Katara had barely even realised the island moved (except that the ocean got a lot warmer), let alone that a whole week had passed.  She'd gone to class.  She thought.  Maybe.  But most of the she'd been on the beach waterbending and training.  Zuko's leaving hurt a lot, but it also brought home the reality that she needed to go back to fight a war too.

But a week of only training - especially with no other bender to fight against anymore - was almost as much as she could take, and Katara finally made her way back to her room, worn out and still missing Zuko too much.

She carefully stepped around the tiny little men thronging through the hallway and stared at the bed she'd hoped to fall asleep in.  Maybe there had been an invasion of bed-burrowing badgermoles?  Or something?  She made her way to it, checking first in the locked drawer to make sure what Zuko had left behind was still there, then started to pull the sheets off her bed and put new, uncreased ones back on.

[OOC: Door/post open]

Katara woke up slowly, her hand almost instantly tightening on Zuko's as she realised that today was the day he was leaving.  Secondary to that realisation was that she wasn't wearing any clothes.  It seemed less important than the first which probably meant they'd done the right thing.  She didn't want to think about it yet, just wanted to enjoy this last time he was going to be here with her.  Waking up meant they'd have to get dressed, and Zuko would have to go so Katara quickly shut her eyes, trying to go back to sleep before she woke him up too.

Katara trudged over the ice, her hood thrown back as she barely even noticed the cold.  "Come on," she called back to Zuko who looked much less comfortable.  "There's got to be some penguins just up here."

[OOC:  For Zuko.  And the penguins.]

Katara was well aware that it was completely silly to still be kinda annoyed that stupid Hades had decided to take over the stupid island on her birthday.  It wasn't like he could have waited or anything? 

She sighed at herself, disgusted that she was thinking that way when people had gotten hurt and there were way worse problems, but maybe it was easier to think about how she was annoyed her birthday was ruined than be upset that Zuko had refused to talk to her since.  Maybe he had just finally managed to leave the island and didn't care about saying good bye.  That was fine.  She didn't care either.  Really.

She curled up on her bed with a book, pretending to read but still just brooding and being annoyed.

[OOC:  Post open, door cracked.]

They'd been silent for ages - ever since the sun came up really, just listening to the waves wash up onto the beach and the sound of each other breathing.   But Katara was quietly happy as she leaned against Zuko, and the idea of moving and making the night finally over seemed just terrible.   Instead she turned her head slightly to look up at him, her hand squeezing his.  "So are we going to have to go sit by a big campfire sometime to make up for this?" she teased.

[For the other person on the beach and one other]

Katara fiddled with her blankets and really, really wished she hadn't asked Dr. Howser to take her shift at the clinic tonight.  She'd kinda thought that Zuko was going to ask her to the dance, but then she hadn't heard anything from him, and it was really, really stupid to kinda sorta count on firebenders.

So she sat on her bed, trying to decide if she was quite brave enough to go to Prom by herself or if she should just go spend the night waterbending and pretending to smack Zuko around.  It was quite the dilemma.

[OOC:  For the date-to-be but also the roomie or whoever else wants to stop by!]

Katara fussed with her hair for a long time before she finally just braided it like normal and threw it over her shoulder.  She had a few hours yet before she had to be at the clinic, but there was nothing at all to do.  Finally she flopped on her bed, grabbing a book and started to read. 

It occupied a few minutes before she got bored again and grabbed a pen and paper.  Traveling with Aang had never been this boring. 

[OOC: Door and post open!]

Katara was Not Thinking about what had happened on Tuesday.  Instead she was waterbending.  That was all.  Just standing knee-deep in the cold water and bending it around her.  It was good sometimes to be Not Thinking.

Katara pulled her knees up towards her as she watched the waves break against the sand.  She'd wanted to go to this Mexico so very much and see a new ocean, but she didn't want to make the clinic short-handed and so stayed in Fandom.  At least she had an ocean here after all, and a bedroom all to herself since Chad and Teddy had gone up to New York for the week.

Her thoughts were with Aang as she watched the horizon, wondering about her best friend and how he was surviving against the Fire Nation.

[For one in particular, but open if people are out here]

Katara curled up on her bed, looking out the window up at the night sky.  She didn't think she could see the eclipse from this angle, but it seemed safer than going outside to look. 

She shivered, her arms hugging her knees to her as she watched, trying not to remember the past two eclipses and their consequences.  Her eyes went to the water skin next to her on the bed, but in a few minutes, the water in there would be worthless to her, completely unusable.  Only for a few minutes though, Tui and La were still circling each other in the spring at the North Pole.  The moon wasn't going away forever.  It wasn't.  Really.

[OOC: Door's open for the waterbender freaked out by the eclipse.]

[Continued from here and merging with here.]

( Katara grimaced with fierce pride as her water attached over Azula's arm )

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Katara got back from class, still not thinking about the lecture.  At all.  Ever.  She didn't feel much like doing anything before her clinic shift tonight and so curled up on her bed, reading a book about the 1919 influenza.  Cheery day, definitely.

[OOC:  Door and post = open]

Almost unconsciously Katara made her way down to the beach - the closest water - after Peter  "talked" her into getting some fresh air.

She wasn't thinking.  She wasn't, she wasn't.  She especially wasn't thinking about earlier.  Or yesterday. 

In fact, she was not thinking so hard, that she didn't notice she was crying again. 

She knelt down on the edge of the water, hearing the waves and unconsciously starting to breathe with them.

[OOC: For two people in specific with Altra being the last]

Katara was working on her article for the paper.  Or she was trying to, but writing in English was hard.  And boring after a while.  So instead she was sitting on the floor of her room, bending the water in her waterskin into pretty ice sculptures.

The door was open.

[OOC: As was the post]

Katara sat on her bed flipping through some of the books she'd gotten from the library to help Cass with her reading.  These were good books.  She should have looked for more of them when she needed to learn.  Either that or figure out how to get those spelling bees that taught Sokka back.  That would be the easiest.

[OOC:  Door - and window! - are open]

Katara didn't live in 312 anymore.  Really.  Pay no attention to all her stuff still here.  She was just visiting.  Her friend. Who totally only used to be the Best Roomie Ever (tm).
   
That was her story and she was sticking to it as she sat cross-legged on her bed, playing with a ball of water in her hand and switching back and forth between wondering why her healing didn't completely heal Zuko's injury and being scowly and furious at the horrible woman who CUT him in the first place. 

The door was open

[OOC: Quite possibly for conspirators (*gasp*) but also open in general!]

After talking to Molly, Katara grabbed her waterskin and a blanket and headed first to the Common Room to get some food and then down out of the dorms to the beach.  She'd noticed the moon getting fuller over the past few nights, and tonight between the moon and Molly's invitation, she was too keyed up to sleep.

She threw her stuff on the beach and jumped into the water, pulling it up around her and starting to play with it.  All forms were thrown out the window, Katara was just playing with her waterbending to see what she could do.

[Open if anyone's out in the middle of the night during a full moon.  No werewolves though.  That bad.]

The full moon was technically last night, but Katara couldn't help coming down to the beach again tonight to bend under its influence.

She waded thigh deep into the waves, having no compunction about getting wet and began playing with flows of water.  Getting caught up, she tried to see how many flows she could manage at once, swirling them into an intricate pattern around her before she lost her concentration and they all splashed down again.  Over and over she played, the number of flows and the intricacy of the patterns increasing until she was turning half the flows into ice as she maneuvered them then letting snow and larger ice crystals fall down around her. 

[OOC: Open for anyone interested in the beach, playing in the water, or just enjoying the moon]