video;

[candothat]

I would like to ask a question, if I may. Is there anyone who knows if the group opposing the deities can do as it says? I doubt the wisdom of openly going against the deities, but, if they have found a way to control whatever powers the deities possess, I think they would be worth talking with.

More importantly, where are the meteors coming from? [Because falling rocks are infinitely more important than the growing threat of a rebellion!] If the City is enveloped by a force field, there shouldn't be a way for extraterrestrial debris to reach us. I can only imagine that either there is no such force field, the field allows objects to get in but not out, or there is a reason why our roofs are being compromised by meteorites. The first seems unlikely.

Whatever the truth is, it's not a bad curse. A meteorite is the closest I have been to space in over fifteen months.

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[anatural]

[She'd tease him back, but she's too desperately grateful for the company.]

Thanks.

[candothat]

[Instead of prolonging the conversation, he heads to the beach house. It's a quiet walk; very few people are out and about what with the rocks falling from the sky (and the few people who are walking around aren't clever enough to wear helmets).

Chekov walks right in once he gets to the beach house, not trifling with silly things like knocking.]

[anatural]

[Korra's down on the first floor. She celebrated her first real day without crutches (but with walking sticks) by going up and down the stairs, working out her muscles and getting adjusted to yet another tool to walk. Now, of course, she's too worn out to head back upstairs to her room, but she's not about to ask anyone for help getting up there.

Reason number two why she's glad Chekov's coming over -- he's a good excuse for her to lounge around on the first floor.]

Made it here in one piece, I see.

[candothat]

I did, yes. You sound disappointed.

[anatural]

I do not! [you are not as cute as you think you are, Chekov]

[candothat]

[No, he's exactly as cute as he thinks he is. It's not his fault that Korra's immune.]

Fine, fine--how are you? Are you going insane yet?

[anatural]

[pffffft whatever

Korra groans loudly and throws herself back -- carefully. Injured shoulder and all.]

I'm going to kill myself. [an exaggeration, of course, but she is getting cabin fever]

[candothat]

You will not, don't be so dramatic. Tell me how I can alleviate your boredom.

[anatural]

Entertain me. [she is the most helpful]

[candothat]

[He rolls his eyes at her helpfulness.]

Perhaps, since you have nothing better to do than to listen to me, I should tell you about Russia. I have never had an audience that couldn't escape.

[anatural]

Sure. [He may have been joking, but Chekov has actually shown restraint in telling her about Russia, so she's fairly curious. All she remembers is that it's cold, like her home.] I don't mind.

[candothat]

You don't? [No one ever wants to hear about Russia, no matter how good he has been about not talking about it. Chekov isn't sure what to do.] Would you tell me about your home, if I told you about mine?

[anatural]

Sure. [She smiles wistfully. It might be nice to talk about home. She misses it.]

[candothat]

[Quite pleased with this arrangement--Chekov does enjoy hearing about the homes of others, if not quite as much as he likes talking about his own home--he flops onto the floor (why make use of the furniture?) and makes himself at home.]

Right now, with the weather as it is here, the one thing that I miss most about home is the temperature. It was never this hot in Petersburg, or even in Taganrog.