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[ There is a girl in the village plaza who looks rather out of sorts as she sits on the ground, legs out to her sides, in a random sort of spot. She is kind of blank-faced as she stares at the other passers-by, with only a hint of confusion in her brow to betray how she's feeling.

Though it might be hard to see her face clearly under that short cape she's got on. It's black, with silver tassels. And though she's trying to watch what's going on around her, at the same time, it's like she wants to hide. But then, why isn't she moving away?

Maybe it has something to do with the carton of eggs on the ground next to her.

Though it probably has something to do with the fact that she now has white wings for arms. Can't really pick up a carton of eggs when you don't have hands, can you?

So the strange hooded girl with the feathered arms, at a loss, will just sit there for a while trying to figure out what to do.

God help you if you step on her eggs, though.

"'Poor little ugly duckling!" she would say. 'Why are you so different from the others?' And the ugly duckling felt worse than ever. He secretly wept at night. He felt nobody wanted him.

'Nobody loves me, they all tease me! Why am I different from my brothers?'" ]

(ooc; The Ugly Duckling, everybody. And yes, the pic is just a reference -- her feathers are actually white, not brown, and she's not wearing any other pieces of that costume. Cape, bird arms, and then her normal clothing beneath.)

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[markofthewise]

[He holds up his pie between them. There's no fork and no knife. He's Little Jack Horner and all he knees to eat pie is his thumb. Fortunately it's warm, but not hot to the touch.]

Well... here, help yourself.

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[ ...

She holds up her birdlike arms. Look, ma, no hands. :( ]

[markofthewise]

... oh, right. That could be a problem.

[Scooping it up in his hand to offer it to her would be incredibly weird and he wouldn't do that to her. But apparently Jack would, because Sokka does just that.]

[fourteen]

[ ...

She looks up at him, then at his hand, then up at him, then at his hand. She does this slowly, considering.

It may say something for her state of mind that she accepts it anyway. Or, rather, she uses the very end of a wingtip to dip into the pie offered, then licks. Hey, they're basically her hands now, right? She'll wash her feathers off in the fountain.

... surprisingly: ]

It's pretty good. ... you know, considering.

[markofthewise]

[That's actually pretty weird. But probably better than her eating right out of his hand. Probably.]

Well we've got a good baker.

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Yeah, we do. [ ... she does it again, somewhat thoughtfully. ]

I wonder how I'm going to eat this week. I can't keep using my feathers. [ She makes a thoughtful noise. For whatever reason, she doesn't seem too upset at the idea that she won't be able to eat very well for a week. ]

[markofthewise]

[That does seem unfortunate. He's also not figured out how this experiment works either.]

I guess you can get someone to feed you?

[fourteen]

[ ... now she frowns, a tiny thing. ] Maybe... I guess I won't really have a choice, huh. [ She considers him for a moment. ] You seem pretty normal to me, though. [ .. aside from the whole pie thing, but that's not THAT strange. At least, not bird-arms strange. ]

[markofthewise]

[Well his clothes are weird too, but...] I guess I'm not affected. Besides getting the new outfit. [Shrug.] Maybe we could attach a fork to your wing.

[fourteen]

[ ... she blinks. ] Your clothes ... [ And she shakes her head. ] They are different. I didn't even notice. This is a weird experiment. [ And she blinks again. ] What, like ... tie it on? [ Giving him an odd look. ]

[markofthewise]

[Very weird. But he nods at her question.]

Exactly. Nice and tight. Of course it might get a little dirty that way, but...

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[ ... she pulls the corner of her mouth down in an uncertain sort of frown. ] I dunno if that'll work...

[markofthewise]

Maybe not. But it can't hurt to try. It's better than being spoon fed, am I right?

[fourteen]

... that's true ... okay, I'll try it. But I'll need your help... [ Her expression is a question. ]

[markofthewise]

Sure. We'll grab a fork and some string at the store. [Which he'll start walking towards.]

[fourteen]

Wait, Sokka! [ She gets to her feet. ] ... can you carry my eggs? I don't want to leave them here.

[markofthewise]

Eggs? [He glances down at them and frowns.]

Why do you need eggs?

[fourteen]

I dunno! They're just important. Please?

[markofthewise]

Fiiine, okay. [Picking them up now, jeez.]

I hope you're not planning to go sit on these and hatch them.

[fourteen]

N-No! I'd break them! ... I just want to keep them safe. [ Fidget. ] Come on, let's go.

[markofthewise]

[Whatever you say duck girl. He totes the eggs over to the general store. Once inside, he'll set them on a shelf to find a fork and string.]

You won't be able to cook those eggs like this, you know.

[fourteen]

[ HORRIFIED. ]

I don't want to cook them! That's awful!

[markofthewise]

But... that's what the eggs are for!

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Sokka ... [ She holds up her arms. ] Duckling, remember?

[markofthewise]

But you said you didn't want to- [Argh! Nevermind.] Let me just... find the string.