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[Vash woke up early on the morning of the 18th. His birthday. Another year in Luceti and another year older. He was what... 135, 136 now? It's a bit iffy with the way time works in Luceti. He pets the cats for a bit before moving onto his morning training. Once that's done he washes, styles his hair, finishes off breakfast, and opens the journal.]

Heyyyyyyy, Luceti! I know this place can be a bit awful sometimes, but never forget what this world and all worlds are really made of! For you see, this world is really made of--

LOVE AND PEACE! LOVE! AND! PEACE! LOVE! AND! PEACE! LOVE! AND! PEACE!

[As he shouts at the top of his lungs into the journals he also pumps his arms. Fingers spread in a V sign for peace up near his head, then the fingers cross together as he pumps his arm forward. He repeats the motion over and over as he shouts.] LOVE! AND! PEACE! LOVE! AND! PEACE! LOVE! AND! PEACE! LOVE! AND! PEACE! LOVE! AND! PEACE! LOVE! AND! PEACE! LOVE! AND! PEACE! Everybody join in! LOVE! AND! PEACE!

[He couldn't think of a better way to celebrate his birthday then by not focusing on himself, but spreading the idea of love and peace.]

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[Yeah, about that.] I think... the people in your house may be taking this a bit too seriously.

[Yes, yes, he is still checking. For reasons even he cannot fathom.]

You noticed, too, huh?

[Wait, how did he know? Were they that loud? Was it&mdash?]

They're broadcasting the ENTIRE THING!?!?!?

Y-yeah they are. You might want to let them know that.

Or... I could not do that... and just watch the fun from the safety of my room.

[However, it's getting louder and louder from Sokka's own journal.]

On second hand, I'm getting nothing done listening to this.

Just, make sure things end peacefully. That's kinda suppose to be the message.