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Aang >:)

Info! Had a LOT of fun combining Air Nomad outfit elements with a more typical "travel" outfit. Super warm colour palettes of course! Aang is the god of balance, travelers, and hospitality. He's a bit of a free spirit and a lot of the more serious gods find him a bit annoying (Sokka.) People often pray to Aang when they have to go on long journeys, or invoke his name when they need to stop to rest. It's a well-known fact that the god of travelers has a habit of wandering around incognito-- he just does it because he likes interacting with people without being recognized. In doing so, however, he accidentally started to enforce his hospitality domain, as mortals became terrified of accidentally offending him if he were to show up at their door. He loves to follow Sokka around on hunts (he gets to explore dangerous areas)-- Sokka hates when Aang follows him because he almost always ends up losing his catch. Katara and Aang's Justice and Balance domains mean that they often are called upon together by mortals. Katara, to enact a fitting punishment upon perpetrators. And Aang, to provide reparations to victims. It's found to be very fitting that they ended up becoming a couple.

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Okay kiddos, story time because this post about Pete Kegsbreath nixing the military flu shot requirement has me thinking about dying in embarrassing Oregon Trail-ass ways.

A decade ago I went to Dragon*Con with a whole group of fandom friends to cosplay our OCs from a post-apocalyptic cyberpunk setting we'd collectively composed. In order to inject some realistic survival struggle, we attended a panel titled "Surviving the Apocalypse". Bada bing, bada boom. Straight line from interest to topic.

UNFORTUNATELY the panel was entirely made up of lolbertarian preppers whose strategies clashed hard with our group's "AuDHD leftist mutual aid" vibe. Their contention was that you needed to have The Most Guns in order to protect resources. Our contention was that no amount of ammo will alter the necessity of knowing how not to shit where you drink.

Since this was DrunkenDragon*Con and the panel started after 8PM, we were already well lubricated and still passing around a bottle of mead for good measure. Rugged individualist callousness revs my engine at the best of times and as I said, the V8 was lubed up and ready to go. After the panel's answer to the question "How will disabled people fit into a post-apocalyptic community?" was "Lol what?" the brakes failed catastrophically.

Loud enough to be heard across the room, I scrempt

"YOU CAN'T SHOOT DYSENTERY."

@idiopathicsmile immediately stood up, locked arms with me, and power-hustled out of the room before we found out how many of the gun nuts were concealed carrying. We left @thatlowvice and a botany PhD student to make calmer and soberish and arguments re: Do You Know The First Thing About Crop Rotation Once the Canned Food Runs Out.

Smile and I spent the rest of the panel huddled on the mezzanine drinking mead and plotting how to access daily medication in a state of societal collapse. We all made it through the evening with nothing worse than a lingering eyetwitch. But "can't shoot dysentary" has permanently entered our friend lexicon for discussing deregulation, public health, and lack of the common sense Deity gave a potato. We also have a Dragon*Con rule "before you let Kim read someone to filth, identify the nearest exit".

Alysa left the sport because of burn out. Because of what she went through. When she came back, she said that she’d skate to whatever music that she wanted. That she’d be in charge of her training schedule. That she’d be able to take a very active role in choreographing her programs and choosing her costumes. Her entire comeback has been about her taking authority over her career. She is in charge of her own career, as it should be. As it should always be.