Heather Mason
23 December 2011 @ 02:55 pm
with pure heart as yet unrefined,
Makes us laugh with his feeble lip-smacking,
But still we all know he shall never grow old
And knows not how much he is lacking.

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Heather Mason
31 May 2017 @ 12:36 am


THE JOURNEY CONTINUES...

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Heather Mason
30 May 2017 @ 01:22 am
Call... me.... ANIMAL...!
HEATHER MASON | HARPY
1st changefeathers begin to grow in, senses sharpen | 8/29
2nd changeirises enlargen, skin on arms/legs blackens, talons grow | 9/12
3rd changewings erupt, fog form is assumed | 10/27
coinscurrent: 66 | spent: 140

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I'm feeling: hungry
 
 
Heather Mason
07 June 2016 @ 02:02 am


ffzzbrrttzzckssshhhh

"Yo, it's Heather. I'm probably asleep or one of the Pokemon ate my 'Gear or something so I can't answer you right now. But feel free to leave a message or something.
I'll probably get back to you. ... Probably. Peace out."


Click!




[Need to send Heather a private message, or start up any other thread that doesn't need a log or post of its own? Tag here with the date of the interaction in the subject line!]

[(NOTE: The old contact post containing all threads from Route 29 can be found here!)]
 
 
Heather Mason
[She'd been lucky enough to be spared the effects of the past three weeks. BUT SHE'S NOT SO LUCKY THIS TIME.]

[The video opens on her already walking hurriedly down a surburban Goldenrod street towards the downtown area. IF SHE JUST KEEPS MOVING, MAYBE SHE WON'T HAVE TO TALK TO ANYBODY ELSE TODAY.]

[But just in case, she's hoping she can stave off karma catching up with her by making a quick confession to the network.]


HEY.

So anyone who was here like a year ago and wondered about the weird black eye I had that one time?

I lied.

I didn't get it in a fight with a dude 'the size of Kentucky' like I claimed.

Actually, I just walked into a glass door because I was thinking about how much I wanted a Pumpka-spice latte from Sawsbucks and I was too embarrassed to tell anybody.

[The camera then turns abruptly to the sky.]

THERE! You happy, weird Pokemon gods? I said something embarrassing! Now leave me alone!

[The video ends.]

[Spoiler alert: she is not going to be left alone.]




[ooc: For action threads, feel free to tag in with your character ANYWHERE AROUND THE CITY.]
 
 
Yo, this is where I'm at: Anywhere in Goldenrod City
 
 
Heather Mason
20 December 2015 @ 11:00 pm
[There's no particular fanfare or introduction to the video-- it just opens right up on the battlefield of a Gym that anyone who's battled Claire for the final Johto badge before will recognize as Blackthorn's. It's a cavernous space lined with bubbling canals of lava, lighting up the court in fiery orange.]

[Claire stands proudly at the other end, her Gyarados twining sinuously in front of her-- on the other side, well, the trainer isn't visible, but a tiny yellow blot that (upon being zoomed in on, anyway) proves to be a Pikachu with a little chunk of Eviolite on a cord around her neck is standing before it, glaring it down.]

[The battle begins with a bang, with a tidal-wave of water gushing towards the Pikachu and veritable fireworks-show of crackling, branched lightning exploding across the field in reply. And it goes on from there, the meeting of lava and cold water erupting into clouds of steam that obscure the view of it more often than not, the battle turning into a series of dazzling flashes of light, vibrating booms of impact, and the distant cries (low and rumbling from the Gyarados, high and shrill from the Pikachu) of battling Pokemon.]

[It doesn't last long before the Gyarados goes down and the next players come out.]

[Anyone who had responded to the Heather's video about a week back will recognize the next contender as he enters the fray, standing in the smoke and steam with nostrils flared and rudderlike tail ready to swing: it's Godzilla, the workout enthusiast Croconaw.]

[The Kingdra and Dragonite that will follow their fallen compatriot onto the battlefield are both much bigger than he is, but HE HAS SPENT MONTHS PREPARING FOR THIS AND HE IS READY.]

[He doesn't wait for an introduction, either-- just holds out a pudgy webbed hand to accept the high-five that Hazel the Pikachu offers him (she had to jump to reach) as she scampers back to return to her trainer on the sidelines, and then puffs determinedly and charges in to meet his competitor with a frenzy of Crunches and Slashes, leaping and dodging with a surprising amount of agility for something so... well, pear-shaped.]

