April Catch-All

[itstillhurt]

Who: Azula and You
Which: Open Log (+ Various Interactive Dreams)
Where: Multiple locations
What: Azula is up to things and most of them are probably bad ideas.
Warnings: Inevitable themes of all the stuff Azula's backstory has going on- child abuse, warfare, genocide, et cetera.

(Prompts will go below. The open prompts are, well, open, but if you'd like a closed prompt feel free to request one below, hit up my plotting post, or otherwise get in touch!)

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[morsecodes]

A magical mop, actually. [And why couldn't the mop do what he couldn't? Really, what it boiled down to was the time it would free up towards more tinkering.]

It's not the manual labor part that's too much, it's the time it takes! Imagine what I could make in all that time! We set sail on my ship in like two weeks and I have so much to get done still!

[then why were you chasing a magic mop instead of working, Valdez? Good question.]

[itstillhurt]

[His ship? Set sail?

Wait...]

Ahhh, you must be the master nautical engineer I had that charmingly semi-intelligible conversation with on the journals.

[A smirk.]

Well, I suppose that at least puts your unorthodox approach to cleanliness into perspective.

[She doesn't say that like it's a compliment.]

[morsecodes]

--- Oh? Did we talk on there? [listen there were so many people that replied, and he can barely read properly, so it's all a blur.]

But yeah! My ship's almost done, and it's just as awesome and badass as before! But imagine how much more badass I could make it if I didn't have to clean up my mess as I went!!

[It's just an obvious answer for efficiency!!]

[itstillhurt]

I suppose you could call that 'talking,' if one were being generous.

[The attitude toward his work does not impress her.]

If you're feeling this unmotivated to clean up after your inventions, it seems to me the least you could do is invent your own automated cleaning process.

[morsecodes]

Yeah, right. Like, what kind of ancient text is this? Let me having texting or facetiming, come on! [her snark goes completely over his head.]

See, that's what I'm trying to do! If I can catch some of these cleaning supplies, I can have a completely automated cleaning system in place! Then I can save my bronze and metals for making the really important stuff!

[itstillhurt]

[She actually knows what those things are, thanks to her time in the city... a fact that only annoys her further.]

You do realize that just using dreamotion, as I suggested, would still be faster than wrangling wayward utensils.