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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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[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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