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.

Comments

[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.