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[candothat]

[This post opens to a view of the lake at twilight--on the lake, rather. The video is unsteady; look away if you're the sort of person who is prone to seasickness. Lakesickness. Whatever the network device is balanced on appears to be moving at a good clip.

Oh, wait. The view changes and--yep, that's a giant wooden swan head. Citizens, there is a motorized swan boat doing warp eight going faster than wooden swan boats are probably supposed to go.]

This is the best curse since everything turned to food!

[Not surprisingly, perhaps, that voice belongs to Chekov. Should anyone else be enjoying a nice swan boat ride on the lake... well, be careful. This particular swan's steering system might not be working at optimum levels.]

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[anatural]

NOPE! WOAAAH!

[Her boat abruptly changes course and charges towards Chekov's boat.]

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[candothat]

[Oh. Uh oh. He tries to make his own boat veer left to avoid Korra's, but it chooses to speed in the opposite direction... towards the other boat.]

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[anatural]

[Korra pulls at every lever she can get her hands on, but nothing will deter this swan from its chosen course of attack. She doesn't know physics, but she can tell that this isn't going to end well.

It takes her just a split second to make her decision. She dives off the ship.]

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[candothat]

[Chekov gives up on levers and starts pulling the controls apart... but not for very long. Once Korra abandons ship (swan?), he decides that it would be wise to do likewise. After he tries--no, probably now would be good.

He watches the swanboats collide from the relative safety of the very cold water. It's rather impressive how much fire there is, but it is the City.

Hopefully Korra was clear.]

Korra?

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[anatural]

[She's well clear of the explosion, treading in the water.]

You okay, Chekov?

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[candothat]

Yes!

[If flailing just enough to stay afloat is okay, yes. On second thought, Chekov thinks that he ought to admit that swimming is not one of his talents.]

Ah--can you swim well, Korra?

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[anatural]

[Oh, don't worry, she's already noticed. With a wry grin, she quickly swims over and grabs hold of him.]

Looks like you could use some practice.

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[candothat]

[Oh, thank you.]

I could, or I could keep friends who know how to swim.

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[anatural]

I might not be around next time you fall in a puddle.

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[candothat]

You're right. I may need to invest in lessons.

But, for now, we should get out of the water. Please.

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[anatural]

Or I could teach you now.

[There's a secondary explosion, and a piece of debris narrowly misses them.]

...getting out of the water would be good.

[Swim swim swim!]

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[candothat]

[For a moment, Chekov actually believes that Korra's going to let him flounder. Thank whoever for inexplicably explosive swanboats.]

Maybe when there is less of a risk of hypothermia. [beat] Or severe burns.

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[anatural]

Oh come on. Water's not That cold. [South Pole, baby. What kind of Russian are you?]

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[candothat]

Tell hypothermia that. [The kind that can lose limbs due to a lack of circulation? The kind that doesn't like water?]

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[anatural]

Wuss.

[She pulls up to the shore. Once Chekov is safely deposited, she starts ringing out her clothes. Times like this, it would be really useful to have her waterbending again.]

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[candothat]

Someday, Korra, you will thank me for having some common sense.

[Some, not a lot. Chekov forgoes wringing out his clothes in favor of shaking like a wet dog.]

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[anatural]

Someday, maybe.

[She grins. Today is not that day.]