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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[what no Sora likes Heather not flattened against the pavement. no falling off anything!]

You really don't mind? ... Yeah... Yeah, could you come please?

'Kay, gimme a minute...

_{[More like twenty. She's totally off-kilter but she's not just gonna go running off into the night in her boxers.]

[The screen blips off, but Heather does show up, slightly more clothed than before, at the Pokemon Center door awhile later. She looks... well, like hell.]}

[hey, Sora wandered around Goldenrod most of Saturday in his blue Totodile print pajamas! he'll have started a "literally fallen out of bed" fashion trend.]

[in any case, he won't be hard to find. he's the one toward the back still in the Totodile jammies and bandages and arguing-- feebly, but still arguing-- with a nurse. "you are not poking me again, lady. get away please!"]

_{[She walks through the ward, squinting against the bright lights and almost feeling like she's sleepwalking... doesn't take long for her to spot Sora, though.]}

Hey-- Sora.

_{[The nurses give her a dirty look when she suddenly pops up in their midst but w/e.]}

Heather!

[Sora's going down in pokécenter history as one of their Worst Patients Ever at this rate-- he bats a nurse's arm away and tries to sit up. climb out of bed. fall out of bed. whichever comes first.]

_{[It's okay, Sora. You're little, they'll forgive you.]

[Heather waves a hand.]}

Whoa, take it easy! Don't hurt yourself!

_{[She doesn't blame him, though-- she HATES getting poked and prodded at by nurses, herself.]}

... Jesus, what HAPPENED to you?

[Sora will stop struggling at least long enough for the nurses to finish poking and prodding or whatever they were doing to him and leave him alone, gosh. this pout, it extends to the heavens above and beyond.]

I don't-- [-- he stops and tries to take a deep breath. it doesn't really work.]

Don't know. Keep telling me I fell off a building.

_{[Jeeeeeesus. Suddenly Heather's not so sure she should be taking him out of the Center. What if something's BROKEN?]}

Holy shit. _{[Yeah, Heather cusses in front of kids, whatofit.]}

I-- is anything broken?

[that's okay, "shit" probably hit the Disney censors in between Sora's eardrums and his brain and was translated into "house shingles."]

M'ribs. And-- [he lifts his bandaged arm. bends it. ow.]

Nope, that one's fine.

_[Wince.]

Jeez...

Did they bandage your ribs up? _{[She's not much of a mother hen, but she's too exhausted and confused to be her usual self and ask these things in a roundabout way. Straightforward will just have to do.]}

Mm.

... Are you all right, Heather? [here, he'll scoot over so she can sit if she wants.]

I'M fine. Just freakin'.

_{[She sat down on the edge of the bed, because her legs were way too wobbly for her to trust. She wasn't injured, though-- apart from those lingering scrapes from the fight with Joker.]}

I'm just wondering... exactly what the hell HAPPENED.

[he can see that, so he lifts his good hand to place it on her shoulder.]

Me, too. Maybe you should lie down?

[-- so there's this male nurse in the Goldenrod pokécenter. he's as humungous as nurses come, and probably serves as damage control for when patients attempt to escape (Sora's going to find this out several times later). he's not... freakishly huge though, right? and he does have his lower jaw.]

[nevertheless, there is a guy who looks exactly like Tank before he became Tank heading toward the bed. WHAT DO YOU DO, HEATHER?]

Ugh, I know I should, but I don't think it'd do any good right now. _{[She'd never be able to get back to sleep again. Not right NOW, anyway.]

[So she just nods reassuringly to Sora and gives the hand on her shoulder a pat before rubbing her eyes blearily-- ... and then stiffening.]

[....Was that...? That's... no.]

[No.]

[Just... no.]

[.... Yes.]

[.... ffffffffffffffffffffffFFFFFFFFFUUUUU--!!]}

... oh my god.

... Heather?

[pre-Tank is LOOMING OVER YOU NOW. and he opens his mouth to speak-- his voice? it's terrifying and déjà vu-inducing and boldface. the department store is probably re-destroying itself by pre-Tank's voice alone.]

The two of you should be resting.

_{[See that way Heather's knees are kind of kinking up to her chest defensively and one side of her mouth is curling up to expose teeth in a sort of horrified grimace?]

[SHE IS NOT ENTIRELY SURE SHE'S NOT STILL DREAMING.]

[Until he talks. Then she's sure. But she's still freaking out.]}

_{...Um... I'm not-- ... HE'S the patient! I'm just-- visiting, you know!}

_{[Enjoy being sold out, Sora. ... Well. She's not abandoning you at least.]}

[HEATHER WOULD YOU REALLY LEAVE SORA TO DIE LIKE THAT-- pre-Tank leans down slightly to get a better look at Heather. sheesh, kid looks like she's about to have a panic attack.]

Are you sure you're feeling all right?

[he's really not a mean guy, man, honest ;o; he's just intimidating and Nurse Tank and Johto is screwed if he ever became a zombie.]

_{[Poor guy. Forever judged by anybody who has played Left 4 Dead. ... Or encountered a Tank in their 'dreams'.]}

Uh-- YES. Yes, I'm fine! Totally whole and healthy here!

_{[Sora must be seriously wtfing right now.]}

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[action] TANK LIVE IN JOHTO FOREVER. HARASS TINY SURVIVOR WHEN POKES NEED HEALING

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