foolishwren | 043, Video/Action for those in Goldenrod Hotel (Backdated to the night the event ended)

_{[Most of the time, that whole cliche where people awake from a nightmare by BOLTING upright in their beds, eyes wide, sweat-soaked, and gasping like a fish? Totally false. Real life is rarely that dramatic, and accordingly, neither is Heather's normal reaction to bad dreams. She has them so often that they're rarely worth the energy to make such a scene.]

[But tonight?]

[Screw cliches.]}

AAHHhhhuhgh! Hhhh!

_{[She sits upright in a tangle of blankets so fast that the PokeGear on her chest goes flying across the room, clattering to the floor a short distance away from her bed. The video feed button is hit in the process and anyone watching will be treated to a sideways worm's eye view of the bed. Heather's eyes are wide and glossy, her skin and clothing soaked through with sweat. Her chest is heaving like her body is convinced that she's DYING, and to be fair, it probably IS. Her hair is all over the place and goosebumps are standing out on her bare arms like pinheads-- those bandages? Yeah, they got all sweaty and just... unraveled and bunched down around her wrists.]

[The moonlight-- or-- er, the countless Goldenrod streetlights outside, anyway-- reflecting off of her skin just added to the impression that she'd been rolling around in wet grass or something. She was going to be SO cold once the adrenaline wore off and the chill of the cold sweat set in.]

[What... what was... oh, GOD, what the FUCK was...?]

[She looks around the dark hotel room wildly, wheezing, and smears her hair out of her face after a moment and just presses a hand to her temple, shoulders slumping.]}

Holy hell...

_{[Pulling in a deep, congested-sounding breath, she looks up again, still pale as a sheet but at least calming down. Dreams. It had all been dreams. ... Well, DUH, it had been dreams-- she had been chased by the friggin' KOOL-AID MAN. But-- even the most vivid of dreams in her normal roster of Traumatizing Nighttime Visions (tm) (and her normal nightmares? Oh hell yes, you BET they were vivid) couldn't even come close to what she had just experienced. It had all felt so... so real.]

[She notices the PokeGear on the floor and just sort of... leans over and half-slides off the bed, reaching out for it with one arm and just hanging off of the edge of the bed at the waist like a gangly ragdoll.]}

What time is it...

_{[... Midnight. Just midnight. Okay... Midnight. Ugh. Well, there was no way she was gonna get to sleep after THAT, so... she'll just turn the lights on, watch some TV, and-- .... wait.]

[... Why was the date three days later than she last remembered?]}

.... The friggin' frick...

_{[She drops the 'Gear again, and there's some thumping and rustling noises as she unentangles herself from the blankets and drags herself out of bed. Her bare feet walk past the screen and then the door slams. The feed times out eventually.]}

_{[ooc: If your character is in the Goldenrod Hotel and is friends with Heather/she is aware of their being there, expect a violent knock on the door, an encounter with a boxer-and-tank-top-clad Heather who looks like she saw a ghost, and some confusion when she just looks you up and down, decides she's satisfied with the fact that you exist, and wanders off down the hallway in a daze to terrorize someone else.]}

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_{[Her 'dream' is such a massive jumble of confusing imagery that she can hardly pick it apart right now, but she WILL remember brief flashes of carrying Edgeworth under one arm and running AWAY from something...]

[He gets his answer awhile later, when she's returned from her wobbly trip around the hotel.]}

Uhm. I'm in my hotel room-- wh-- ... where are YOU?

_{[She squints blearily. That... doesn't look like the Violet Center...]}

[....and then she'll remember hobo and it will be great.

Edgeworth's camera shifts when he sits straighter on the bench, showing a glimpse of tall skyscrapers.]

I woke up at the Goldenrod Pokémon Center, actually.. in a corner of the lobby.

_{[Yes. Yes it will.]

[Heather squints at the screen further, finally sitting down in a hunched position, rubbing the back of her head.]}

... Doesn't make any sense...

The last thing I remember, I was chasing Butch and Tadpole around Violet. [A sigh.]

I remember bits and pieces of a strange dream but that is all I remember of the past three days..

Three days...

_{[Yeah, that was what her PokeGear had said. Three days later. She thought it had been wrong or something.]}

....But you were there, in the dream, and a... rabbit, I think.

_{[She clutches her head, a little too out of it to remember much.]}

Really?

... I think you were in my dream too.

Heck, LOTTA people were...

[At least you didn't have a conversation with yourself.]

.....Do you think this all really was a dream?

_{[There's a long pause.]}

..... I think... I was chased by the Kool-Aid Man.

It was either a dream or someone spiked my food with LSD.

...LSD?

Um... what is that?

It's... okay, never mind.

Uh. Anyway.

... It couldn'tve been anything BUT a dream.

Why do you say that?

_{[She wasn't nearly awake enough to think it wasn't, so she supplied what was basically becoming her standard argument for the dream theory.]}

I was being chased by the Kool-Aid Man.

And I met myself from 17 years into the future.

But that doesn't mean it wasn't a dream. The fact that we are here should be argument enough that it was possible.

... The KOOL-AID MAN.

_{[Sorry, Edgeworth, if you're expecting to get a coherent discussion out of Heather at this time of night...]}

It's not entirely improbably. [He figured as much, but he isn't going to drop his argument either.]

I. Was being chased. By the Kool-Aid Man.

_{[WHAT PART OF THIS DID EDGEWORTH NOT UNDERSTAND.]}

Miss Heather, I am quite confident that anything is possible here.

Even if you were being chased by a large jug, that does not automatically mean that it was a dream.

IT WAS THE KOOL-AID MAN.

That isn't possible outside of a 90's commercial!

_{[... heather you're arguing with a ten year old]}

This world isn't possible out of a 90's video game, Miss Heather.

Unless you're now going to deny the existence of this game and everything that exists within it currently, including yourself, the possibility that the Kool-Aid jug really was chasing you cannot be denied.

No. NO. This world? This world at least makes SOME kind of sense. There are animals. Everybody's human. I bleed when I'm cut.

THERE ARE NO GIANT JUGS OF HIGH-FRUCTOSE CORN SYRUP BLASTING THROUGH WALLS IN ANY FORM OF REALITY.

I've met aliens. [He shrugs.] And the parallel universe theory stands strong in our situation. Who's to say there isn't a world where giant jugs can run around?

You-- that's not-- .....

_{[She positively glares at the screen for a second.]}

... I'm older, so I'm right.

_{[... Sorry, Edgeworth. Expecting Heather to string together a coherent, credible argument after all that is asking too much of her. She will not be convinced.]}

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There's no proof behind your statement. [He gives her a look back. Sorry Heather, but he doesn't know you enough to just drop the argument, it seems.]

You are so puny.

I could just like... put you on top of something tall and you wouldn't even be able to get down. I'd win the argument automatically.

_{[She is past the point of even trying to stay on topic. S-sorry Edgeworth.]}

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