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foolishwren) wrote2010-11-27 10:29 am
foolishwren) wrote2010-11-27 10:29 am
Entry tags:
- action,
- adventure time,
- all phobias: engage,
- bad memories,
- bitch be trippin' balls,
- boss fight,
- epic fail,
- event,
- fear for the flesh,
- fourth wall,
- fucking fuckity fuck,
- goldenrod city,
- goldenrod department store,
- growlithe,
- i've got a bad feeling about this,
- ic,
- image attached,
- it came from the black lagoon,
- it is a mystery,
- kshshhhhhhssfrrrzzzhhzhzlshhhshhkzfffffl,
- officially freaked-out now,
- what is this i don't even
[Action in the ~*~Goldenrod Department Store~*~] FOURTH WALL EVENT POST
[OOC: HI GUYS. As per usual with my TL;DR event posts, reading this is more or less optional. All you need to know is that Heather's in the Goldenrod City Department Store, and that you are free to bother her in ANY WAY YOU SEE FIT, anywhere in the store.
Posts on my end might be a little slow, but I AM online and will be replying to every tag!
Out-of-game dudes, welcome to Route for the weekend! I hope you enjoy your stay, and hope that maybe we'll be snagging a few of you for good. ;)]
[Well, Saturday came, and despite the injuries and wreckage accumulated at the Department Store from the aftermath of that robbery, a big mall can't staff itself! As such, the employees have all been respectfully ordered to come back and help with cleaning things up, because god forbid they close the store for a few days!]
[And so, wearing her stupid little employee uniform, a tired Heather got up early with her newly-recovered Pokemon in-pocket (she didn't normally take them to work with her, but given the events there, she was feeling less confident about the prospect of being without them in case of an emergency. And besides, she sort of wanted to spoil them a little bit for all they'd been through), and made her way morosely to the big shiny building.]
[The whole way, Cujo pranced and gamboled around her, completely oblivious to his Trainer's sour mood.]
[She shoved the revolving door a little harder than necessary and went through it, taking care not to let the simple-minded Growlithe get stuck in the turnstyle.]
[And gueeeessss who was right there waiting in the lobby for her, surrounded by bustling janitors carrying around busted vending machines and sweeping up rubble?]
ABOUT TIME YOU SHOWED UP!
BACK IN MY DAY, SNOTTY KIDS WHO TOOK TOO MUCH TIME OFF OF WORK WERE FLOGGED AND PUBLICLY HUMILIATED!
.... And back in your day, the elderly fell behind and got eaten by saber-toothed tigers...
WHAT WAS THAT?!
Ugh... nothing...
I'VE HAD ABOUT ENOUGH OF YOUR LIP. MY DELICATE HEART CANNOT ABIDE SUCH DISRESPECT. GO HELP THE JANITORS ON THE SECOND FLOOR BEFORE YOUR INSOLENCE BEGINS TO ENDANGER MY HEALTH.
Yes, ma'am...
AND GET THAT FILTHY MUTT IN A POKEBALL IMMEDIATELY!!
[Making a sour face, Heather promptly flipped the old bat off as she went huffing away to scream at someone else who didn't deserve it.]
Don't listen to 'er, Cooj. You might be a filthy mutt, but she's a bitch and that's ten times worse. We gotta stop at the laundry room first. I'll let you chew on one of her skirts.
[Cujo panted up at her happily, having absolutely no idea that the supervisor had called him anything, and promptly walked into a potted plant because he wasn't watching where he was going.]
[The employee laundry room yawned ominously away from the doorway, its gray-green basement lights buzzing in that ugly way that old, out-of-date electronics that no higher-up has felt necessary to replace so often do. The gaps between the tiles here were always wet, and filled with that gritty mush that resulted when bits of powdered laundry detergent spilled onto a damp floor and was allowed to sit. The whole place smelled like stagnant water from the machine in the corner that was always broken and filled up with cloudy water that nobody bothered to drain for weeks.]
[Old uniforms were strewn across the floor like corpses of long-forgotten staff members who had been trapped down here and died horribly.]
... Same old, same old...
[Heather sighed and stepped in, her boots skidding slightly on the soapscum-covered floor.]
Don't eat anything I don't tell you is okay, Cooj.
[She leaned over the bin of clean uniforms, digging around in it with still-bandaged arms. She needed a new hat and didn't fancy getting screamed at for not having one if she was caught without it on the job.]
Jesus, there can't be like fifty thousand clean shirts and no hats...
[Then she stopped and looked over her shoulder, brows furrowed. Cujo was standing stiffly behind her, his creamy hackles raised and normally-happy brown eyes wide and staring. A low, unsettled growl was drifting out of his throat and his stare was settled firmly on the employee lockers across the room. Swallowing, Heather withdrew from the bin slowly.]
... What is it, boy?
