Heather Mason (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
foolishwren) wrote2011-06-27 11:00 pm
foolishwren) wrote2011-06-27 11:00 pm
Entry tags:
- *999: lotus,
- *ace attorney: shelly de killer,
- *danny phantom: danny phantom,
- *dcmk: aoko nakamori,
- *dcmk: kaito kuroba,
- *death note: l,
- *fairy tail: ur,
- *fullmetal alchemist: envy,
- *metal gear solid: hal 'otacon' emmerich,
- *metal gear solid: huey emmerich,
- *persona 3: ken amada,
- *shin megami tensei: midori komaki,
- *silence of the lambs: hannibal lecter,
- *silent hill: harry mason,
- *silent hill: henry townshend,
- *the princess and the frog: charlotte la,
- *transformers (movie): ironhide,
- *twin peaks: dale cooper,
- *yu-gi-oh!: bakura,
- *yu-gi-oh!: crow hogan,
- a winner is me,
- action,
- aftermath,
- all's well that ends well,
- arty,
- back in action,
- blankets are trying to eat me,
- cujo,
- dammit cooj,
- dead on my feet,
- faceplanting imminent,
- furret,
- growlithe,
- ic,
- looking good kid,
- olivine city,
- silent hill survivors club,
- video,
- well that was fun
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.]
[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.]
[... 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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I'm glad to be back too. [A slight pause.] He was out too, for a while. Woke up shortly before I came back. I don't know if he knows you were out or not.
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I'm pretty sure he knew...
[After all... she'd seen him in those dreams.]
Anyway... I think... that mess is over.
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Aw, you know us. We'll survive anything.
But yeah... I think everybody's okay now.
Video
[He gives her a grin of his own, slightly wicked.]
Although maybe I'd have been able to stop you getting in trouble to begin with.
I'm glad you're alright. Both of you.
Video
Nah, if my own dad couldn't stop me from doing it, pretty sure not even Hal's dad could.
[Harry Mason was a worrywart to the extreme, after all... and after THIS little incident, Heather's pretty sure he's got like, at least twenty brand new gray hairs on his head.]
... Maybe if you combined your efforts...
Video
[A pause.]
Ah-? [Hold on...] He came back? Congratulations!
Video
[... Hey, wait a sec...]
... Hal told you Dad was here before?
[... She supposes that's not TOO surprising, given the circumstances...]
Video
[...]
No. You did. Remember? You were sad over it, when he vanished. And I didn't know what to say.
Video
Sorry... it's been awhile, I kinda forgot who I told and who I didn't... [She grins weakly.]
He got here a couple months ago.
... This time he knew who I was.
Video
[Ah, that makes him smile brightly and speak with honest pleasure in his voice.]
I'm happy for you, Heather! I really am.
Video
Thanks... believe me, I'm happy for me, too.
This time I'm doing it right.
Video
[The way the man had talked when he spoke to him. Accused him of being a dream and of wanting to blame him.]
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I don't-- you mean during all this? ... I ... I don't know. I haven't talked to him yet... not since I woke up...
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[She knows what he's talking about, apparently-- sighing heavily, she rubs her temples, squinching her eyes shut for a moment.]
Hal... is... well, he blames himself for a lot of things. ... He's the smartest person I know, but when he gets all guilt-complexy he wouldn't listen to reason if you stripped it naked and hit him in the face with it.
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Dammit, this is all my fault.
[Guess who else has guilt complexes?]
I'll see if I can't convince him otherwise. I'm as stubborn as he is, after all.
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I've never met anybody more stubborn than me and I sure couldn't get through to him...
[... Of course, she's pretty sure that if anyone could get through to Hal, it was probably his dad.]
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I'm going to try, anyway.
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... I know he's glad to have you back. Even if he didn't act like it.
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Hell, no.
You mean the world to him.
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[Inwardly, something squirms-- she knows what Huey is destined to do... poor sucker... But she can't-- won't-- talk about that.]
That you and your dad weren't close, I mean.
Video
Even if his dislike of deep water hadn't been prominent before, he's not going near any deep water now. At least not in Johto.]
It's alright. To be honest... it wasn't too bad, once. He was kind of a workaholic, but I was really proud of him.
...then I found out what he did. [His voice turns a little dark.]
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