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[She's woken up by an incessantly cheery tune. It takes her awhile to place it as her network device -- and another while to figure why, because it's not the two beeps of a message or the tune Hei recorded to let her know her battery's dying.

It's a little calendar notification. One year in the City! She stares at it uncomprehending (always a little slow in the mornings).

One year.

Shaking her head, she takes a minute to figure out how to make the stupid notification away and then shoves that thought -- One year -- out of her head. She's just going to go about her day as normal. Ayup.]

[ video/action - late morning - option 1 ]
[Korra is out on the beach. You can only really see her face, but the sound of the waves is unmistakable.]

Hey Chekov, get over here. Bring swimtrunks. [It's time you learned how to swim, Spaceboy.]

[ action - late afternoon - option 2 ]
[Another day, another session of physical therapy. The hospital's practically a second (third?) home to her at this point. She walks through the front door, waves at the receptionist, and then makes her way towards the PT's office.]

[ action - evening - closed to Hei ]
[She's run out of ways to distract herself, but it's still too early to sleep. So even though she's tired -- and she's always tired, reason #754 why she hates that lunatic who shot her, because just being alive never used to be this exhausting -- she heads over to Hei's apartment to say hello and maybe be distracted.

Knock knock.]

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[She laughs and quickly holds up her arms to block her face.]

[OH ANGEL OF SWEET LAUGHTER nonono but he is certainly grinning now, and without a retaliation he feels at liberty to send her another splash. That's two for completely dousing him, thank you.]

[Chekov gives up on swimming to watch them, momentarily resisting the urge to join in. It's been some time since Korra looked that happy--things between them have never quite recovered, but inadvertent murder and assassin boyfriends will do that to a friendship--and it's too good to interrupt.

Maybe things are changing, now that they both have more people from their own worlds here. Hopefully, it will be a good change.]

Oh it's ON! [She takes a deep breath and dives under the water.

You might wonder where she is.

She's coming up right behind you.]

HAH!

[Mako turns as she emerges, using his arm to block water from spraying into his eyes. And would you look at that, she's just close enough now for him to pick up by her underarms and toss back into the water.]

You doing okay back there, Pav? [Mako glances behind him.]

[He gives Mako a dismissive wave.]

I have, so far, failed to drown, yes.

[She squawks and tumbles into the water. Tha-that JERK! If she had her waterbending, she'd show him! She settles for aiming a kick at his stomach.]

Alright, man— gah!

[Mako falls backwards and plunges into the water. He emerges just as quickly, spitting out water through his nose as he shakes his head. That kick really knocked the wind out of him!]

Okay, okay. [He coughs, yet straightens his back, not wanting to appear the kick impacted him as much as it did.] C'mon, let's teach your friend how to swim for real.

No, I can be done learning.

['Cause not swimming looks a lot more fun.]

[Victory. Korra crosses her arms, smirking and satisfied.]

You aren't done learning until I'm sure you won't drown.

I won't drown, I promise. [SIGH.] Try to drown me. If I live, I win.

[Mako shrugs at Chekhov.] S'up to you.

[As if Mako has a say. All he's done is disrupt their lessons, AHAHA oops.]

[If I live. Korra looks at Chekov, hurt. He hadn't meant anything by it, but it's still a stinging reminder of how she had stabbed him just a few meters away from here.

She tries to shake it off and swims a few meters away. (The distance helps hide the sudden shift in her mood.)]

Prove it, Spaceboy. Swim over to me.

[The disruption is wel--

Oh. Chekov realizes how inappropriate his phrasing was far too late to do much about it, and apologizing to Korra might necessitate providing an explanation. Clearly, the only response is swimming over without drowning.

There is plenty of splashing, though. Thanks to that crash course in swimming, he can stay afloat and get somewhere, just... not gracefully.]

[At six-foot-two, the water is at just above his waist when Mako walks over to Chekov's side. Maybe they're trying to prove some point to each other, but he'd rather turn this into a productive learning experience.]

Stopstopstop. Stand up for a second.

[He stops flailing at the water and wow, Mako's tall.]

My technique leaves much to be desired, I know that.

Remember the propeller thing I talked about? It's the same on your stomach, but a little trickier. Take a look.

[He crouches down in the water enough to get the water up to his chest.] You're gonna open out your chest every time you raise an arm. Keep it in rhythm.

[He briefly demonstrates.]

[Chekov listens and watches intently (swimming is serious business).]

How do you coordinate your arms and legs?

[He likes that. He'd rather someone take his instruction seriously. It's more difficult to lead a team of probenders who won't listen. Same principle with swimming lessons.]

Right now they'll probably stay relatively in sync with your arms. Don't focus so much on speed, just finish swimming over to Korra and let your legs do the pushing. They don't need to kick hard.

[Hey, the sooner he learns how to swim, the sooner he can stop feeling like an idiot for not knowing how to swim already.

He nods solemnly in response to Mako's instructions and takes off for Korra again, this time with a minimal amount of flailing (but still too much splashing). Yes, Chekov is pleased with himself.]

[Mako's much better at this teaching thing than she is. It's one of the things she's always admired about him -- his ability to lead and guide others along. It's a quality she wishes she had.]

Nice! We'll make an otter penguin out of you yet.

Not bad.

[He's pleased with Chekov, too.] It's pretty instinctive once you've got the basics. Other than that, I don't know anything fancy.

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