foolishwren | 045. [Accidental video/Action for Goldenrod] (forward-dated to Saturday morning)

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045. [Accidental video/Action for Goldenrod] (forward-dated to Saturday morning)

_{[Given the work week, Heather has not had a chance to really enjoy the snow that much. Whether the Pokemon world celebrates Christmas the same way most 'normal' ones do is up for debate, but one thing is clear: holiday shopping is universal. The Department Store has been going absolutely insane with gaudy decorations and increasingly-frenzied customers buying up everything in sight. Between the exhaustion and the ever-earlier setting of the sun, Heather's been spent by the time she gets off of work.]}

[Friday night was spent mostly-asleep under a pile of blankets and obscenely fluffy winter-coated Pokemon (Arty and Cujo both seemed to have doubled in volume in the past few weeks), and when the gray winter morning light crept in through the snow-lined window, it fell largely upon the same scene. SOMEWHERE under there, there was a human being. ... Or maybe they had just eaten Heather and the tuft of scruffy blond hair and the single disembodied foot sticking out from between blanket and Cujo's tawny belly were in fact the only pieces left of her. Who could tell?]

... MREEP

_{[The alarm on the PokeGear (which was ... poking out of the blankets somewhere, giving a glorious view of the hopeless chaos that was Heather's bed. Of COURSE the alarm function had randomly turned on the video feed, too-- alarms always did dumb shit like that without being told to) had turned on, and-- oh, look at that. A scrawny, pale arm had emerged from somewhere amid the dogpile (literally) and was now groping around in search of the 'Gear. Looked like Heather was alive under there after all.]}

Hmghghh... where're you, dumb ... dumb thing.

MREEP MREEP MREEP

_{[Her hand encountered the roly-poly form of a sleeping Totodile and shoved him to the side unceremoniously before finally getting to the actual 'Gear.]}

Ugh, there you are... _{[Sitting up and making Cujo slide off the bed with an elegant thump, Heather stared blearily at the 'Gear and shut off the alarm. Ugh what time was i-- ... OH HEY IT WAS SATURDAY. FUCK YEAH, SNOW TIME.]}

[The 'Gear was dropped briefly onto the bed once more and the sleepy Pokemon came awake with various stretches and growls as their Trainer hopped around, one-handedly tugging on her (un-eaten) boots and a fresh-from-the-department-store new coat-- yeah, it was finally too cold for her to continue going sleeveless.]

--C'mon, Cooj!

_{[The Growlithe struggled out of the blankets he had wrapped himself in with an excited woof and Heather grabbed up the 'Gear again, turning the radio on as she headed for the door, one mitten in her mouth.]}

Ghotta getd'guys...

_{[Stamping one foot a little harder than the other to get her heel more firmly down into position, Heather clomped over to the door to Liquid and Otacon's room and raised her fist to knock obnoxiously as usua--- .... oh.]}

[Oh yeah.]

[Deflating, she lowered her fist sheepishly. There were already new people in that room and she'd just come preeeetty close to waking them up at like nine in the morning. Aawwwkward.]

--And the weather's just getting colder, citizens of Johto, so us here at the weather department would like to advise you all to stay bundled up indoors instead of trying to go out today! _{[--buzzed the weatherman's voice over the 'Gear's radio. Frowning down at the screen, Heather sank back to lean against the hallway's wall and heaved a big sigh.]}

.... Hnm. Maybe we should just...

_{[She trailed off there to look down at Cujo, who was staring adoringly up to her and wagging his entire body more than he was actually wagging his tail. WALK?? WALK? WALK?! OHPLEASE? circle?]}

.... Ugh, you know what?

Screw the cold. _{[... And screw the absence of Otacon and Liquid. Snake had said their being gone was no reason why they couldn't have a good time back here in Goldenrod, right?]}

[Jutting her chin out stubbornly, Heather pulled on her hat.]

_{[ooc: ACTION FOR THOSE IN GOLDENROD. Feel free to encounter Heather out in the snow if your character is hardcore enough to be trying to be out there on a day like this. Or feel free to try and stop her. EITHER OR.]}

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[You're all over reacting, Artemis is looking pretty pleased today (which is new) as he strolls down the unusually quiet streets of Goldenrod, wrapped up nice and warm. (http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n16/Itako_No_Dragon/winterwear.png)

His Pokémon have rejected the snow and are staying in their PokéBalls, aside from Styx the Shuppet who is floating around in a constant state of 'OMG SNOW', hurling snowballs and deliberately making those on the ice slip, and of course, Diana, who is ~~wading through snow~~ trotting briskly by his side because their 'coats' match colours today and she is somewhat pleased with this.]

_{[Heather spots Artemis before he spots her. Which you know is bad news.]

[TARGET SIGHTED. Heather ducks behind a nearby snowbank. You can probably guess what she's going to do.]

[A few seconds later?]

[A snowball of mysterious origin will come sailing down from above and hit Artemis squarely on top of his head.]

[WHAT DO]}

[THWACK!

WHAT THE FRAGGLE?!