[This part of the battle is a lot more visible than the first-- Heather and her Pokemon know better than to use water moves against Dragon-types. ... At least for the sake of doing damage.]

[As the defeated Kingdra is drawn back into its Pokeball in a flash of red light, Zilla pauses to wipe sweat from his brow. It's all very dramatic. Battling in a room full of lava really brings out the perspiration!]

[When another flash, this one white, and a bugling cry signal the release of Claire's final fighter, the Croconaw looks over his shoulder, towards the camera. Which then bobs as its holder (or more accurately, the person who the holder is perched on) nods. Then he turns back to the field. He knows just what to do: which is spray a Hydro Pump straight into the nearest lavaflow and create a pillar of steam, which he then dives into as a mighty Dragon Pulse zaps across the arena to leave a small, smoking crater in the spot he'd previously stood. He does this again-- three, four, FIVE more times, leaping from cloud to cloud for cover and bursting out again, further across the field than before.]

[Until finally, with a flash of ice-coated alligator teeth, he leaps for the Dragonite's throat with Ice Fang.]

[It's a critical hit.]

[The pair topples, and an ear-splitting gong ringing out signals the end of the battle. The crowd-- there's always an audience when Claire the Dragonmaster takes on a challenger-- roars and the camera goes shakily sprinting into the arena through the still-wafting steam.]

[There's a soft glow as the Dragonite, like the Gyarados and Kingdra, is withdrawn-- but it doesn't quite fade, even when the other Pokemon is gone...]





[GODZILLA has evolved into FERALIGATR!]
 
 
I'm feeling: determined
Yo, this is where I'm at: Blackthorn City
 
 
Heather Mason
10 December 2015 @ 12:41 pm
[Time for a nice view of the snowy rooftops of Blackthorn!]

[Heather's out on an upper-floor balcony somewhere-- probably a training gym judging by the fact that she's in some kind of dorky jogging suit and wearing a towel over her shoulder rather than her normal getup. Her breath steams in the air in front of her as she rubs her hands together to warm them up.]


HEEEEY, ladies and gents.

So I'm, uh, here getting ready to battle Claire in a few days, and--

[A slightly pudgy, pebbled blue arm pops into the frame from off-camera, tugging insistently at Heather's sleeve.]

--I know, relax, dude. I'm gettin' to it.

Yeah, so we're pretty worn out, but uh... if anyone's got any tips on beating Dragon-types, feel free to lay 'em on me. Already know about the Ice weakness, so don't worry, we got that covered.

[There's a honky croak, and then her Croconaw's face shoves in from the right, chuffing impatiently and anxiously all at once. Heather leans away, planting a hand on his nose to stop it from knocking the 'Gear right over.]

OKAY, okay!

Sheesh!

So Zilla here filmed some of our workout and wants-- I don't know, what do you want? Advice? Okay. Advice. So I'm gonna attach the video here, and like... I dunno, let him know how he's doing? He's kinda worried that he's not ready to take Claire on, but he's been training, like, super hard, so I personally think he's gonna be fine-- [Godzilla lets out another indignant honk and nearly bowls Heather over in an attempt to cover her mouth-- somehow despite being a coldblooded reptile, he seems to be blushing furiously.]

[Heather leans away again, laughing.]


OKAY! Holy shit, dude, I'm not trying to embarrass you, I'm just bein' honest!

ANYWAY.

Just, if anybody wants to watch the video and reassure this bonehead that he's doing fine, go for it. Save me from the endless late nights spent with him shoving battle tutorials from StarYoutube in my face.

[VIDEO ATTACHED: zillatrainingmontage.wmv]
[AUDIO ATTACHED: eyeofthepyroar.mp3]




 
 
I'm feeling: determined
Yo, this is where I'm at: Blackthorn City
Currently jammin' to: Eye of the Pyroar (Endurer)
 
 
Heather Mason
27 October 2015 @ 02:13 am
[The camera comes on.]

[There is a very fluffy-looking Heather Mason, along with a small army of Fire-types (Cujo the Growlithe, along with Carousel the Rapidash and two enormous Houndooms) + one Pikachu.]

[She is wearing a pair of sunglasses.]

[So is one of the Houndooms.]

[She looks dead into the camera and speaks.]


I'm gonna melt Ice Path.

[And the feed ends.]




[20 MINUTES LATER]


[... Or not.]

[The camera is on again, showing a very concerned electric rodent. Hazel the Pikachu gnaws on her lip slightly as she focuses the video, then turns it to show the so-called Ice Path melter a short distance down the snowy mountain path.]







