To answer Loken's question about the previous chapter's AN: authright/libleft discourse is between the quadrant of most social circles I am part of (online, at college, etc) and the quadrant that holds power today (the establishment). I see AR and LL pitted against each other so often that I would rather explore the more unusual libright/authleft dynamic, hence why there's so much Zuko and Katara and not much Sokka and Azula (and also because people keep asking me to write Zutara).
And now, as requested by guest:
"Can you fuckwits all hear me?" Toph asked her metalbending class.
She received a chorus of "yeah"s and one ding signifying that some absolute buffoon had opted to type their response.
"Okay, you know I can't see the chat. Use your damn microphone!"
"Sorry, Sifu Toph," came the sad reply.
"All right. As you know, now that we're all quarantined, there's not much feedback I can give you. So we're gonna have to find a different way to gauge your progress," she explained.
A loud crashing sound from the computer. "Oh my God! I just metalbended an entire wall down!" a student bragged. "Can the chat back me up? You all saw that, right? It totally happened."
"Don't think you can fool me, bonehead," Toph groaned. "I don't have to be standing right in front of you to tell that you're lying! Let me demonstrate how to really metalbend an entire wall down!"
"You're not on camera!" "You're not on screen!" "We can't see you!" came flood of protests. Their voices all blurred together and distorted, then the audio cut out entirely.
"Sokka!" she yelled. "The internet stopped working! Get over here and fix it!" When nothing happened, she muttered to herself, "Fuck. Is he out trying to convince people that the pandemic is a hoax perpetuated by communists again? Or is it the Foggy Swamp Tribe Occupied Government that he thinks is behind it? Sokka! I know you spend all day on 4chan! Help me with this shit-eating computer!" She punched the desk in frustration.
The connection phased back in. "Hello? Can you hear us?" a student asked.
"You know what, forget it. Classes are canceled until this shit blows over. Keep practicing on your own," Toph said. She fumbled around for the power button, and once the computer was off, she was greeted by sweet, beautiful silence. Maybe things were better this way.