Journal of Princess Azula

Oh dear. Someone appears to have made off with the gift my father sent me. 

Perhaps I should have posted a warning them about the curse I placed on it.

...I really don't know why some of you think it's so funny to steal from me. It doesn't make you better, just pathetic. 

Oh well. I suppose I'll have to write home for another.

In the meantime, whoever you are: I hope you enjoy boils.

(ooc: Just posting for the sake of getting at least ONE of my characters into this breach. Assume Azula has things nicked from her trunk all the time. No idea why. Never settled on who. IM me if you want to do something with it.)

[It's Azula but...not Azula. Her hair is not bound up in its usual tight, coordinated fashion. There's something immediately off about the body language, only slightly less confident perhaps, but it's more noticeably less rigid. She has the look of someone who has only just begun to calm down after something startled them. Given how other flood-affected people have come about, it can be assumed she's started to get over the initial shock of not being home]

I understand this is to be temporary, so without much explanation, I just want to know one thing, if anyone can answer it for me. [There's some mild hesitation, there, but she bucks up quickly.] ...Has a man named Ozai ever wound up here? As an Inmate, I mean? [It would tell her whether or not he's dead, at least.]

(ooc: So Flood!Azula's father was exiled instead of her mother. The result is someone less Inmate worthy and more well on her way to becoming one if somebody doesn't nip that in the bud.)