foolishwren | [Action in the ~*~Goldenrod Department Store~*~] FOURTH WALL EVENT POST

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[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!

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I'm-- ... doing just PEACHY. _{[At least in the sense that she was wandering around an increasingly eerie-ass day but hadn't DIED yet...]}

What are YOU doing here? I thought you were like... in Azalea.

_{[Cujo is facing the hydra, hackles up and growling-- meanwhile, Mira is trotting over to Artemis to lick his face and be adorable. Which she is very good at.]}

I was until this morning, but on my walk I managed to end up at Route 35.

[The Sazandora hovers in the air, screeching at Cujo.

Artemis pushes the dog away, ignoring the adorableness, he's good at that, he's far more interested in moving away from the beast of death and speaking with Heather.]

We should relocate.

Urgh, good idea. What is THAT Pokemon?

_{[Cujo, bless his little soul, stands his ground proudly, tail flagging. Heather's fighting her way up and holding a hand out to Artemis to help him, too.]}

[Accepts her help and takes her hand, pulling himself up.]

I'm not entirely sure.

[He's just glad it is a Pokémon, from what he's heard over the network, a lot of things from other worlds have been showing up and he doesn't want to meet his own magical creatures here.

Sazandora suddenly lets out a blaze of Dragonbreath at the little puppy Pokémon.]

Eugh, well, either way, let's go. Cujo can handle this. _{[Grabbing Artemis's wrist, she takes off across the lobby, heading for the stairs.]

[Cujo, meanwhile, tosses his creamy mane and blows a Flamethrower in response. WOOOO FIREEEEEE.]}

[Dragged away, wondering exactly how Cujo will 'handle it' but not questioning the older teen, just trying to keep up with her as best he can and hoping she doesn't pull his arm out of it's socket.]

Where exactly are we planning on going?

[Sazandora is not impressed, Cujo, and is attempting to crush you.]

I dunno. AWAY.

_{[Cujo, meanwhile, dances out of the way. He might be a basic Pokemon, but he's the strongest on Heather's team and in his 50's of level, he's nothing to be laughed at.]

[And, with a burst of Agility, he speeds up even more, running circles around the hydra Pokemon.]}

Of course.

[Oh, you bastard dog, I'm going to beat the snot of you no matter how long with takes me and no matter how injured I get in the process.]

[Artemis, meanwhile, is thinking very hard on how to phrase a question without sending Heather in a panic ~~hitting people on the head with a crowbar~~ spree.]

Heather, has anything familiar appeared to you?

_{[Cujo is THRILLED! New game. OMG NEW GAME. He blazes another Flamethrower at the flying dragon.]}

Familiar?

_{[Jogging up the stairs.]}

You mean like-- what, from my own world?

[Ow! That hurt, dammit! Your mother was a BITCH! ... Wait. Ah, fuck it. Eat Outrage.]

Well, yes.

[What? Stairs? Oh, god, all this physical work.]

Or anything similar to it.

_{[A-A-A-A-A-AGILITY, MOTHERFUCKER~]

[Cujo zips around the hydra in a wide arc, yapping gleefully the whole time. NO ATTACKS FOR YOUUUUUUUU]}

... Yeah, actually.

Don't like thinking about it.

Actually, I'm pretty sure I'm dreaming right now.

_{[And really, she WAS.]}

[DHSJKADHSJKAFHJKFHJD PokéCussing you out Cujo. Fine, f**k you then, I'll just fly over you and after your trainer.]

Well, that doesn't really help the situation. If you think you're dreaming, what am I supposed to assume? That I'm the figments of your imagination?

[Really, he's just talking to distract himself from the idea that if this is a dream, especially his dream, something from his memory may appear, or worse Orion may appear.]

What exactly has managed to crop up from your world?

_{[8D OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY-- ... D: hey wait where are you going!!! We are still playing! Cujo spins around and goes after the hydra, lunging after it for a Take Down attack.]}

You don't wanna know.

[Sazandora has given up on attempting to fight with this haxxors Growlithe and is ignoring its attempts to engage it in battle again. Rassa frassing dog, giving me burns.]

[Artemis frowns as he runs.]

If I honestly didn't want to know, I'm not sure I would have- [He was cut off by a terrible howling noise that echoed through the large rooms of the Department store.]

[The familiarity of it caused Artemis to stop dead on the stairs, in retrospect, not such a good idea, as Heather still had ahold on his wrist and he almost sent the girl hurling back down.]

_{[.... :( That thing is not Cujo's friend anymore.]

[Needless to say, Heather IS yanked backwards, with a sort of strangled noise.]}

HRKK--!!

... What the HELL, Arty?!

[Artemis manages to stop looking like the blood has drain from his face for a moment long enough to give Heather an irritated expression. Yes, even in the face of serious injury and chaos--] It's Artemis.

[Another howl bellows through the long set of stairs that lead to the pointless amount of floors.]

.... Okay. What. The HELL. Was that.

_{[She's not even gonna snark at his little correction. She wants to know what the fuck that is.]}

Well. [He straighten the sleeve of his blazer jacket, hoping Heather hadn't stretched it beyond all repair with all that tugging.]

It sounded like a troll. [He spoke without a hint of sarcasm, but more with a hint of worry.]

_{[Heather blinked worriedly, then turned back to Artemis. The way he'd said that suggested that he actually knew what he was talking about, and that it wasn't just an unspecific comment made to be funny.]}

A troll?

Yes. [He just looked back at her.] Do I seem like the type to joke at inappropriate times?

[Sadly, the smell would it them before the appearance of its carrier, as it was doing now.]

How well do you know the layout of your workplace?

... No, but I was hoping.

_{[She blanches then, wrinkling her nose at the stench. Oh, GOD...]}

... Pretty well. Are we gonna need to be running?

Sadly, yes. But hopefully not for too long.

[Lumbering around the corner, head down away from the lights to protect it's crimson eyes and pretty much carrying the remains of the entire meat section in its matted fur along with pieces of broken glass from the ceiling lighting is a 180 kilo, full grown bull troll (http://i49.tinypic.com/3481pq8.jpg).]

[It pauses to sniff the air. Seems like it can smell you too.]

_{[And to think, she took you for a spoiled rich brat who knew nothing about real life, much less MONSTERS. Turns out she was wrong. ... Too bad she'll only remember this as a dream!]}

.... Oh, fucking FUCK--

_{[Whatever the hell THAT thing was, it was horrendous enough not to merit creativity in her cursing. She wasn't scared of it-- not like she was scared of her own monsters. But she DID know that it could pretty much fuck their shit up BAD. It kind of gave off that impression.]}

... Follow me.

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