[The growl increased in volume, and Heather frowned worriedly, following his gaze.]
[The source of his anxiety became clear instantly.]
[The door to Locker no. 9 was rattling gently, occasionally thumping. There was something inside it. Trying to get out.]
[The hairs on the back of Heather's neck stood up.]
[... It's... it's deja vu all over again...]
[The rattling was replaced by an insistent, metallic banging. Heather gulped, and reached out to pick up a nearby metal laundry basket.]
Stay here, Cooj...
[Slowly, warily, she approached the locker. As though sensing her nearing presence, the banging became louder and more violent. Adamant. Biting her lip, Heather reached out with a bandaged hand... and opened the locker.]
--AAAUGH!
[The laundry basket went clanging to the floor as Heather fell backwards, knocked onto the damp, gritty floor as whatever was in the locker came lunging out at her like a desperate predator, barreling its warm weight into her chest and knocking her off-balance. Cujo erupted into a frenzy of barking and whimpering, knocking over the laundry bin as he turned in alarmed circles.]
[Heather thrashed on the floor, throwing the attacker off in the process and struggling to sit up defensively, teeth bared.]
I-- GET OFF! I'LL-- You-- .... uh. .... Huh?
[The attacker wagged its little cinnamon-bun of a tail, the speaker on its headphones giving out a cheery little crackle of static.]
ARF!
Posts on my end might be a little slow, but I AM online and will be replying to every tag!
Out-of-game dudes, welcome to Route for the weekend! I hope you enjoy your stay, and hope that maybe we'll be snagging a few of you for good. ;)]
[Well, Saturday came, and despite the injuries and wreckage accumulated at the Department Store from the aftermath of that robbery, a big mall can't staff itself! As such, the employees have all been respectfully ordered to come back and help with cleaning things up, because god forbid they close the store for a few days!]
[And so, wearing her stupid little employee uniform, a tired Heather got up early with her newly-recovered Pokemon in-pocket (she didn't normally take them to work with her, but given the events there, she was feeling less confident about the prospect of being without them in case of an emergency. And besides, she sort of wanted to spoil them a little bit for all they'd been through), and made her way morosely to the big shiny building.]
[The whole way, Cujo pranced and gamboled around her, completely oblivious to his Trainer's sour mood.]
[She shoved the revolving door a little harder than necessary and went through it, taking care not to let the simple-minded Growlithe get stuck in the turnstyle.]
[And gueeeessss who was right there waiting in the lobby for her, surrounded by bustling janitors carrying around busted vending machines and sweeping up rubble?]
ABOUT TIME YOU SHOWED UP!
BACK IN MY DAY, SNOTTY KIDS WHO TOOK TOO MUCH TIME OFF OF WORK WERE FLOGGED AND PUBLICLY HUMILIATED!
.... And back in your day, the elderly fell behind and got eaten by saber-toothed tigers...
WHAT WAS THAT?!
Ugh... nothing...
I'VE HAD ABOUT ENOUGH OF YOUR LIP. MY DELICATE HEART CANNOT ABIDE SUCH DISRESPECT. GO HELP THE JANITORS ON THE SECOND FLOOR BEFORE YOUR INSOLENCE BEGINS TO ENDANGER MY HEALTH.
Yes, ma'am...
AND GET THAT FILTHY MUTT IN A POKEBALL IMMEDIATELY!!
[Making a sour face, Heather promptly flipped the old bat off as she went huffing away to scream at someone else who didn't deserve it.]
Don't listen to 'er, Cooj. You might be a filthy mutt, but she's a bitch and that's ten times worse. We gotta stop at the laundry room first. I'll let you chew on one of her skirts.
[Cujo panted up at her happily, having absolutely no idea that the supervisor had called him anything, and promptly walked into a potted plant because he wasn't watching where he was going.]
~*~
[The employee laundry room yawned ominously away from the doorway, its gray-green basement lights buzzing in that ugly way that old, out-of-date electronics that no higher-up has felt necessary to replace so often do. The gaps between the tiles here were always wet, and filled with that gritty mush that resulted when bits of powdered laundry detergent spilled onto a damp floor and was allowed to sit. The whole place smelled like stagnant water from the machine in the corner that was always broken and filled up with cloudy water that nobody bothered to drain for weeks.]
[Old uniforms were strewn across the floor like corpses of long-forgotten staff members who had been trapped down here and died horribly.]
... Same old, same old...
[Heather sighed and stepped in, her boots skidding slightly on the soapscum-covered floor.]
Don't eat anything I don't tell you is okay, Cooj.
[She leaned over the bin of clean uniforms, digging around in it with still-bandaged arms. She needed a new hat and didn't fancy getting screamed at for not having one if she was caught without it on the job.]
Jesus, there can't be like fifty thousand clean shirts and no hats...
