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[Korra doesn't understand the Network. She doesn't get how she's supposed to use it, why people keep posting on it, why they post such stupid stuff.

So of course her new job at the Welcome Center involves just sitting around and watching the Network in case any newbies show up who need greeting.

She's already done all the chores she can think to do, and she can't run through her bending forms and monitor the network at the same time. She's trapped in front of the little computer, a prisoner of its headache-inducing glowing screen.

It's only because she has literally NOTHING ELSE TO DO that she decides to try her hand at posting something. Maybe if she does, she'll get what all the fuss is about.]

This is seriously the most boring job ever.

[long, awkward silence, then she clicks the feed off.

Nope. Still doesn't get the appeal.]



[ action - Monday night ]
[She's released from the Welcome Center around 11 PM. It's a long walk back to the Beach House, but she doesn't want to make Naga hang around the Welcome Center and be bored and stressed out like she is.

Korra sighs, stretches, and looks up at the moon. On a whim, she decides to head to the park and practice her meditation. It's not like she hasn't been sitting still for FIVE HOURS, but...well, it just feels right. Maybe she'll have an easier time meditating in the quiet of the park while the moon is out.

It's worth a shot, at least.]

Pig much small, but meat be much tender.



(OOC - "SOME PIG" (really a magical porker?), is headed for the dinning table, unless....)

[VOICE]

So help me, you will finish this round of antibiotics or you will live to regret it. I don't care what the other doctor said-- if the other doctor let his patients jump off a bridge, would you do that too? Besides, it came back. Clearly you weren't "better."

[There's a pause, and someone talking in the background. 'Til she cuts him off.]

Don't you take that tone with me young man.

[That might be a mumbled apology.]

Good. Now, you remember to call, all right? I don't want to be waiting up all night worrying about you.

You'll give me gray hairs, I swear.