foolishwren | 038. Text/Action (forward-dated and/or back-dated (lol what is timelines) to arrival in Goldenrod.

_{[CIVILIZATION. PAVEMENT. RUNNING WATER THAT IS NOT FROM A RIVER. BEDS WITH SHEETS.]

[After finally reaching the edge of the city with Kaito, one way or another, Heather's obtained one of those much-sought-after hotel rooms after a long day of worn-out job-hunting, which she apparently set off to do the moment she got into town. You can't say she's not dedicated. It took awhile to find a place that would be impressed enough with a bedraggled ex-fugitive traveler (even though she HAD grabbed a quick shower in the Pokemon Center to make herself a little more presentable), but she'd finally found one in the form of a cashier in the department store.]

[Work started sharp the next day, which meant that here and now-- after a good month of roughing it in the wilderness and little to no normal creature comforts, Heather was finally able to wobble into a room that she didn't have to sneak into. You know how good that feels?]

[Answer: REALLY FRIGGING GOOD.]

[Backpack? Tossed on the floor. Vest? Chucked over in the little chair by the window. HEATHER? Flopped onto the bed, just long enough to rattle off a text message containing the words she's been waiting to type for WEEKS.]}

MADE IT TO GOLDENROD, BITCHES

AW YEAH



now I am going to take the longest shower in the history of mankind

and NO ONE CAN STOP ME

are you a bad enough dude to stop me? No. Nobody is. Sorry, it's just the truth.



Be back later

If you wanna contact me and I don't answer, don't panic. It'll be ok

As I said, I am taking the longest shower in the history of ever and I'm not coming out until my fingers are so pruney they look like scary old grandma hands.


OKAY ANYWAY BYE

HOT WATER IS CALLING AND ONLY I CAN ANSWER IT.

_{[Five minutes later]}

Oh my god you guys, this place is so fancy, it has LOOFAHS

this is so hardcore

brb scraping off the dirt from my skin with the body of a dead sea creature impaled on a stick, LIKE A MAN

_{[... Looks like someone's excited about being back in business for real.]}

_{[ooc: Action for those in Goldenrod regardless of timeframe-- they can encounter her when she enters the city, while she was waiting around in the Goldenrod Department Store trying to pick up a job, when she staggered into the lobby of the hotel towards the end of the day, OR later that night once she's finished with the SHOWER TO END ALL SHOWERS. She'll be around.]}

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You look it. I bet Liquid wasn't cooking for you. [Takes out a cigarette, placing it in his mouth- but he doesn't light it.]

No... Otacon was.

_{[What followed was a sort of... long, sustained wince.]}

Has he always NOT been able to cook?

[winces a bit as well. Snake rubs the back of his head, looking a little awkward.]

I imagine he survived off of instant noodles and delivery. At least, before we met... Then there was more of that.

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Yeeeaaaah. It shows.

_{[She plucked at the hem of the shirt she was wearing.]}

Charred grilled-cheese sandwiches. Charred-cheese sandwiches, if you will. That's mainly what we were living off of out there.

Hhnn... [Winces, though more for Otacon's sake. That must have been a blow to his feminine side.]

Well, I guess it's either that or Sunny's cooking... [ Not really sure which he'd want, really. ] At any rate, what do you want to eat? Keep in mind, I'm not bursting with cash.

_{[Yeah, he'd felt pretty bad about it after awhile, especially considering Heather had been somewhat merciless with her mockery.]}

I'd be happy eating from a hot dog stand at this point-- m'not too picky.

... I'll pay y'back, too. _{[She wasn't ashamed of taking favors, but she'd been taking a lot of them lately and her self-confidence was suffering a little for it.]}

[ You get a smirk, Heather. ]

I'll hold you to that, kid.

You won't be disappointed!

_{[She straightened up, sticking her thumbs under imaginary suspenders, all classily.]}

I got a job and everything!

_{[Not that cashiering in the Department Store was the most ... glamorous thing ever, but hey, money was money and Heather wasn't picky about work.]}

You sound like a real teenager now. [mock mock mock. |3a]

What'd I sound like before? _{[She can handle mocking, no sweat.]}

Me. [Folds his arms.]

_{[BLINK. The weight of that is not lost on her-- though it's not something she expected to hear.]

[She just grins and shrugs, though.]}

WELLP, what can I say.

Scrub off all the dirt and underneath it somewhere, there's still your average punk teen. Who'da thunk.

Having some dirt's not that bad.

Nah, but I'd rather be clean if I can help it!

_{[Rough-and-tumble as she was, there was nothing that felt better than a shower at the end of the day. Even if she was a particularly unsqueamish brand of one, she WAS still a teenage girl.]}

Anyway, if we're gonna go anywhere, you prooobably wanna wear something other than a bathrobe.

[ Looks down at himself and frowns a bit. ] Hnn. And I was comfortable, too.

Too bad!

All right. I'll change. You better be ready to go when I am.

I'll be so ready, the world won't be ready for me.

.... And by that I mean all I have to do is put some shoes on.

[ALREADY GONE, HEATHER. ALREADY GONE.]

_{[Then you bet she's putting on the hell out of those shoes!]}

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