[Then she stopped and looked over her shoulder, brows furrowed. Cujo was standing stiffly behind her, his creamy hackles raised and normally-happy brown eyes wide and staring. A low, unsettled growl was drifting out of his throat and his stare was settled firmly on the employee lockers across the room. Swallowing, Heather withdrew from the bin slowly.]
... What is it, boy?
[The growl increased in volume, and Heather frowned worriedly, following his gaze.]
[The source of his anxiety became clear instantly.]
[The door to Locker no. 9 was rattling gently, occasionally thumping. There was something inside it. Trying to get out.]
[The hairs on the back of Heather's neck stood up.]
[... It's... it's deja vu all over again...]
[The rattling was replaced by an insistent, metallic banging. Heather gulped, and reached out to pick up a nearby metal laundry basket.]
Stay here, Cooj...
[Slowly, warily, she approached the locker. As though sensing her nearing presence, the banging became louder and more violent. Adamant. Biting her lip, Heather reached out with a bandaged hand... and opened the locker.]
--AAAUGH!
[The laundry basket went clanging to the floor as Heather fell backwards, knocked onto the damp, gritty floor as whatever was in the locker came lunging out at her like a desperate predator, barreling its warm weight into her chest and knocking her off-balance. Cujo erupted into a frenzy of barking and whimpering, knocking over the laundry bin as he turned in alarmed circles.]
[Heather thrashed on the floor, throwing the attacker off in the process and struggling to sit up defensively, teeth bared.]
I-- GET OFF! I'LL-- You-- .... uh. .... Huh?
[The attacker wagged its little cinnamon-bun of a tail, the speaker on its headphones giving out a cheery little crackle of static.]
ARF!
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[see, he even holds up a hand to show her, just in case Heather couldn't count.]
And I'm gonna be hardcore one day, too! So I can be a big hardcore knight guy like the guys in the books! [-- and Sora brings down his hand so he can plant both of his fists on his hips and puff out his chest. it's just like when he's fourteen, really, but a lot more exaggerated.]
That's why I can smell the hardcore in ya, Miss hardcore lady! 'Cause that's my destiny, too!
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... That's right, you definitely are.
C'mon, though, you're not allowed back here. Besides, it's all nasty and gross. Let's get you back out to the main store area, okay?
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[he'll either scramble in Heather's arms for her to carry, or hold his hand up to her obediently when she stands up straight. take your pick.]
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[She looks down at him, then goes ahead and picks him up, just because she doesn't like the idea of a little kid being down here (because something... something (
aka all the scary shit that's happening to her in other threads at the exact same time, via MAGIC AND TIME PARADOX) is setting off her creep radars and the quicker they get back to the upper floors, the happier she'll be.]And uh-- yeah, I've totally met Santa.
He's pretty chill.
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and... yeah, Sora's been meeting older versions of himself, Rise's Shadow, and then getting thoroughly beaten up by Vanitas all at the same time. the aftermath is gonna suck.look at his eyes light up when Heather says she's met Santa, though!]Really? But, but, that's why he's 'sposed to drink hot chocolate, then! So he can warm up!
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Oh god I hope Heather runs into STRIPPER-RISE.][Heather heads out for the stairs, the two dogs trailing along behind them.]
Well, yeah, duh!
Obviously, he's chill when he doesn't have any hot chocolate.
When he DOES, that's when he goes all crazy and throws awesome parties.
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[Sora and pirates... totally canon (http://kh13.com/videos/bbsengcut_80.php). so is pitching fits at Riku.]
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... Only sometimes.
[omfg little sora ghsladf;;sdf]
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Miss.. Miss hardcore lady... Have you ever been to a pirate party?
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Me? Pirate parties?
... Oh. Tons.
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[this is almost too awesome for Sora to comprehend. he needs a minute or two as it is-- he looks as if Heather just told him that not only is it almost Christmas, but it's going to be Christmas every day until the new year.]
Can I come with you to a pirate party? Please? I promise I'll be good!
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But only if you're REEEAAAAL good and let me get back to work, okay?
Are you here with anybody...?
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Nope... I think Momma's still at my house.
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Anyway, just stick with me, okay?
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I dunno, kiddo. Just, uh, stay with me until we figure out how to call her, okay?
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Can we play a game?
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[A thoughtful pause.]
... SURE. Whatcha wanna pay?
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What's your favorite game in the whole wide world?
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[She'd say hide and seek, but she doesn't like the odds of LOSING BITTY!SORA IN A GIANT DEPARTMENT STORE. Or tag, because if anything's gonna get her in trouble, it's going to be running around like a loon through the aisles.]
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... I got it.
[She crouches down in front of him, looking very serious.]
Have you ever played Pirates vs. Ninjas?
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Nuh uh! How do you play?
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One team is the pirates. The other is the ninjas.
And they FIGHT.
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