[Apparently instincts are a thing.]
 
 
Yo, this is where I'm at: Route 44
I'm feeling: energetic
 
 
Heather Mason
26 September 2015 @ 10:10 pm
[There's a split second shot of a cup of coffee and some blurry cherry pie before the view jerks upwards to settle on the filmer's face.]

SO.

Let's talk Gym Leaders.

[Heather looks a little tired and haggard around the edges from her seat in an old-fashioned Mahogany diner booth, next to a Pikachu that's busily nibbling on a plate of shortbread biscuits, but not so much that it eats into her intensity on camera. THE TIME HAS COME TO SEEK WISDOM FROM THE MASSES.]

I'm gonna be taking Pryce on soon, so if anyone's fought him before or knows anything juicy about his strategies, gimme the scoop. I already know about the ice-covered floor, but he looks like a sneaky motherfucker.

Anyone know if that old geezer's got any other tricks up his sleeve?
 
 
I'm feeling: working
Yo, this is where I'm at: Mahogany Town
 
 
Heather Mason
WELLP.

This camping trip sure couldn't have gone any worse.

[The camera is just... literally slowly panning around to show the thick blanket of snow ALL AROUND what had once been a quite sunny little meadow overlooking the base of the Mortar mountain range.]

We have literally been snowed in for like.

A week.

Look at this shit. Look at it. Did we ask for this? No.

[Heaving a sigh, Heather kicks some of it.]

At least it's probably gonna melt quickly. Um, anyway, this is just an update for... whoever cares, I guess? [Mostly letting the people back home know that none of them had DIED.] We're here, we're alive, we're probably gonna fuckin' BOOK IT from town to town from this point on so that we never have to camp again, and-- oh yeah.

My egg from Christmas finally hatched.

Scarlet loves him.

 
 
Yo, this is where I'm at: East of Ecruteak
I'm feeling: lethargic
 
 
Heather Mason
[What a lovely morning!]

[It's the crack of dawn, the Pidgeys are twittering, sprinklers next door are turning on and occasionally shooting water over the fence and into the pool, making the two Sharpedo living back there swim around in mingled excitement and panic. What a time to be alive.]






[Wait a minute.]





[God dammit.]



[ooc: This is a bit of a catch-all, feel free to assume your character is running into Heather ANY TIME, ANYWHERE. They don't have to respond specifically to the Sewer Fairy, although she will be following Heather around and popping up in inopportune places.]
 
 
I'm feeling: annoyed
 
 
Heather Mason
28 November 2014 @ 12:46 am
[It's begun.]

[THAT TIME OF YEAR.]

[No, not the time of year when the Christmas decorations start going up in stores-- let's be real, guys, that happened like two months ago.]

[No.]

[It's that time of year when the boundaries between worlds grow thin and all kinds of wild and wonderful things come pouring out of thin air onto the streets for all to watch and enjoy.]

[... And then on the other end of the spectrum, there's...]



WHOA! HEY, EVERYBODY, LOOK! MORE NEW POKEMON!!!

[The shout of an excited Ace Trainer dudebro who never quite got off the September Swarm hype train rings out over the chaos as a small army of... uh... things come bumbling down the sidewalk, ineffectively squawking and bumping into peoples' legs.]

OH! Oh, they're ADORABLE! LOOK! I'm keeping one RIGHT NOW!

[A Poke-Fan sweeps one off of its tiny nub feet and cradles it like an infant while it flops and kicks.]

[A crowd soon forms.]

[No one pays any attention to the trainer hopping up and down at the edge, waving her arms.]




Guys-- GUYS!! STOP!

THOSE AREN'T-- THOSE AREN'T POKEMON, YOU GUYS.

DON'T TRY TO CA-- unbelievable.
 
 
Yo, this is where I'm at: ANYWHERE
I'm feeling: distressed
 
 
Heather Mason
[VIDEO]


[The screen is fuzzy at first. It's a little hard to tell just what it IS, but- oh it's the floor. The camera's lying on its side. A chair is on its side, too, along with some other scattered objects. A broken plate is one of them. It's hard to tell how much damage was done, but everything looks pretty shaken up after that big quake.]

Gilly? GIIIILLYYYYYY!

[Heather's somewhat-distorted voice comes from offscreen, and then a pair of sideways boots appears.]

SCARLET?

[They turn towards the camera-- and then approach. Heather bends down and picks the 'Gear up, dusting it off as the view arrives shakily on her face.]

Oh hey-- I was wondering where this went.

