foolishwren | 75. [Video/Action for Olivine City] Backdated to Saturday morning + afternoon

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75. [Video/Action for Olivine City] Backdated to Saturday morning + afternoon

_{[So something happened that morning. Something ... owly.]

[What, exactly, do you do when you suddenly find yourself in possession of way more fluffy spherical owls than anyone would know what to do with?]

[... TRY AND MAKE SOME MONEY OFF OF THEM, OF COURSE!]

[Anyone in Olivine City, whether they've settled down with a house or are just staying there temporarily, may witness a rather odd sight on this sunny Saturday afternoon.]

[A teenage girl and a scruffy twenty-something man, toting bold-printed signs and... what seems to be a large red wagon full of Hoothoots]

[Behind them, a rambunctious oversized Growlithe, and-- a little further back-- a middle-aged fellow in a brown coat (despite the summer heat), toting a Togepi and a Pichu and keeping his distance, because it's totally uncool for a parent to walk right next to the kids while they're trick-or-treating (although either he or one of the Pokemon would seem to be filming them surreptitiously with the 'Gear on and off, judging by the snippets of Hoothoot Sale Adventures occasionally popping up on the network).]

[... Or in this case, being the best little owl salesmen ever. Even if Henry doesn't particularly look like he wants to be there. Still, the little parade almost looks like it needs some kind of ridiculous owl-selling theme music.]

[Throughout the day, if anyone has a residence in Olivine, they may have THIS show up on their doorstep:]}

_{[... And the girl will glance over at her companion, see that he's not planning on speaking up, and then clear her throat loudly.]}

HEY there, good sir and-or madam!

Would you like to buy an owl?

[ooc: Anyone over the network is free to purchase their own adorable roly-poly spherical owl for 500P! It's assumed that any left will be sold to people here and there in Olivine. Except for the derpiest two. Heather has special recipients in mind for those.]

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Well, he kinda is... _{[To be fair, it had probably been a pretty big shock to open that bag and be confronted with a SMALL ARMY of big glowy eyes.]} But he's also totally out of it all the time so he probably thinks my bag is a magical portal to the Owl Dimension or something...

_{[But then Heather beams.]}

'Course you can!

Aren't they just the cutest?

...out of it? Do you mean he's on drugs? [That would explain so much.

She smiles a little and nods.]

They're adorable.

_{[It really would, wouldn't it.]

[She lowers her voice a little conspiratorially.]}

Well, I've never seen him find anything around here, but... _{[DUDE WAS STONED. ALL THE TIME. ... Or he acted like it, anyway. Maybe it was just severe social awkwardness.]}

Anyway! We'd love to letcha have one! Be nice if they could go to people we know personally, anyway.

[Lowering her voice too, she whispered.]

He seems pretty bad, if he is. But where would he get that here?

[Back to an ordinary volume!]

It makes it easier to make sure that nothing bad's going on, anyway.

No idea... maybe he doesn't. He's also just... y'know, really awkward. _{[Even more awkward than ANGELA. Which was quite a feat.]} 'Sides, pretty sure that stuff wouldn't get past Dad.

_{[Harry Mason thinks drugs are in BAD TASTE. >8(]}

Anyway! I bet you'll take good care of it. They're... not that high-maintenance, really.

Your dad's with you too... that's right, I talked to him.

[WHY ARE YOU TRAVELLING WITH TWO MEN, HEATHER? YOU BETTER BE CARRYING A KNIFE OR SOMETHING.]

_{[FORTUNATELY HEATHER'S FATHER IS A REAL FATHER. NOT... WHATEVER THE HELL YOU CAN CALL WHAT ANGELA'S WAS.]

[And Henry is... Henry. Kind of a non-issue there.]}

You did?

Yeah, Dad got here a few months ago!

_{[Even now, Heather still sounds excited about the fact that that happened.]}

[She peers suspiciously at Heather's image on the screen for a moment before nodding.]

He talked to me when I came back. You must have missed him.

_{[If Heather notices that suspicion, she doesn't seem to acknowledge it...]}

I must've been out when he was talkin' to you. I'm glad he did, though.

I was actually thinkin' ... y'know, if you wanted to stick with us when we eventually wind up in the same place... none of us would mind having another person on the road.

_{[... Except maybe Henry but that's because he's scared of everybody.]}

I- I'd probably just slow you down... And besides... I... I don't really feel very comfortable with men around.

[It takes a lot of effort to say that.]

Mind if- if I, uh, wait a while before deciding?

_{[... Oh. Oh. A flicker of understanding flashes across her face briefly-- sort of an 'oh' moment.]}

Oh... I-- ... that's okay. I understand.

Take as much time as you need, okay?

_{[She pauses, not sure if she should... say something to assure Angela of her father's and Henry's good intentions, but figures maybe she should refrain. Wouldn't want to push her.]}

The offer's always open, but we'll... you know. Understand.

Thanks. I'm sorry. [That brief look on Heather's face bothers her and she glances away.]

So are you selling a lot of these owls?

_{[SUBJECT CHANGE. Heather can do that.]}

Yeah, there's like... twenty babies. A lot of people are buying them, but... there's a whole lot left, and all of'm need to find homes...

Poor things. I hope they find homes soon. It must be awful to be in that situation.

Well, they do seem pretty happy...

But yeah, I'll feel better once they all get homes, too.

It'll be less mouths for you to feed too. It can't be easy taking care of twenty babies.

Yeeeeaaah, that's kinda why we had to find homes for all of 'em... not that we're like, totally strapped for cash...

Not to mention, can you imagine all the owl pellets?

I really don't want to imagine that.

[Deadpan.]

I don't think you're really old enough to be a mommy to twenty babies, Heather. It's good that you found a way to find them decent homes, though.

_{[... Angela, you get SO many brownie points in Heather's head. Just for that statement.]

[Which is why, perhaps oddly, she'll be getting a quirky little smile in response.]}

I don't think I'm old enough to be a mommy to anything, so don't worry.

[She doesn't get it, but she smiles back too, a little tentatively.]

Yeah, I agree. You're really not the mommy type. More like the big sister type.

_{[Aww, look at that smile grow. It's so nice being told she WOULDN'T make a good mother!]}

See, that's what I keep telling people!

I'd be like, the worst mom.

Big sister? Fine, I can handle that!

Mom?

NOPE.

[Aww, seeing that smile is nice. Even if she doesn't quite get it.]

A lot of people keep saying you would?

_{[She laughs a little at that, shaking her head and rolling her eyes.]}

You have no idea.

_{[Whether it was innocuous as Minnie Mouse telling her she'd make a good mother, to ... EVERYTHING THAT HAD GONE DOWN AT HOME, it's a surprisingly ridiculous number of people!]}

But you're just a teenager!

[Angela is just oh so surprised to hear that.]

Yeah, you'd think that'd ward people off, but I've been getting this since I was seven.

People, am I right?

_{[... well it's a little more... um... insidious... than she's making it out to be, but HEY, what Angela doesn't know won't hurt her, right?]}