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Heather Mason ([personal profile] foolishwren) wrote2011-01-09 01:49 am

51. Video

[When the feed blinks on, it's snowing.]

[More specifically, it's snowing outside-- the vantage point is high, aiming downwards from the fourth-story window of Heather's hotel room at the street corner below. The snowflakes are thick and fat and have been coming down for awhile.]

[Heather is nowhere to be seen-- looks like she's the one holding the camera. Her voice, however, is clearly recognizable, albeit it's hushed-- and there's a couple of other voices in the background, too..]


Hit record. Hit record, dammi--

Okay-- okay, shut up, Liquid, I'm filming.

HHEM.

Sup, Johto?

It's just a little past one-thirty in the morning. It's snowing, and we have made a discovery.

[Around this point, another voice cuts in-- one belonging to a familiar disapproving scientist.]

Heather, this really isn't something you should be broadcasting, think of those peop--


THAT DISCOVERY is that a certain street-corner is a one-ingredient recipe for destruction. Please observe.

[The camera zooms in on a corner of the sidewalk down below-- it looks innocuous enough, but hey, look at that rich, snooty-looking lady walking down the sidewalk! She's got a fashionable-looking PokeGear pinched between her shoulder and ear, and her arms are full of shopping bags. A live Furret appears to be wrapped around her neck.]

[When Heather speaks, her voice is full of barely-restrained laughter.]


She has.

No.

Idea.

That her life is about to be changed forever.

[The camera follows the woman's progress as she heads down the sidewalk-- and then, as she steps off the curb to cross the street at the corner... her feet go out from under her, her bags fly in the air, and she lands on her back on the ground, sliding gracefully across the street. The Furret, now puffed-up and horrified, trails behind her.]

[Meanwhile, there's a small explosion of muffled laughter from off-screen that continues for the entire period of time that the woman tries-- and continually fails-- to collect her bags and get up.]


AHAHAHH! Right on her ARSE!

Liquid, don't encourage her--


Ohoho my god, she just keeps falling down!

Heather, that's-- pfffhhah-- AHEM. Heather, that's NOT funny. It's-- pffff


Look-- wait-- I think she's gonna make it-- she's gonna-- ... no she's not.

[EVENTUALLY, the woman finally struggles upright and carries on her way huffily-- but the video goes onwards.]

[For those staying on Heather's channel, they will be treated to footage of many individuals-- random teenagers, businessmen, even a traveling Nurse Joy-- all coming face to face with the dreaded Icy Corner and losing the battle in various hilarious, slapstick ways.]

[And then, eventually ... A certain individual of note comes walking down the street. Who could it be? Well, Heather doesn't recognize him (considering the circumstances under which they met), although he'd certainly recognize her if he saw her...]




[The camera zooms in on him, shakily.]

Oh my god. Oh my god. It's a policeman.

Is he prepared.

HEATHER. Do you have NO respec--

--To meet the Corner of Doom?

You are a sadistic child.

Let's find out.





Wait for it...




[The feed's audio is dominated by three hushed voices laughing hysterically before it cuts out.]





[ooc: Green is Otacon, Orange is Liquid, normal is Heather.]

[video] Because Larry is in need of some trouble...

[identity profile] itsthebutz.livejournal.com 2011-01-09 10:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Larry's response comes a little bit after Officer Jerry's magnificent display-] OOOOOHHH! That had to hurt! [-and he's getting a good laugh out of this.

But wait.

If Heather's still watching the street, she might see the Butz himself waltzing up toward the corner, attention focused on the 'Gear and not what's front of him. Because clearly, Larry wasn't paying too much attention to the location itself.]

[video] Not as amazing as Jerry! 1/4

[identity profile] itsthebutz.livejournal.com 2011-01-09 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Huh? Wha--?

[video]

[identity profile] itsthebutz.livejournal.com 2011-01-09 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[A mortified expression appears on Larry's face as he feels himself losing control of his feet.]

Oh go--

[video]

[identity profile] itsthebutz.livejournal.com 2011-01-09 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[Larry disappears from the 'Gear's screen as he attempts to regain his balance.

However, it's a lost cause because he is beyond saving now.]

[video] 4/4

[identity profile] itsthebutz.livejournal.com 2011-01-09 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sliding a little further into the street, Larry's feet come out from under him. As he makes his descent, the 'Gear flies out of his hand into a pile of snow nearby, and he lands hard on his back.

It probably looked glorious.]

[video]

[identity profile] itsthebutz.livejournal.com 2011-01-09 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[Nooooooo blackmail material...

Larry lies motionless for a minute or two, groaning at the shooting pain going down his back. Good thing he's still pretty young though, he'll be alright. His bones are not brittle yet!]


I guess it's not as funny when it happens to you.

[Finally, he stumbles to his feet and takes a step toward the sound of Heather's laughing...

Only to slip yet again and land on his stomach.]

[video]

[identity profile] itsthebutz.livejournal.com 2011-01-10 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well, at least he didn't bust his chin open. He whimpers a bit.]

You were a little late though.

[Deciding that walking isn't going to work, Larry slide-crawls over to the snow drift to grab his 'Gear. He then shuffles to his feet once more, out of the ice's path.

Finally, Larry appears once again! And he looks very embarrassed. Why life. Why.]


Definitely gonna feel that in the morning.
Edited 2011-01-10 18:18 (UTC)

[video] 1/2

[identity profile] itsthebutz.livejournal.com 2011-01-10 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Docu...

[video]

[identity profile] itsthebutz.livejournal.com 2011-01-11 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
I... I OBJECT!

[And he's pointing dramatically at the 'Gear. Oh god Phoenix has rubbed off on him.]