That was-- holy shit, that was intense.

Everybody okay out there?

[She moves as she talks, gesturing over her shoulder at the room-- for the past few weeks, she's been in Goldenrod, staying Envy, Greed and Lust in their house along with Henry. It's the first time she's BEEN in a house in.... a really long time, actually.]

[It's pretty nice.]

[But what isn't nice is...]


I'm looking for-- like, all my Pokemon are present and accounted for except for three and they're the new babies. The swarm ones who showed up last month. I've been lookin' everywhere for them and-- what?

[She looks over her shoulder in response to a muffled shout from somewhere else in the house.]

Really?

I'll-- hang on, I'll be right there.

[She shuts the 'Gear and the feed ends.]



[ACTION, ABOUT HALF AN HOUR LATER]


[There's tons of swarm Pokemon migrating to WHERE?!]

[After finding twin sets of pawprints outside along the earth that WASN'T jittered around too badly by the earthquake, it's fairly obvious where her missing Pokemon went.]

[Among the general chaos that is the inside of Shark House, Heather can be found hurriedly packing her bag, stuffing clothes and food into it.]
 
 
I'm feeling: restless
Yo, this is where I'm at: Goldenrod City
 
 
Heather Mason
26 July 2014 @ 12:18 pm
WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, ROADKILL ROOSTER.


FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 007.14.007.17


*** ROADKILL ROOSTER has joined 007.14.007.17

<ASSMUNCH45> wat up gurl!!!!!!!!!!!
<BANNED USER> SCREENED MESSAGE. UNSCREEN? Y/N -- B& MOTHAFUCKA
<CREATURECOMFORTS> Are YOU interested in not having to worry about basic needs? Have we got the job for YOU. Click to read more...
<SHOVEL_GUY> hey heather are you getting weird ads for going to live with rich people too??
 
 
Heather Mason
17 July 2014 @ 05:51 am
OOC INFORMATION
Name: Kit
Contact:
AIM: Phantastus
Plurk: Phantastus
DW: [personal profile] phantastus
Other Characters: N/A

I'm an unknown species, with a heart to mold. Oh please tell me what I am, can't you see I'm getting old? )
 
 
I'm feeling: anxious
 
 
Heather Mason
16 July 2014 @ 02:18 pm
[There is no text.]

[Only this image is posted to the network.]


 
 
Yo, this is where I'm at: Lake of Rage
I'm feeling: aggravated
 
 
Heather Mason
09 July 2014 @ 08:50 pm
[It's been a few weeks since Heather's terse text post regarding her father-- hardly the longest period of time she's gone in between network posts, but she certainly hasn't been overly talkative.]

[When the video comes on though, it's partially obscured by a fuzzy blue blob-- the 'Gear has been placed on a clothes rack, pointed to view the next aisle over. Specifically, it's showing the back of a shaggy brown head. Henry Townshend, taciturn photography and unsuspecting victim, is slowly picking his way through a rack of swim trunks.]

[Amid the jangling of clothes-hangers, something appears in the corner of the screen.]

[That something is a pair of hands, and between them-- stretched like a rubber band-- is a Speedo.]

[There is a pregnant pause, probably for the sake of letting the network audience take it all in.]








[Then the hands let it fly.]


[Henry lets out a howl and claps a hand to his head as the speedo bounces off of it with a rubbery twang.]



HEATHER!!


[The camera jostles and the feed ends.]
 
 
I'm feeling: mischievous
 
 
Heather Mason
08 June 2014 @ 03:36 pm
[TEXT-- PUBLIC]


General announcement here


I don't really know what kinds of contacts Dad kept here but for anyone who knew him, Harry Mason is gone. His stuff was mostly left to me and one other person so I guess that's really all there is to say about it.

Later.

-Heather



[ACTION-- MAHOGANY TOWN]



[Heather's always mostly let her Pokemon run free-- or at least the more reliable ones-- when the gang is bunkered down at a hotel somewhere. After all, not everybody gets to come along when they're between cities, so time spent outside of the box by default takes place mostly within walking distance of a Pokemon Center.]

[Today there can be a small cluster of Pokemon seen by the entrance of the Mahogany Inn. A Manectric, unusually subdued for anyone who knows her, gently licking the head of a Pikachu. The electric mouse has a slightly crumpled sheet of paper in her paws, and behind her, a Noctowl shelters a small, rotund Hoothoot with one wing while peering over the Pikachu's shoulder.]

