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1/?

[newcycle]

FROM: korra@cdc.org
TO: mako@cdc.org

Hey, where are you?

2/?

[newcycle]

We had a team building exercise.

Eventually they want us to build bombs.

3/?

[newcycle]

I don't know who they're kidding.

4/?

[newcycle]

Whatever. Today we built igloos.

5/5

[newcycle]

Hey, are you there?

[streetferret]

[Did she just flood his inbox...]

Igloo bombs? I was at Gliese's rover.

[See how we kept that to one text, Korra? SEE?]

[newcycle]

No, just igloos. Why were you at her rover?

[newcycle]

FROM: korra@cdc.org
TO: mako@cdc.org

What's it like back at camp? What are you guys doing?

[streetferret]

Fireb
rover

shai

[It's so hard to text one one handed.]

[newcycle]

... It's okay. I'll wait.

[streetferret]

[It's a couple of minutes later thanks to alternating between texting and bending.]

Shai are attacking and I almost got run over by the rover. Still fighting them. Vomit everywhere.

Action!

[batinage]

[So. Mako.

Guess he has some cool fire powers. Like legit powers. Not just fire machines. Not bad. She could understand why Dagger might want some information on him. But still he was just a kid. Hypocritical in the face of what age she started fighting crime, but still.

She decided to approach him. Just as Steph, not Batgirl. Waving, she approaches.]

Mako, right? Can we talk?

[streetferret]

[Faces are slowly getting familiar, and it's mostly just faces since Mako never goes out of his way to talk to anyone unless he's pretty much ordered to. So he's surprised when a girl calls out his name.]

Uh. [He's always like this when pretty girls his age decide to talk to him for some reason or another.] Yeah?

[Cough.]

I mean, yeah. Yeah, sure. Who are you?

[batinage]

Stephanie.

Stephanie Brown. Red team.

[She offers up her hand with a little grin on her face. It's a little taut. She knows this is really awkward.]

[streetferret]

Oh, um. Nice to meet you. [He takes her hand for a shake and compounds the awkward simply by being himself.] I'm Mako.

[Beat.]

But you knew that. Sorry. I'm on the Blue Team. [Which she probably already knows if she knew his name, but that doesn't even hit him until the words are out of his mouth.]

early day 19

[fossils]

FROM: rogers.steve@cdc.org

Ever get to figuring out your rifle?

[streetferret]

FROM: mako@cdc.org

I figured out which end to not point at myself.

[fossils]

FROM: rogers.steve@cdc.org

Not a bad start. Still interested in figuring out the rest?

[streetferret]

FROM: mako@cdc.org

Sure, I think I could use some tips.

[Like all of them. And he might be getting ahead of himself since he doesn't even know how to use it properly, but:]

FROM: mako@cdc.org

I still have ammo from the last drop for target practice.

[oxbridgethegap]

FROM: xavier.charles@cdc.org

I met Korra earlier. You never mentioned you had friends from home here.

[streetferret]

FROM: mako@cdc.org

Right. Korra.

[Yeeeah, he probably should have typed more than that.]

FROM: mako@cdc.org

Sorry. She's good, you can count on her. What did she tell you?

[oxbridgethegap]

[Right, that wasn’t…awkward at all, Mako. Charles wonders at the odd response before shrugging it off. If there’s an issue between the two of them, it isn’t his problem yet.]

FROM: xavier.charles@cdc.org
She said the same about you. That I could count on you.

[Innnn a way.]

BACKDATED TO DAY 19

[newcycle]

FROM: korra@cdc.org
Hey... Do you have a minute?

[streetferret]

FROM: mako@cdc.org

Sure, we're taking a break. What's up?

[newcycle]

Where are you? Are you on a mission with blue team? You guys aren't going far, are you?