foolishwren | 71. [Action/Video] Backdated to Sunday afternoon.

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71. [Action/Video] Backdated to Sunday afternoon.

_{[You know when you wake up and you feel like there's a leaden weight sitting on your chest, stopping you from moving? Most of the time when that happens, it's because of sleep paralysis. Somewhat less of the time, it's a close encounter of the third kind. ... This time, however, it's a very large Furret curled up neatly in the middle of Heather's chest, taking advantage of the fact that her trainer both produces heat and is stationary and comfortable, AND of the fact that there is currently a brief moment in which nobody is looking over in this direction to shoo her away.]

[... Except that Heather's not going to be stationary much longer.]

[The first thing that happens that disrupts the vacant, sleeping stupor of Heather's face is a wince and a scrunched nose, because fluffy Furret tails are not the best things to have brushing up against your nostrils when you're coming out of a deep sleep.]}

Nhngngnh...

_{[Ffffh what was-- what. Oh, ow. Opening eyes that haven't seen light in a good seven days kind of hurts. And trying to talk through a throat that hasn't made a single noise kind of hurts too, which is why all that Heather manages at first is a sort of croak.]

[But that croak is enough to get SOMEBODY'S attention.]

[From the foot of the bed, Cujo snorts into wakefulness from where he's been faithfully sleeping on his trainer's ankles. With a deep wuff, he surges to his feet and joyfully clambers over the blanketed body, stepping on Arty and causing her to vacate her perch atop Heather's chest with an indignant hiss, until he's standing over her with a great big doggy smile and a paw on either side of her.]

[Heather squints up at him, scrunching up her face. On one hand, the sight of those floppy orange ears and big black nose is one for sore eyes, but on the other... oh god does she not want to see a dog right now after the kinds of dreams she'd been having...]

[Coughing and lifting her arms weakly, she tries to shove him away long enough for her to get her bearings.]}

Cooj, gimme some spac-- acklPHTHG OFF.

_{[No force in this world or any other could stop Cujo from greeting his favorite human being's return to wakefulness with lots of licking. Startled into a slightly more awake state, Heather makes a still-sleepy noise of disgust and shoves feebly at the Growlithe, scooting away.]}

Dammit, mutt, I mean i--

_{[Turns out, trying to slip out of bed after not moving for a week? Hurts, too. WHOMP. Face, meet hotel room floor. And possibly part of Henry's sleeping bag.]}

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_{[A few minutes later, presumably after proving sufficiently to her father that she's not DEAD, the feed clicks on, revealing a very, very bedraggled Heather who looks like she went a week WITHOUT sleeping instead of spending the whole time unconscious.]}

Mornin'.... what'd I miss?

_{[ooc: Because the nightmare threads will likely affect CR pretty strongly, I'll tag them as long as anybody wants/it takes them to be finished! I'm also fine with discussing their outcomes, though, if anyone needs a conclusion right away.]}

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_{[A bleary (but not half-hearted) grin.]}

Sure did. Just took my time, s'all.

Need to work on your timing. Even the Autobot with the bad hip got back before you.

Psh, never heard the phrase 'Slow and steady wins the race' before? _{[Not even a week of nonstop nightmares can quite put a damper on Heather's humor, as her tone indicates.]

[But his remark about getting back first makes her squint thoughtfully. ... Hadn't she seen...?]}

... Y'know, I think you were in a dream of mine...

Yeah. That is a lie.

[Because seriously, Ironhide is the slowest Autobot ever. He has never won a race.]

[He frowns.]

... Yeah. Yeah, you too. Blowing up buildings in an amusement park.

... Yeah, it is, but. Y'know. Still. _{[She can't help that the nightmares she'd had to wade through all week long were slow as molasses!]

[Still, the grin she'd been wearing fades into a more thoughtful look when he confirms what she'd already been suspecting, based on what she could remember...]}

... So you were there.

_{[It wasn't that Heather never dreamed of the people she knew here... she'd had more than a few dreams, both good and bad, involving the many faces she'd become acquainted with since arriving in Johto. ... But the vividness, and uniqueness of these dreams... some of them even involving people she'd never talked to... yeah. That wasn't normal. There was more to it than just restless dreams of her own...]}

Uh huh.

[He still looks skeptical. Until she speaks again. Then Ironhide only nods -- somberly.]

Others have noticed it too. Seeing people in their... memories. Dreams. Whatever it is we call them. Saw a few in mine.

[All those... lovely memories.]

I ... guess it must've had to do with losing our souls... _{[She winces for a second, rubbing her temples. Now that she thinks of it... she remembers seeing him somewhere else, too... somewhere other than her own rusty old dreams. Somewhere sad.]}

... I guess on any other occasion I'd have been pretty freaked at people getting to look into my head, but... judging from the other things I saw out there, I'm not the only one who has real bad dreams.

_{[Another pause... then a half-grin.]}

But for the record... that turned into a GOOD dream when YOU showed up.

[He has to stop himself from putting a hand to his chest when she says that. It's sort of instinctive, at this point.]

So I have heard.

[He's quiet a moment again, just listening, with his head canted to one side. A gesture that looks more robotic than anything.]

No. You are not. There are... few good memory files in this old processor anymore.

... except for when I get to blow a few things up.

... Yeah, I sorta figured as much...

_{[It hadn't quite occurred to her before, but... Ironhide didn't seem like the happiest guy. And he'd said things to that effect, in that dream world...]

[She pauses a moment, because... yeah, discussing how you'd seen a person in your dreams? A LITTLE AWKWARD.]}

... Those cannons were awesome.

Smart kid.

[If he notices the pause, he doesn't remark on it. He probably figures it's just one of those things. But that quickly doesn't matter, because he's grinning.]

Hah! Yeah. I know. Designed them myself.

Dude, if I thought I could get away with building guns in this world without having a police officer teleport into the room and haul me off in cuffs, I'd ask you to show me how you did it.

If there were any decent components around here, I could do it in my recharge...

[Hold up.]

Officers do what?

... What? ... OH. Teleport? ... Well, that was a bit of an exaggeration, but there are Pokemon around here that can do that...

_{[The Abra she'd watched Otacon flail all over the place in the process of capturing came to mind...]}

Yeah, and so can the enemy back home. The law enforcement... they really do it too?

... Well, I was basically joking, but... I guess feasibly yeah, they could.

... Shit, I didn't mean that seriously but now I'm creeped.

...

[Ironhide suddenly has a calculating, slightly devious look about him. If he were about five tons heavier, that look would be utterly terrifying.]

... Know if there's anywhere to get a hold of metals? Tools?

_{[NOW THAT SHE'S SEEN WHAT HE REALLY LOOKS LIKE, SHE CAN APPRECIATE THIS.]}

... Uhhh....

_{[A pause.]}

... There's a pretty huge storage basement under the department store in Goldenrod.

[His expression gets a shade more thoughtful.]

... How far is Goldenrod from Violet?

Um... depends on if you can take the shortcut or if you have to detour to Azalea first.

If it's the former, it's maybe... three or four days to a week?

If it's the latter... two, maybe three weeks.

[His expression darkens.]

... Hmnf. Great.

... Something to keep in mind when you DO get there, though!

...

[He just shakes his head -- Heather, you make him so very amused.]

_{[SHE'S HERE TILL TUESDAY-- TIP YOUR WAITRESSES.]}

Anyway... so you can seriously turn into a truck back where you come from? That wasn't just some crazy thing my dream threw in for kicks, was it?

Yeah. I can. All of our kind have a vehicle mode. Just part of being who we are.

Aw, sweet.

Can any of you turn into motorcycles?

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