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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_{[Assuming she can get past the over-protective dad, of course! (Don't worry, of course she will).]

[Heather's lying in bed still-- mostly because she was undoubtedly told point blank that she needs to stay there until they're sure she's not going to topple over or something-- but she laughs and returns the hug, albeit a little more weakly than she might have under normal circumstances. She's too tired to give one of her usual rib-crushers...]}

You and me both... I didn't miss anything, did I?

[Happy Aoko is so happy. Both of her friends are awake now.

THIS CALLS FOR A CELEBRATION. Aoko pulls away from the hug, and smiles.]

Kaito's birthday, for one thing. Don't worry, we haven't had the party yet.

_{[The grin doesn't disappear, but it does turn into a bit of a grimace.]}

Aw, shit... his birthday was a few days ago, wasn't it...

Glad to know I at least didn't miss anything.

Yeah. He woke up on his birthday, and we were all pretty tired, so it just sort of....passed. But we can still throw him a party, like we planned!

Good... I'd hate t'miss the thing I'd helped plan for...

We would've waited for you to wake up before throwing the party, don't worry!

Good, 'cause if you hadn't, there'd be some heads rolling right about now...

I'm glad we waited, then.

And besides, it was your idea to get that awful banner. We had to wait for you so you could see Kaito's face when he saw it!

_{[... Oh. Oh yeah. That banner. Oh god.]

[She starts to snicker.]}

I'd NEVER have forgiven you if I didn't get to see that moment.

[She starts to laugh.] Exactly why we waited.

We'll have to get a video camera and record it, so we can enjoy it for all time.

It needs to be preserved in history.

Yes it does! We can record it on the Pokegear!

He'll love us after this party.

If by "love", you mean never want to speak to us again, then yes. He will.

Aw, he'll get over it.

_{[She rubs her eyes, sitting up a little straighter. It was amazing, how being motionless for a week could leave one feeling so drained...]}

Anyway... how's he doin'?

Only after he sulks about it for a while.

[Oh Heather. ;;]

He's doing fine! I bet he'll be happy to see that you're awake.

Good... that's good.

_{[Because... she remembers seeing him in those dreams. And they weren't good dreams.]}

Yeah, I should-- hey, if y'see him, let him know I wanna talk to him, okay? ... Assuming he doesn't see my message first, anyway.

I actually thought he would have by now. But if I see him, I'll definitely let him know!

Well, I didn't post it that long ago...

_{[After all, she'd had to fight her father practically tooth and nail just to be able to use her 'Gear at all instead of 'resting'. C'MON DAD IT'S NOT LIKE IT TAKES ENERGY TO PUSH BUTTONS.]}

Yeah, but you know how fast Kaito can be.

[Oh good god Heather.]

That's true.

But hey, you beat him to it.

Yeah, but he'll probably come in a close second. [Very close.]

If I had a stop-watch, I'd start timing...

I give him five minutes at the most before he calls you.

Heh, that long?

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