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In front of the dorms, all day Friday

Sometime around midmorning a large truck pulled up to the dorms. Sokka, grinning from ear to ear, signed the invoice and helped the deliverypeople unload a lot of large wooden crates onto the lawn just outside the dorm entrance. A bit of work with a crowbar, and voilà! Sokka dug through the straw inside the crates and began pulling out angel statues as the truck drove off again.

There were big angel statues and little angel statues. Some were porcelain, and some were terra cotta, and some were soft stone. Some were weeping, and some were pointing, and some were smiling. Some were on the ground, and some were set up on top of the crates. It was a whole SMORGASBORD of angel statues.

And, of course, there was a nice selection of sledgehammers. Other weapons or explosives were also encouraged.

The big sign leaning against a nearby tree read

ANGEL SMASHY
PRICE: $FREE

[OOC: Welcome one and all to Sokka's angel-smash-o-rama! Open to everyone who wants to vent their bottled rage. I'm running out the door right now, but I'll be back in 20 to answer pings.]

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Reno had promised to foot half the bill for these angels.

You bet he was going to be there, smashing the crap out of them with a sledgehammer.

Sokka paused what he was doing (viz: smashing the crap out of some statues with a sledgehammer) to give Reno a thumbs-up. "SMASHY SMASHY!"

"SMASH, YO!" Reno returned the gesture, grinning from ear to ear.

Breaking things was just good for you, okay?

It was. TOTALLY the best kind of therapy.

Sokka swung at a tiny potter angel which exploded into a cloud of dust. THAT, of course, required following it up by twirling the sledgehammer with a flourish, tucking it over his shoulder, and posing smugly for the nonexistant camera.

Reno eyed Sokka suspiciously for a moment, pausing in his cathartic smashing-of-things.

"You never met a guy named Cloud before, did you?"

It was the twirl that caught his eye, really. Made him suspicious every time.

Sokka looked at him, confused. "Uh... No? Is he here in Fandom?"

Reno stared at Sokka for a moment more, and then shook his head. "No, he's a guy from my world. Did the whole-- thing. With the..."

Reno twirled his own sledgehammer and set it on his shoulder to demonstrate.

...

"Ah, nevermind."

Sokka shrugged. "Then no, I've never met him. There's just something about a sledgehammer that makes you want to twirl it, you know? ESPECIALLY for a victory celebration."

"You need a catchy victory tune to go with your stupid pose," Reno mused, taking a swing at another angel. "Just ain't a victory without some kinda catchy tune goin' through your head while you loot the bodies or whatever."

Not that there was really anything to loot from the angel statues, but the point stood. A victory tune was mandatory.

"A what? You mean, like, Ta-DA! or something?"

"Nah, more like a jingle. You know, sort of a dundun-dun-dunnn-da-da-daaa-dundun?"

He cleared his throat and shrugged his shoulders. "Kinda makes it official or whatever, zoto."

He wasn't going to elaborate further and explain that he had little lyrics that he played through his mind whenever he did something worthy of a victory theme. Something along the lines of "Reno you're f*ck-ing in-cred-i-ble."

Sokka stood there, head cocked to the side, eyebrow raised, looking at Reno. For a while.

"...And people think I'M weird."

Reno was going to cock his head and stare back.

"...Says the guy in a diaper."

Well, if Reno was going to go THERE...

"WARK!!!"

"You know you gotta be real careful about warkin' at the guy who broadcasts all the local gossip all over the island every Tuesday night," Reno said, smirking faintly.

Not that he'd already decided to ruin Sokka's life via radio or anything.

... Really.

"Well, unless you tell everyone what's on your butt, you're not broadcasting ALL the local gossip."

Sure, Sokka, why don't you dig deeper?

"...Besides, uh. Um. Some of the squirrels can sense whether you're telling the truth and get viciously rabid at anyone who lies."

Reno smirked and eyerolled some more.

