Can we pretend the airplanes in the sky

[actually112]

Who| Aang and YOU
What| Aang found a lot of looseleaf paper in the bookstore from people destroying biographies. He's turning it all into paper airplanes and letting them fly.
Where| Throughout the arena
When| The first half of week one.
Warnings/Notes| Maybe violence? Will add if more come.

Aang found a lot of pages fluttering on the bookstore floor. Pages he had no way of attaching to faces, sometimes not even names--pages with secrets and sadness and violence and joy. Delicately, uniformly printed, clearly by a master scribe. It's too bad to see them all alone and destroyed.

So he piled them in his backpack, regularly pulling pages out, folding them, and setting them free into the air. They looked a little like young flying airbenders, hidden by gliders too big for their bodies.

He threw them everywhere. On the moving stairs. From the banisters. Into stores. Through the ice rink.

Let the inked papers fly.

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[twelvepercentofaplan]

"Well, I'm twenty-something years out of practice," Quill answers as he steps forward with a shrug, then shoves his hands in his pockets. "Though I never was that good at it in the first place. Teachers kind of frowned on that kind of thing at school, so not much practice got put in." And it just wasn't as fun to do it at home where there wasn't the chance of getting in trouble.

[actually112]

"You did it in lessons too? I thought that was only Air Nomads." The little Air Nomads would sometimes be given folding materials to learn what shapes work best in the wind. It helps with their understanding.

He approaches the man, looking very nonchalant about approaching a far larger person during a death match.

"I can show you how we do it at home. We make the best paper gliders."

[twelvepercentofaplan]

"I don't know anything about any air nomads, but it was something we did in class to avoid doing work and pass the time. And annoy the teachers..." He looks a bit sheepish, 'cause hey, he's supposed to be fighting people but here he is talking to some bald kid about paper airplanes.

"Don't know if that's the best idea with what's going on, though..."

[actually112]

"You don't have Air Nomads where you come from?" (They don't have Air Nomads where Aang comes from either. Not anymore.) "That's okay. We don't really have people like you where I come from, either." And by that, he means people with super pale pink skin, light hair, and round eyes.

He smiles and drops his bag to the ground. "Are you kidding? This is the best time. We need to remember the good things." Aang sits down right there, pulling out a fluttering page of a biography. "Let me show you how to do it! We actually had to learn how to make good gliders when I was little."

[twelvepercentofaplan]

"Not on Earth that I know of, but I wasn't exactly well-versed in all it had to offer," Quill explains, and takes the comment about 'people like you' fairly well. Kind of a common thing when you're cruising around the galaxy.

Quill's eyes widen a bit as the kid just plunks down like that, then he stoops down and speaks in a hushed, but stern tone. "Hey, I'm all for not forgetting nice stuff, but not so much for making a big target of myself like a dumbass!"

[actually112]

"Haven't you noticed? Not a lot of fighting is going on. Besides, it's easier for me to tell when someone's coming when the air can circulate."

He gracefully gets back to his feet, though. "But if you want to go into a store, the clothing one has a lot of places to hide."