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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_{[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.

Oh. We get along fine.

_{[Or he HOPED they did. Harry hadn't said a single unkind word to him so far.]}

This is actually the first time I've stayed in a room with anyone since collage. _{[Henry stares awkwardly at their reflection in the TV]} I wasn't sure what to expect.

Really?

_{[She locates the power button at last and flips the TV on. There's some newscaster talking about berries.]}

Did you think we were gonna be like... holding wild parties and shit?

_{[Henry would do well to pay attention to that news story BUT HE DOESN'T because Heather.]}

Not...really. I just, y'know, didn't know.

_{[He suddenly remembers something. Heather was awake! That meant he could have that poke'ball back! Without a word, he sort of half-dives under the bed Heather had been laying on and fumbles around under it. Soon, he surfaces with the ball in-hand.]}

But I think you're nice.

Nice? Even after I fell off a roof on you?

_{[Her back protests as she leans to the side a little to see what the hell he's going after, raising a brow.]}

... What's that you got there?

Well, it's not like you did that on purpose...._right? Um. I dropped this poke'ball the night your dad brought your body in here. It rolled under your bed.

_{[He hoped that explained it.]}

I almost forgot it was there.

I don't like falling off of stuff, so yeah, that was pretty unintentional. _{[She scoots back a little bit, resettling herself against the pillows.]}

And, uh... you could've gotten it, y'know... I was pretty much dead to the world. ... Or was Dad like, STAY AWAY FROM THAT BED or something.

_{[She was pretty sure he trusted Henry though... he'd never have let him stay in a room with his comatose daughter otherwise.]}

_{[Henry rubs his neck.]}

He never said anything like that...but I didn't want to risk upsetting him.

Well, he is pretty protective... but he likes you.

Anyway... tell me when you see something you like, okay? I'm not picky. _{[She just wanted to watch... SOMETHING that wasn't visions from her own subconscious. She's flicking through the channels.]}

_{[Henry nodded. He as glad to know Harry liked him. He was glad Heather liked him too. ;-; OH, God, SANE PEOPLE THAT LIKED HIM. He still hadn't gotten entirely used to that idea.]}

Okay.

_{[Blabbermouth Henry, though, wouldn't actually pipe up. Because...words. But when a particularly brainless-looking flash cartoon featuring a couple of voltorbs slurring at each other passed, he perked up. 8I THIS PLACE HAD STONER SHOWS OMG OMG OMG.]}

_{[NOT EVERYBODY CONNECTED TO SILENT HILL IS FUCKED-UP AND EVIL.]

[She continues surfing past the channels until the cartoon comes up, whereupon she notes Henry's reaction and puts the remote down. ... Oh god, it was like that late-night Cartoon Network stuff. ... That Heather never actually really watched because CABLE? IN THE MASON HOUSE? PSSHAAAAAWWWWWW.]}

... Well, if I didn't know there had to be stoners in Johto before, I sure do now.

_{[Henry didn't complain. He just put his hands in his lap and tried not to look as interested in the cartoon as he was. Good memories. Something...from home!]}

Heh. Yeah.

_{[I DON'T GET HIGH AND WATCH MY CEILING FAN WHAT ARE YOU EVEN TALKING ABOUT]}

_{[Stoner humor is universal.]

[In any case, Heather can deal with high, badly-animated Voltorbs talking to each other. So she puts the remote down and just settles back to watch with half-shut eyes.]}

_{[Henry actually leans forward a little. The fact that this world had entertainment and stupid jokes revolving around its culture suddenly fascinated him. He watches for quite a while in complete silence.]}

...I'm pretty sure experience points is supposed to be dirty some how.

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