"They viciously radioactive mutant squirrels, while we're at it? I bet they grow wings and little fangs or somethin', too." He stuck out his tongue. "Face it, Boom, I got you by the nuts, here."

Eve had droid baby Petunia in the carrier on her back when she wandered by. "Hrm. Angel smashing."

She was all over that if she could get someone to hold the baby. Swinging a sledgehammer didn't seem very smart with a baby on her back.

But until then, she was having fun flinging angel statues up in the air with a telekinesis spell and then blasting them apart with another.

They weren't so high up that falling angel bits would hurt anybody, though.

Sokka watched her, rapt with glee. "Are you a Jedi?"

"Nope."

There went another statue.

"I know magic."

"OOOooooooh. Almost as good."

Sokka watched the statues exploding like it was the best thing in the world.

"And it comes in handy in this cause 'cause I can still vent on the statues without having to unload the baby on anybody." She grinned. "By the way, the baby's totally fake. It's an assignment for my Ethics class."

Sokka nodded. "I recognized it. You should totally dump it on your partner for the week -- that's what I did."

Sky saw the angel-smashing party on his way back from work. Heck, yes, he was participating, and no, he wasn't in the banana suit. Grinning rather evilly, he picked up a sledgehammer, swinging it experimentally.

Sokka grinned and waved him on towards the statues. "Come engage in therapeutic violence!"

"Gladly," said Sky, choosing the biggest statue he could find and smashing away. "This was a great idea."

"Of course it was," Sokka replied, with a grin. "I thought of it."

"Well," Turtle said, taking a look around the set-up that she'd noticed from her window at some point in the day. "Now I know why you bought all those statues and sledgehammers."

Sokka held out a sledgehammer for her to take. "You mean it wasn't obvious?"

"I never said it wasn't obvious," Turtle commented. "I just said that now I know for sure."

She eyed the offered sledgehammer. Her palm instantly hit her face because she realized that she couldn't ever, ever, ever see Sokka holding a sledgehammer without thinking of one particular thing. Her hand stayed there, covering her pinkish face as she muttered, "No, I'm good. You can keep your sledgehammer to yourself."

Sokka looked at her for a moment, confused, and then turned pink himself. "NOT DIRTY!" he protested. "It's not like that! This is totally and completely about mindless therapeutic violence!"

"I know, I know!" Turtle protested. "Trust me, I know! But I'm good. Really. I probably couldn't even lift that thing, anyway."

Sokka shrugged. "You could always smash them with something else?"

"Oh, what, like go get my gun?"

"That's an AWESOME idea!!! Unload a clip into an angel! ...So long as you don't hit anybody."

"See, that'd be just the problem," Turtle said, dropping her hand to reveal a apologetic sort of look. "I'm not that great of a shot yet. In fact, it's been ages since I've even practiced."

"Well, you ought to come to the Girls With Guns club, then, and practice," Sokka told her. "Annnd... Uh. There are other ways to destroy the angels statues? A rock? A stick? A different kind of hammer? ...That is, if you're interested in breaking them."

Turtle frowned a little. She probably should join that club; she'd thought about it. But...

She shook her head, focusing on the task at hand. "Kicking?" she asked Sokka, a hopeful lift in her voice.

Sokka grinned at her. He grabbed one of the lighter statues and set it down in a position such that a good kick would send it flying right into the wall of the building. "Go for it!"

Turtle bounced a little. "Yay!"

And then, Turtle kicked.

And it was a very good thing that they built walls good and sturdy around here.

Sokka smiled wider. "Want another one?"

"Bring it on!"

Turtle didn't get to kick things nearly enough. She didn't even have issue with angels. She had way too much fun thanks to them. But...KICKING!

Sokka lined up a few more. He was all ABOUT the smashing of angels. "Enjoy!"

Jack wandered by...and dissapeared.

Not, y'know, into the past or anything, just back into the dorm for a moment.

And returned with a big wrecker bar. And a grin.

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