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_{[Things have been oddly silent on Heather's end of the line over the past day or so. She hasn't been responding much to other transmissions, or even to private messages. Right after all that chaos, too-- you'd think that given she WORKED at the Goldenrod Department Store, she'd be on the network constantly with all kinds of 'This is CRAZY, you guys'-style transmissions about Evil Bitch-Supervisor of Death bullying all the Officer Jennies for not stopping the robbery or how there was a soda machine with a fist-shaped hole clean through it or something. But no-- nothing.]

[And her friends at the hotel may have noticed that she didn't wind up coming back to her room that night.]

[When the feed does come on, it's a little more obvious as to why.]}

_{[What? Heather in a POKEMON CENTER? Could she be...? ... Nah. She's obviously not in there for herself, although both of her arms are heavily bandaged and a few nasty-looking, angry red scratches are peeking over the edge of the gauze.]

[But she's sitting hunched on the floor by one of the recovery-ward beds for Pokemon, her vest lying in cushioning pile behind her and a battered-looking Cujo asleep by her side. She looks tired... even more tired than she's been otherwise, lately, which was saying something. And judging by the way she kept glancing up at the Pokeballs encased in the incubatory healing device sitting gently on the cot next to where she's sitting, her Pokemon are the real reason she's in here.]

[The camera shakes, then bobbles a little closer, and Heather finally notices. She turns her head to the camera, frowning at first, but then a wry, half-amused smile quirks her mouth slightly.]}

Was wondering where you were, y'little weirdo.

_{[She leans over and reaches out, grabbing the camera and tugging it with some difficulty away from whatever's holding it]}

You must be worried if you're not chewing on it... the other guys are fine. Relax.

_{[The mystery-filmer is revealed as the fat little Totodile toddles over and tries to wedge itself into Heather's lap. She rolls her eyes and lets out a gusty sigh but lets her legs slide down so that there's more room. Now that the camera's on her, though, she frowns a little at the sight of the little red 'Record' light, but then shrugs. Oh well. While she's on...]}

So, uh, police.

The hell were you last night?

I could've used the help.

_{[Her tone makes it obvious that working with the cops isn't exactly the first thing on her agenda, but there you go.]

[She doesn't need to say that a lot of people got hurt-- the rest of the network probably already knows that, it's had to have been all over the news by now.]}

Anyway...

_{[She goes quiet again, rubbing the back of her head. Scritch. She... doesn't feel as talkative as usual.]}

... Oh yeah. Last thing. Joker.

_{[Reaching out next to her, she picks a handful of something that chinks and glitters in the low light. A bunch of coins! She grins.]}

Think you dropped these, Bozo.

Great job.

_{[They might have seen this limping towards the Pokemon Center looking surly after a particularly embarrassing defeat at the hands of the Joker (AND after the effects of Confusion wore off)... although she didn't go out without a fight.]}

_{[ooc: Feel free to action if your character was injured during/after the robbery and they'd be in the Pokemon Center too!]}

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[James wasn't sure what to think of that. Heather did actually get beat up by THE Joker. The guy who ran around in batman comics using laughing gas and stupid schemes to terrorize Gotham city. Yeah James was familiar with him. But he was here? really? That seemed so farfetched, but then again. Look at the world they were in.]

Well are you alright? I mean I see you aren't dying but those scratches...

[It was obvious in James' voice he was concerned for his other club member, he knew she was a strong girl but...]

_{[Yeeeeah. Heather feels kind of the same way. Fighting the clown prince of Gotham was kind of a bizarre mix of nostalgia and mindfuck. It was so weird she almost couldn't even feel mad about it. ... Except that she could anyway, because she's Heather Mason and being mad is what she's good at.]}

They're fine... scratches are scratches. I've had much worse... _{[A wry grin.]} And I'd wager you have, too. _{[Silent Hill was kind of a health hazard just by existing.]

[And then, in a softer tone.]}

Don't worry about me. I'll be okay.

... Unless I get tetanus. Then I'm screwed.

[The mental image was almost funny if it wasn't for the fact Heather had actually gotten seriously hurt from it. But scrawny little Heather fighting the Joker? Just... There were no words.]

... That is true, but it doesn't make it any less worrisome.

[James' expression only softened as Heather's tone had, he felt bad, wish he could help her somehow even though he couldn't. Even if he was there he wasn't medically gifted or anything.]

Well, the nurses took care you didn't they? I mean.. You won't get it will you?

[Way to worry James more Heather JEEZ.]

_{[The mental image IS pretty funny. Though the reality was a little less cracky-- Joker stayed on the sidelines. It was his Pokemon who did all the attacking-- although if James finds the mental image of Heather punching a Gligar with Joker makeup in the face as funny as of her fighting the Joker himself, he's free to enjoy it, because that's what happened.]}

Seriously. I'm fine. Like I said... just scratches. If cat owners can deal with them every day, I think I can handle a week with bandaged arms.

_{[She nods.]}

I was kidding, I don't think I'll get it. I was fussed over plenty.

They just need to heal now.

