and licked his lips.

"Dude. There are meatballs. Falling from the sky. Now is NOT the time for manners! Now is the time for ACTION!" And so saying, he took another bite.

"Actually, while this is weird, it's not like uncommon for Fandom to have food fall from the sky," Dean pointed out.

"Really???" Sokka asked gleefully.

Then his face fell. "Yeah, nothing's uncommon here," he snerked. "So how do you tell if something's good or bad? I mean, meatballs, yeah. But what about the other weird stuff?"

Dean shrugged. "You just kinda have to roll with it. The bad things show themselves eventually."

"Everything's too weird. I'm still adjusting."

Sokka took another bite of meatball and sighed. "Speaking of bad things, do they ever give us our weapons back? I miss my boomerang."

"If there's an invasion you can usually grab them," Dean told him. "And you can take them out to practice with." He grinned. "I'll have to show you my gun collection sometime."

"We can take them out to practice???" Sokka's jaw dropped and he smacked his forehead. "Why does no one TELL me these things??? Where are they?"

... and then the rest of what Dean had said caught up with him.

"You have a gun collection??? AWESOME!!!"