foolishwren | 47. Video/Action (backdated to earlyish Thursday)

_{[... What? Heather? In the Pokemon Center? Again? SURELY YOU JEST. She didn't get her ass kicked by a crazy robber again or anything, did she?]

[For anyone around the Goldenrod Pokemon Center, it looks like Heather's waiting around in the lobby, off in one of the pink, cushiony seats in the corner, trying to look as unobtrusive as possible. Her Totodile is wallowing around beside her on another seat, teething on one of those Pokemon fashion magazines they always seem to have in bulk. And by 'teething', I mostly just mean eating.]

[Heather doesn't look too interested in keeping him out of trouble, though.]

[This would probably have to do with the fact that both of her hands are heavily bandaged and laid in her lap with painstaking gingerness. She's had much worse, but... still hurt. And she was tired. And despite all outward appearances, the knowledge she'd gained on Sunday night wasn't hurting her any less.]

[But yes... ever the mother hen, Phoenix finally bullied her into going in to get those pulverized hands looked at. Not like she wasn't gonna anyway, but... well. She couldn't exactly go back to work without getting them checked out, could she? So she's waiting on an opening-- the Center's pretty busy what with the stocking of emergency snowstorm supplies and all-- not to mention countless natives rushing to get checkups for their Pokemon before the weather turned wicked.]}

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_{[What do you do when you've been sort of scarce for the past few days, and you're stuck with nothing to do? ... GO ON THE NETWORK, of course!]

[The feed fizzles on, showing off a tired, tiiiired Heather. Her eyes look even puffier than normal-- they're red-rimmed. Almost looks like she's been crying, but THAT'S JUST SILLY. She's obviously just really, really tired, am I right, folks?]

[Still, she offers her usual crooked grin to the camera, and it looks no less genuine than normal.]}

'Sup, Johto.

So uh... considering I work in the department store here, I've pretty much got access to all kinds of stuff that isn't sold much in other stores. So, in the spirit of the season... what do you guys want for Christmas? _{[She's addressing her friends, of course-- anyone else who tries to get anything out of her might well succeed... though it might not be what they want.]} No guarantees or anything, but I oughta get my shopping out of the way before the place fills up with crazy shoppers and blows sky-high.

Also, uh... weather's lookin' pretty bad, so... all you dudes who were planning on traveling, either hurry up or stay put.

I'm pretty sure none of us want this to wind up being Flood 2: The Freezing or some crap.

So none of you go and get dumb ideas about getting lost in the wilderness in this, okay? _{[SHE'S LOOKIN' AT YOU, TRAVELING PARTIES. Literally-- she lifts a bandaged hand and does that 'I see what you did there' motion, pointing to her eyes and then to the camera-- ... and then she remembers that whoops, her hands are bandaged like a wolverine attacked them and maybe it's not the best idea to flash them in front of the screen in front of a bunch of people who she just KNOWS will freak-- o-okay she'll just put it back down and carry on like there's nothing out of the ordinary. SO SHE DOES.]}

Also, anyone with Totodiles out there, I need tips.

'Zilla's started gnawing the bedstand in my room and I need him to stop-- but I don't think using a spraybottle on him is gonna work, 'cause... yeeeeaaah.

Advice?

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[He curls his lip a bit at that -- what the heck, nurses, can you not see she needs immediate medical attention?! -- but instead of a snide remark, he just sighs wearily and ruffles her hair.]

How long have you been waiting?

_{[SHUT UP PHOENIX, THEY'VE BEEN FINE FOR TWO DAYS, THEY'RE NOT GONNA GET GANGRENE AND FALL OFF IF THE NURSES TAKE AWHILE. Besides, Heather's perfectly happy to stay waiting by the door... she doesn't like dealing with nurses. Especially not anymore.]

[She ducks her head a little under the hair-ruffle, just on principal, but she doesn't mind so much.]}

'Bout half an hour...

[Phoenix is still very disappoint. They had plenty of workers here, didn't they? Grumble, grumble...

When she ducks, he can't help but quirk an affectionate grin -- Maya would sometimes do that, too, back at home -- but it's quickly replaced by a grimace when he hears how long she's been waiting. Well.]

...well, I'm sure they'll get to you soon.

_{[PFFFT PHOENIX IT'S HALF AN HOUR, IT'S NOT THAT BAD. She had to wait seven years before she got any relief the last time she was in a hospital for injuries, after a-- /SHOT]}

It's fine. Not really their fault.

_{[That's a pretty big statement coming from Heather-- she HATES hospitals...]}

[BUT HE DOES NOT KNOW THAT, DOES HE? So, here, have him still giving the nurses a rather cold look.] If you say so.

_{[OH PHOENIX. She nudges him with an elbow.]}

Your face'll stick that way if you keep that up.

_{[Because she's... totally not one to talk, with all the faces SHE made at people whenever she was pissed off.]}

[...pfffft. He rolls his eyes. Grinning a bit.]

Since when were you my mother?

_{[She wrinkles her nose at the thought.]}

I'm not anybody's mother.

I'm the cool aunt who gets away with teaching people bad behavior before they go back to their parents.

...and that's something to be PROUD of?

Hey, you're talking to me, remember?

47. Video/Action (backdated to earlyish Thursday)

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[action] why am I sitting here making Heather icons...

[action] Because she's infected your brain