[If anyone ever needed proof that Heather was more of a man than James, that was it. Because James would never even have the nerd to punch a Gligar, not even if it had hilarious make-up on.]

Well, to be fair, those cat scratches don't exactly match up to those, Heather.

[A sigh of relief]

Good. Well don't strain yourself, or make the process any longer than it needs to be. Just rest, okay?

_{[It was true. But don't worry, James. We love you for your squishy timidness.]}

Heh, well, if you're gonna pick apart all my analogies...

But yeah. There's not much I can do to make scratches worse, anyway-- I'm not gonna start gnawing on my arms or anything.

I will rest, though... Could use some rest.

Well, somebody has to. [A soft smile.]

Well, you could reopen them depending on how deep they are and I should hope not.

Good. Take it easy. I know that's hard for you, but try okay?

Touche, man. Touche.

_{[She waved a hand in submission.]}

All right, all right... I'll rest up. Not too terribly eager to go running around anyway.

I'll... probably go back to work on Saturday, I guess. That should be enough time to rest, don't you think?

[See that look of disapproval and worry? yeah that's at you Heather.]

Heather... Only if you're feeling good enough to go. Don't push yourself.

_{[Heather rolls her eyes a little bit.]}

Look, if I wake up on Saturday morning and I'm crippled with pain and don't wanna go anywhere, nothing short of the hand of the cosmos could make me go in.

Is that enough of a reassurance for you?

Since it's coming from you?

No.

But I'll believe you... This time.

[Sorry Heather, James can't help but worry about you... Or another part of the Mason family.]

By the way, have you talked to harry at all? I haven't seen him since Cherrygrove.

Jeez, you have some bad luck and then nobody believes you actually have self-preservation instincts anymore...

_{[But her joking tone dies completely when the topic of Harry comes up, and her expression just... goes away. It's like somebody flicked an 'Off' switch.]}

... No.

No, I haven't.

I figured as much.

Him and I got separated with that warrant business and I haven't heard a word since.

...Was hoping maybe you heard something, but... Well obviously not.

_{[She just shakes her head, not looking at the screen anymore.]

[It's... yeah, it's obviously a sensitive topic.]}

... I'm pretty sure he's gone.

I--

[There's a long pause and James mimicked Heather's adverted glance from the screen. Pondering what to say a few moments.]

I'm sorry I--... are you sure?

[James knew very well that people often disappeared. People believed they went back home. Believed. But the more negative thinking part of James made him believe otherwise.]

[There was a lot of things this world didn't explain. Also, a lot that didn't make sense. So he couldn't help but doubt people disappearing was as simple as them going back home.]

_{[Heather doesn't believe it's as simple as that, either. She knows WHY people want to believe that the disappeared people go home, but ... she doesn't buy into it, herself.]}

... S'the only thing that'd make sense.

_{[... Or it's the only thing she WANTS to make sense... he disappeared right after she had finally gotten the nerve to tell him who she really was. It was either the universe playing a cruel joke on her, or he had freaked out, given her a few reassuring one-liners to defuse the tension, and then bolted (and really, could she blame him?). Out of the two... she'd rather think it was the former.]}

I'm just trying not to think about it.

Let's talk about something else, okay?

Edited 2010-11-27 03:16 (UTC)

[Gives a silent nod. James didn't know that they had finally spoke about that, so he was ignorant to just how much this must have been bothering Heather.]

[Of course it'd bother her, but the fact she finally told him who she was... Yeah. Ouch.]

Sorry for bringing it up. [He was speaking ina very soft, concerned voice.]

[And in an attempt to lighten the mood.] Oh hey, my uh stupid fish turned into a dragon.

_{[Yeah, she hadn't told anybody about that conversation. Not a single soul. She's too... ashamed. She goes for months procrastinating, not having the nerve to tell him, almost wasting this incredible opportunity to have her father back... and then the moment she does, he goes away.]

[It's fucking embarrassing is what it is and Heather feels positively sick with shame over it.]}

It's okay.

You were worried about him.

_{[She latches onto that change of topic like a pit bull to the leg of a mailman, though.]}

Oh yeah? Dude, show me!

[Deciding it was best to let it go, he went on to follow the other conversation he started.]

I uhh.. Well one moment.

[It's kind of obvious he himself is in a pokecenter too. So it takes but a few moments of a jumbly camera and some walking before he's outside.]

[He puts the camera down a moment before releasing his once-stupid-fish-now-scary-dragon. Lifting the camera up, he allows the gyarados to take up the screen.]

Bubbl--It's kind of scary... But here he is.

... _{[She lets out a loooow whistle.]}

That's somethin'.

I'd heard those creepy fish things wound up turning into something awesome, but I never expected somethin' like that.

I'll have to admit. It scared me when it changed. I had heard that they did do... something.. Uh evolving? Yeah.

But I never expected that

[Yeah James was pretty terrified of it for a while. Wouldn't even use it in battle or anything. He much preferred the derpy looking fish than this water dragon thing.]

HEH. To be honest, that probably woulda scared me too.

... Pretty badass, though, gotta say.

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