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Lupus Campfire, Thursday afternoon

Sokka had never heard of "jazz hands". That didn't stop the three beret-wearing hamsters from trying to teach Momo Jr. how to do it. Sokka wasn't really sure how to handle his pet's newfound love of expression through dance, so he just sat and stared blankly at the little show.

Eventually, the quartet of rodents took a break from dancing to do the backstroke in the ashes of the campfire (which, thankfully, wasn't lit).

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Mac paused to watch for a minute as she made her way back to her own cabin.

"That's... different," she remarked. "Guess you didn't teach them that?"

Sokka blinked. "...Nope. The hamster-mice just sort of showed up and started dancing, and Momohead joined in. It's sort of hypnotizing, though. I mean, I can't look away."

Sokka: mesmerized by the hamsterdance.

"Alien hamsters sent to ensnare and brainwash," Mac said. "Obviously."

"Hope they don't get to Poe, too."

... Yeah, not gonna happen. Way too much emo in that lemming for jazz handsing.

"Not aliens," Sokka corrected. "Fandomonians." He shrugged. "Probably'll be gone tomorrow. Who's Po?"

"Yeah," Mac agreed, deciding not to explain her brand of sarcasm. Never did work as well when you had to tell people after.

"My lemming. Looks a little like that," she said nodding towards the hamster. "But with less dancing... And cuter."

"Pfft. Not cuter than Momo Jr., though," Sokka challenged. No, he'd never seen the lemming. "Bring him out -- we'll start a little rodent conga line."

Mac nodded with a little smirk. She was confident in his infinite cuteness. "Be right back," she said, before popping back to her own cabin for a few minutes.

When she came back, she was cradling her conga line contribution.

Poe was not impressed. Not that you could really tell that, he looked just like he always did.

"He's fairly cute, I suppose," Sokka told her. "But can he dance?"

The hamsters took off their berets and waved them as part of the dance; Momo Jr. tried to copy them, but just looked silly without a beret of his own. Silly, and CUTE.

"Probably," Mac said. Whether he would was another matter entirely.

She looked at Poe as he eyed his route off her hands, towards the floor and perhaps the sweet end he had desired for so long.

When he made a beeline for that, he was of course stopped by Mac who moved her hands so he'd just keep running until she lowered him to the ground. He didn't dance.

Looked like death was not on the menu today.

Sucked for Poe.

Sokka completely missed the suicidal, lemming-like tendencies of that little performance. "Jumpy little guy, isn't he?"

"Mmm." Mac nodded thoughtfully. She'd been not noticing his emo lemming tendencies for years. "That's pretty normal," she said.

He was currently fixing the hamsters and Momo Jr. with a glum stare. Poe was obviously not feeling the jazz hands.

"I think he likes them," she determined. After all, to her it just looked like he was watching them, mesmerized like everyone else.

"Well, if he wants to just watch and not join in, that's his choice, I guess." He looked at Mac as if really seeing her for the first time. "...You're that library chick, right? I forget your name."

Library chick. That was a new one.

Mac arched an eyebrow and nodded. "That's probably me... Mac," she added.

"'Mac', like the really annoying guy in the commercial who's always being mean to his friend?" Sokka asked. "I'm Sokka -- as in 'rock ya'."

She smirked at Sokka's intro. "I'll be sure to remember that."

"And it's Mac, short for Mackenzie," she corrected, glancing over at Poe again to make sure he was still playing nice. "Similarities to guys in computer ads, completely unintentional."

"Well, aside from the name, there's really not much of a similarity," Sokka pointed out. "For one thing, he's not NEARLY as cute."

Two of the hamsters were still jazz-hands-ing with Momo Jr., but the third was holding its beret in one hand and a stick in the other, and was trying to engage Poe in a call-and-response tap dance.

Poe wasn't having any of that. He blinked slowly. Nothing should be that perky. Nothing!

Mac snickered, "Should hope not."

Sokka stared at Poe for a moment. "I think your rodent's defective."

Mac frowned and went to collect him up. "He's old, not defective," she said defensively.

Poe didn't really have much to add other than a baleful look. It was probably good he didn't understand. Although, he probably couldn't get much more emo.

"Old and non-dancing," Sokka replied. "And he looks sad. Is he sad? Does he need more food?"

"I feed him!" Mac examined a rather resistant Poe. "He looks fine. This is how he's always looked, even before he was mine."

Well, it was true. He'd barely changed in the last year as far as she could tell.

Sokka shrugged. "He's just a grumpybutt, then."

"And yours is weird," Mac countered eying the dancing creatures. "I think that makes us about equal."

When she got back to Lupus after her classes, Rikku was giddy and happy and --

Okay, now Rikku was staring at the dancing hamsters.

".... Dude."

Really, she didn't have any other words at the moment.

"I know!"

Really, no other words were needed.

The hamsters executed a perfectly choreographed twirl -- which Momo Jr. flubbed horribly -- and kept dancing.

She looked over at him and back at the choreographed rodents. And at him again.

"How come you're not dancing?" she asked.

Seemed a fair enough question.

Sokka blinked at her. "They're dancing," he told her. "I didn't want to ruin it." Also, he hadn't thought of it, but he didn't want to admit that.

"You think it'll ruin it if I dance, too?" Rikku frowned at that. She didn't want to ruin it, but ... how many people got to say they had a hoedown with hamsters?

... And a chinchilla. No offense, Momo Jr.

Sokka grinned "Nah, go ahead. I'm just watching, is all."

Now would be a good time, too -- Momo Jr. had been doing the jazz paws all wrong, and the hamsters were demonstrating it all over again.

"You're not gonna dance?" Rikku laughed. "You're no fun, you know."

Now was the time to Hamster Dance. With Jazz Hands. And -- well, she had no beret, but she worked it anyway.

"ME? No FUN???"

Sokka was NOT going to let that stand, so he got up and shook his thang, too. With the jazz hands. "Go Rikku! It's your birthday! Go Rikku! Go Rikku!"

Rikku was midway through shakin' it when she stopped abruptly.

"It's not my birthday."

"Huh?" Sokka stopped, too, and blinked at her. "...No, it's... It's just a thing. Like 'you go, girlfriend', or something like that."

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