foolishwren | 044. [Video/Action for Goldenrod]

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044. [Video/Action for Goldenrod]

_{[Like so many transmissions today, this one opens up with the camera aimed straight up at the velvety-gray sky, with dry little flakes of snow drifting down. It also cuts in about halfway through a sentence--]}

--ime to get some winter gear... Hey, network. Please enjoy five minutes of my dog being a spaz.

_{[It swivels down to focus on the plaza-- looks like Heather's walking back to the hotel from work and is finally getting a chance to enjoy the flurries (though she's c-c-c-cold. The whole sleeveless routine won't work for too much longer...). The flagstones are dusted with snow, and-- ... as promised, Cujo is being a spaz.]}

[The orange-colored pup is lying on his side in the snow and just sort of... wriggling in place, snorfling around in the MAGICAL WHITE STUFF THAT IS FALLING FROM THE SKY. After a few seconds or two he suddenly surges upright, butt in the air and ears standing straight up. He stares, glassy-eyed, at the camera for a few seconds, and then lets out an explosive snort and goes tearing off in a random direction.]

['Zilla the toddler Totodile appears on the screen then, slipping and sliding after him through the snow at a laughably slower pace-- changing direction a few times as Cujo goes rocketing past in the opposite direction. Eventually he gives up and comes waddling back to Heather with a frustrated gargle. She laughs.]

Maybe when you get longer legs, buddy-- hey, let's see how Arty likes the snow. Ya like the snow, Arty?

_{[The camera turns and shows... well, this.]}

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.....

.... I think she likes it.

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Sure, yeah, okay. _{[SHE FULLY SUPPORTED TAKING THE CHOCOLATES THOUGH, for the record. Heather is all for stickin' it to the MAN.]}

Yeah?

... If you had the choice to, would you go home?

_{[Whoa, that's a surprisingly heavy question.]}

... I'm not sure.

_{[She rubs her chin a little bit, wondering how to put it. She doesn't want to wax too deep in front of Sora-- hell, she doesn't like waxing deep, period, really. It's not a happy subject and all things considered, Heather does try her best to stay positive.]}

... If I did, it'd only be for one person.

Apart from him... not sure I would, to be honest.

_{[It didn't mean she didn't fully believe that OTHER people should go back if given the choice. Some people had important shit to be doing back there. ... But she didn't. She'd done her important job and the world didn't have much in it for her afterwards... or at least that's not what it looked like to her, just a year fresh of the incident in Silent Hill.]}

[it's not exactly casual dinner conversation, but it has been on Sora's mind ever since he discovered Kairi's line had been disconnected. it made him think a lot about what was waiting for him back home... death, really. not that Disney characters ever stay dead for long.]

I kinda feel that way, too, but... there are a lot of things that need to be done. [and, back to his original thought and reason for bringing this up.]

Let's find a way to stay connected, okay? Even if we wind up separated on different worlds or something.

_{[The suggestion isn't completely surprising, but... is that even possible? Heather's rational side says 'no', but her optimistic side sure hopes so. This place... she had friends here. REAL friends. Ones who came closer to understanding how hard life could be than ANYBODY back home. Anybody but Douglas. ... If she could keep that? Her dreary old world looked a whole lot brighter.]}

If we can find a way? I'll sure as hell use it.

I think I know of a good way! All you need is the ocean.

_{[Color Heather confused.]}

The ocean?

Right! The ocean is the main thing that everyone has in common. It's how we're all connected. So, if you put a message in a bottle in the ocean, it'll eventually reach the person you're thinking of.

_[...

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<sub>[... <:/ oh Sora.]

[Heather smiles. She wishes she could be that naiive again. She sure as heck remembers back when SHE believed stuff like that, but... yeah. Not so much anymore.]</sub>

Well, I live near the ocean-- or, well, I live on a coastal state, anyway.

I bet I could drop messages there from time to time.

[Sora hails from a World where messages in a bottle are indeed a viable method of communication through the smaller worlds-- that and he comes from an island, so the idea's already been planted in his mind from the get go.]

Okay, Heather! I'll send you letters telling you all about how hardcore I've gotten.

All right. I'll look forward to 'em.

Good! Don't forget, either. Promise, Heather?

It's a promise, kiddo.

_{[And at that moment, whaddya know, THEIR FOOD ARRIVES!]}

[... Sora has never seen this many carbs in one spot in his life. the spaghetti, it just goes forever and ever and--]

How much you wanna bet I can eat all of this?

_{[... Grinnnn.]}

I beeeeet... a Poliwag.

I bet you a Poliwag that you can't eat all that.

Wait, prove that you've got a Poliwag, first!

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_[Griiiiin.]

What, you're not gonna take my word for it?

_{[She feels around in her pockets-- ... dang, no PokeBalls with her... instead she pulls out her 'Gear and opens the Pokedex before holding it up for him to see across the table. A filled entry for Poliwag!]}

... All right then! You're on!

[... and, only so it's fair:] What do you want if you win?

Hmmmm... I'll have to think about it.

I'll wait!

Aw, c'mon. You can't let your food get cold.

Well yeah, but we have to shake on the bet before it goes into effect!

ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT.

If I win, you have to dance everywhere for a whole day. No walking. Just dancing. Deal?

Deal!

[and then he's sticking his hand out across the table for that handshake. bet's on!]

_{[FIRM HANDSHAKE.]

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