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.]}

[VIDEO]

_{[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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_{[... this didn't feel like the flo-- ... oh.]}

Uh...

_{[She sort of... absently flops off of his legs once more, half of her still on the bed.]}

... 'sup.

_{[Henry sits up on his knees and looks like he WANTS to help but isn't really sure if he should help Heather back on the bed or help her the rest of the way down to Earth. He's smiling though!]}

I'm so glad you're back.

_{[He looks at the mushy stub of a candle that's oozed all over the side-table. It had gone out. It had done it's job! c: HENRY WAS THE BEST WIZARD.]}

_{[IT'S OKAY HENRY, SHE'S GOT THIS.]

[She starts to twist herself upright, pushing herself onto her elbows. It looks awkward as hell but she's sort of laughing about it, so it can't be TOO uncomfortable.]}

M'glad to BE back... what'd I miss?

You guys didn't have too much fun without me, didja?

_{[Henry looked thoughtful...then shrugged. HE KIND OF SPACED OUT. 8'I SORRY HEATHER.]}

It was pretty awful, actually. I thought you were dead.

Heh... sorry...

_{[JUST A LITTLE SOULLESSNESS, HENRY. NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT.]}

I was sort of afraid somebody else's soul would come in here instead....

_{[He gives Heather a suspicious squint. ARE YOU REALLY HEATHER? ARE YOU?]}

_{[A snort, as she finishes sort of... oozing out of the bed. But thankfully not onto Henry's legs.]}

Don't worry, I'm not gonna spin my head around or spit pea soup at anybody.

Well, if you're sure...wait here.

_{[IT'S NOT LIKE SHE CAN WALK VERY WELL RIGHT NOW, HENRY. The photographer got up and disappeared into the bathroom only to return with a glass of water for the old windpipes!]}

Here.

_{[When he gets back, she's in the process of hauling herself back onto the bed and elbowing an enthusiastic Cujo out of the way-- but she looks up at Henry, a little surprised, and then smiles.]}

Thanks... I'm parched.

_{[She reaches out to take the glass.]}

I bet. You sleep with your mouth open.

_{[ 8I Classy Henry. Always classy. While Heather sleeps he starts trying to peel the melted candle off the edge of the night stand. The hotel management probably wouldn't like that very much.]}

_{[She blinks-- ... then takes a gulp of the water.]}

... I do not.

... I didn't snore, did I?

Yes.

[ :I STRAIGHT FACE. WOULD THIS FACE LIE, HEATHER?]

_{[... NO. NO, IT PROBABLY WOULDN'T.]

[So she just rolls her eyes, grinning.]}

Pfft. Liar.

_{[Tipping her head back, she downs the glass.]}

_{[Well...she had something to drink...she was probably starving. How long had she been out? Henry aches to be useful. These people were letting him bunk up in their room with his smelly hippie self and all.]}

Are you hungry?

_{[Henry reaches under one of the beds and digs out a couple of empty cereal boxes before finding one that still has something in it. It was pink. Bright pink. There was a simple-ass maze on the back and the front was adorned with huge hellish blue eyes. 8I JIGGLY PUFFS. FUCK YEAH.]}

Yeah... yeah, actually. Sorta.

You know how you sometimes feel a little sick when you wake up after not eating for a long time...?

_{[But she lets the question trail off and squints at the box.]}

... What're those?

It's food.

_[NO.]

It makes me think of Lucky Charms, only it's less like dry catfood.

Lucky Charms... shit, it's been over a YEAR since I last had those.

_{[And she IS hungry...]}

_{[Henry sort of shoves the box into Heather's non-glass-holding-hand and sits on one of the beds looking pleased with himself. He'd done all he knew to do.....Now the awkwardness was creeping in. D'B WHAT WAS HE SUPPOSED TO SAY NOW? What did you say to somebody who had their SOUL ripped out of their body by a fucking BUG?]}

_{[She takes the box and looks around briefly for a bowl-- before deciding YOU KNOW WHAT? Fuck this. She's eating straight from the box. >8I]

[Reaching in and snagging a handful, she leans back and pops a few into her mouth.]}

... Wanna watch TV?

...Sure!

_{[8I Henry hadn't watched TV in ages! He didn't even know what kind of TVshows played in this world.]}

Your dad...he doesn't talk very much.

_{[Henry liked Harry as much as he liked Heather, but the writer didn't say much and without the air full of some kind of human sound, Henry got antsy. Back home there was always a sort of static in the air, be it the traffic outside (which there was none of here) or Richard bitching about something through the walls.]}

_{[She does a sort of lame little twist to see if she can find it-- but she's not really up to ... moving around, much.]}

Mph-- where's the remote...?

And... yeah, heh. He's never exactly been a social butterfly. _{[She reaches in and grabs another handful of the cereal to munch on.]} He's always spent more time cooped up writing than out and about...

...................Iunno. _{[Henry didn't...touch the things in the room much <8I He was a little like a new kitten who hadn't yet decided the washing machine was not, in fact, a monster.]}

I can kind of understand.

Yeah... we kinda had to move around a lot when I was little.... never got to know any of our neighbors. _{[Mostly because of Harry's justifiable paranoia.]

[Grimacing, Heather investigates the bedside table between the two beds-- and directly behind Henry's head. Is it there? 8(]}

I practically had to drag him outta the house sometimes.

_{[AND THERE IT WAS because Henry sure as hell didn't do a lot of looking.]}

I guess I can understand. I like being inside.

_{[FUCK NATURE.]}

_{[SUCCESS. C:]

[Heather grabs up the remote and squints at it a second or two.]}

I think you and Dad are gonna get along great, then.

... If you haven't already, I mean.

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