He turns immediately, looking somewhat demented, mismatched eyes wide, his raven hair now resembling a yin-yang picture that's been assaulted with the smudge tool as the cold and wet moves down to cover the back of his neck.

Diana's head darts about looking for the culprit.

Styx is loling so hard.]

_{[He will see-- ... NOTHING! Just the empty, snow-covered streets and powder-frosted buildings occupied by all the people smart enough to stay indoors today.]

[The sidewalks are piled high with it from the brief attempts at plowing the streets, though-- perfect cover for hidden snowball ninjas.]

[Silence reigns.]}

[Scrutinizes the scenery for a moment before brushing the snow from himself, looking pretty peeved.

Casts once last glance around him before trying to continue on his way.]

_{[.... >B)]

[As Artemis continues on his merry, Heather creeps along down the sidewalk after him, still hidden by the piled snow. She's lucky it's there because she didn't bring her box with her.]

[After awhile, once he's hopefully been lulled into a false sense of security... ANOTHER SNOWBALL will come sailing gracefully through the air and into the back of his head.]}

[~~Has Snake taught you nothing? Always bring a box.~~

Artemis stops in his tracks as Diana growls. Growing irritated, which is obvious from his expression, he takes a few calming breaths and then carries on, not bothering to brush the slush from his hair.

Ignore them, Artemis, they'll go away.]

_{[HEY SHE DIDN'T EXPECT ANYONE TO BE OUTSIDE, OKAY?]

[Heather ducks again as he pauses, juuuuust barely peering over the edge of the snow. Her mittened hands are busy crafting another snowball]

[Sorry, Arty. This one's not gonna go away if you ignore it.]

[KERPOW, ANOTHER SNOWBALL.]}

[The boot snowball to the head sends his balance off kilter just as he steps on some ice concealed under all the snow, resulting in him unceremoniously falling with a WHUMP for the part of him that's cushioned by the snow and a KRACK for the part that isn't.]

D'arvit!

[Slowly, he lets out a low, strained noise, sucking air through his teeth before bracing himself and pushing his way off the ground, whitewashed and scuffed.]

_{[She cannot help but let out an audible SNNGHRHGGKKK as Artemis just... falls over. Sorry Arty, but you gotta learn to start fighting back! She'll only tease HARDER if you don't!]

[She stays hidden, though.]}

[Diana heard that! And she is bounding through the snow to get your ass!

Artemis is trying to brush the snow away, the cold agitating all his new sore body parts.]

Well, isn't this just wonderful...

_{[Uh oh, well THAT won't do at all.]

[QUICK--! Heather immediately ducks into a nearby coffee shop and scoots over to one of the chairs, as though she's been sitting there all along. Which of course she has been.]}

[Artemis comes in not soon after, deciding he needs a drink because... Well, he looks like crap now.

He spots Heather in the corner of his eye but tries to pretend he hasn't noticed.

See, he knows how this goes down. He strikes up a conversation, they talk, get into a little back and forth, things so well, then she turns against him, gets pissy, insults him for being rich and leaves.

And lord know he doesn't need that today, so he'll just avoid her and-- wait a second!]

_{[Heather, meanwhile, is SURREPTITIOUSLY WATCHING. ... While pretending to look the other way. She's smart enough not to nail him with a snowball WHILE INDOORS. That'd be too obvious! Soooo she'll just be sitting here. Innocently.]}

[Gives Heather a very scrutinizing look, orders his drink, then walks over to her, looking very unimpressed.]

Heather, do you always come to establishments and loiter around without ordering anything? [Because there's nothing on your table... He glances at her hands, those gloves have the slight remains of snow stuck to them. Yeh, those snowflakes can be like velcro with their jagged edges and lets face it, you don't really do forward planning, do you?]

_{[She raises a PERFECTLY INNOCENT BROW.]

[That is probably very unconvincing, because you guessed it, she DOESN'T plan ahead very well.]}

Just came in to get outta the cold, Arty. What's wrong with that?

[Narrows eyes.] It's Artemis.

[Sips his drink, still stood.]

Businesses tend to view those that come in and occupy space a paying customer could be using with harsh eyes.

_{[SMIIIIIIRK.]}

Well, if they kick me out, they kick me out.

Never have cared much what businesses think.

_{[She leaned back and put her arms behind her head, aloof.]}

[Scowls back, the snow on his coat and in his hair slowly melting in the warm shop.]

I can imagen.

[The Eevee beside him bristles her fur at Heather.]

_{[LIGHTEN UP, ARTY.]}

Anyway, did you wanna ask something?

[I WAS IN A GOOD MOOD!

AND IT'S ARTEMIS, GOD F**KING DAMMIT!]

Why do you feel the need to throw things at the back of my cranium?

'Cause it's funny?

_{[And also because she's mean. There's that too.]}

For yourself, not others.

Well, the POINT is that you're supposed to retaliate. THEN it's funny for you, too.

I'm sorry I can't live up to your expectations, but I think we both know you could have selected someone more suited.

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[action] oh god poor artemis

[action] youre so cruel

[action] I KNOW

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[action] what can I say, we are a bloodthirsty bunch

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