[While it's little more than coos and soft canine whuffles to most ears, any Pokemon or person with a sensitive ear can probably pick up the quiet muttering coming from the group.]


It's okay, Hazel. My trainer went away too but New Trainer always takes good care of me. She even shares her lunches.

I-I know...

Just think though, now we can play all the time. I know we're sad, but that will be fun, right?

Now is not the time to be talking about playing, Tricia. Have some tact.


Okay, okay...


W-... where is Mr. Trainer's daughter, a-anyway? She just left after seeing the letter...

Up on the roof. Sunny is with her, so she will be fine... Probably. Come, we should go collect the others. She... will come down when she's ready.






[Tricia the Manectric, Hazel the Pikachu, Claudy the Noctowl]
 
 
I'm feeling: sad
Yo, this is where I'm at: Mahogany Town
 
 
Heather Mason


.... Yeah.

Yeah, you're in the complete wrong region.

Mount Moon's in Kanto.

[Heather huffs out a sigh and takes hold of Cujo's mane as the wayward Grey and his weird spacedog head back to their spaceship, which had landed conveniently on top of one of the Pokemon Centers, barely even remarkable in the middle of all the other chaos that's happening.]

Man, at this point, the only thing that could surprise me on weekends like this are things staying normal.
 
 
Yo, this is where I'm at: Anywhere
I'm feeling: apathetic
 
 
Heather Mason
23 April 2014 @ 06:48 pm


[The Noctowl's exasperation and general disapproval pretty much radiates off the screen.]

[It's a nice day in one of the small parks that are scattered on the outskirts of Mahogany (before it turns into forested, mountainous terrain, anyway), and this video broadcast from the 'Gear of one Heather Mason is showing a pair of Murkrow out to corrupt an innocent young Eevee. ... Or, you know, they just want to play and Claudy is living up to her reputation by being an old bag and not letting them. Could be either. Or both.]

[There's a lot of bright glinting going on, though-- which can be attributed to the shimmery pink Murkrow next to Wren. She's a newer addition to the team, apparently.]

[And the inter-generational bird drama unfolding on the screen seems to be a backdrop to why Heater's really filming, given that her voice cuts in with a question entirely unrelated to what's going on.]


So hey guys, been awhile since I posted anything, n'I've been feeling kinda sappy and nostalgic and crap.

I know there aren't too many people around anymore who got here when I did, but pretty sure unless you got here last week, we've all had at least one person go poof on us.

So, uh, let's have this be a thing where you tell me something about someone you knew who isn't here anymore. Bonus points for funny. Or you could like... I dunno. Talk about a Pokemon they left you or something.

[The camera lingers briefly over the pink Murkrow, who is happily chattering away at the Noctowl, oblivious to the fact that she's being filmed. ... Maybe the request isn't so unrelated, after all.]
 
 
Yo, this is where I'm at: Mahogany Town
I'm feeling: nostalgic
 
 
Heather Mason
25 December 2013 @ 04:13 pm
[It's Christmas morning, either before or after the presumed present-opening-- late enough for the sun to be that warm yellow glow as it comes through the windows.]

[The video comes on as the 'Gear is set down on a shiny counter top, and then there's a clunk as a big tall glass of some Christmasy nutmeg-dusted drink is set down in front of it. It's followed by Heather.]


If anyone ever told me I'd be getting up early to train on Christmas morning, I'd be like pffffpchcpt.

... But damn if I don't feel pumped as hell.

[She scoots to the side a little bit and beckons to someone offscreen.]

Hey, c'mon, get in the shot! Don't be shy.

[After a little more coaxing, the one she's talking to scoots into view and shyly waves a big red punching glove. It's a Hitmonchan with mostly-shut, squinting eyes and a rather lumpy head.]

Junior here's been helping me out ever since he evolved. We're just grabbing something before we head back to the hotel.

... [She pauses and leans over to glance at a SECOND glass, which is sitting in front of the Pokemon.]

... I hope Pokemon can have this stuff without getting sick.

[Because she hadn't exactly asked before getting two. :I]

... Well, the Pokemon Center's right next door.

[She lifts the glass, and the Hitmonchan does the same.]

Cheers!

[It seems like a wrap, and she even reaches over to turn the 'Gear off... but then:]


[CRASH THUMPPA-THUD BOOM]

[There are several screams and the tinkle of breaking glass as a flying Stantler comes smashing through the restaurant like a juggernaut]








.... Well that just happened.
 
 
I'm feeling: chipper
Yo, this is where I'm at: Mahogany Town