foolishwren | 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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Um... yes? I mean I didn't originally coin the phrase "hootenanny," but I connected the concepts and commented at a comedically appropriate time...

That's what I meant.

Nice one!

... I mean, it was awful, but all puns are awful, so that's sorta the point.

I like puns. When you consider that absurdity is sort of humor's base, and that two words can sound the same but mean very different things, it is extremely funny.

[And someone with childlike emotions and a very rudimentary sense of humor actually does believe this.]

Makes sense to me.

My dad always used to drive me nuts with his puns, but I think at some point, the appreciation rubbed off on me.

So... it would be safe to conclude that you like puns, too?

Sure, yeah.

That sounded strange. Almost as if the alternative was dangerous.

Well, don't you know? I kill and eat anyone who makes wrong conclusions about me.

Incorrect assumptions are delicious.

I didn't know, actually.

How does human flesh taste? I've heard that it's like pork, but I don't actually eat pork.

Kinda like chicken, except bloodier.

... And without those weird gross chunks of cartilage you get in cheap takeout sometimes. Those are nasty.

[At this point, L looks just a tad bit green.]

I'll be back...

[Apparently, he has a somewhat delicate stomach. He's running for the bathroom, only it wasn't anything understandable, something he has a strong aversion to from traumatizing childhood experiences like Heather's boob-barf, but seemingly just the thought of some sort of meats is enough to make L sick. He's darting for the bathroom, retching, before wobbling back. He was pale before; now he looks fairly grey.]

Sorry, where were we? Pork...?

_{[... Oh. Oh, whoops... she didn't mean to do that.]

[... But go ahead and consider it unintentional payback for that Dolly Parton conversation.]

[Still, Heather actually looks a little concerned. Because dude looks like he's about to pass out.]}

Uh-- ... are you okay, man?

Yes, I'm fine. It's just that I haven't eaten much today and I've been feeling lightheaded, and meat makes me a bit squeamish. I suppose that's strange, so... sorry.

Hey, no need to apologize.

_{[You're talking to the girl who threw up because you wouldn't stop talking about boobs, L.]}

I'll, uh... avoid talking about crappy takeout. Probably best for everybody, actually.

Probably best.

I don't like vegetables, either, but they don't make me queasy like meat does.

[L's stomach, newly empty, cries out for sustenance. He pulls a box from somewhere offscreen, and it becomes alarmingly apparent that it is full of straight sugar cubes.]

_{[The more Heather talks to L, the more she's noticing that his diet is the sort a five-year-old left without supervision would choose.]}

... Veggie-hate aside, you sure eating a bunch of sugar is the best idea right after that?

Hm? Why wouldn't it be?

[Heather's assumption is actually alarmingly close to the truth. L's childish in a multitude of ways, but it's probably the most obvious in his dietary choices and "needs."]

You'll make yourself sick again.

_{[Which feels incredibly weird to say to somebody, since usually SHE'S the one who goes WHATEVA WHATEVA I DO WHAT I WANT when it comes to the ol' sweet tooth. Straight-up sugar cubes, though. Damn.]}

No, I won't... I get sick if I don't eat, or if I eat something that isn't in my typical diet...

[Jittery, neurotic, and bizarre, L continues to pop sugar cubes in his mouth. He threw up. HE THREW UP, and it bothers him, and there is a disgusting taste in his mouth that he wants to get rid of ASAP.]

_{[WELL OKAY. She's not his mom, after all. She shrugs.]}

Okay, I guess you can... eat whatever you want.

_{[Little weirdo...]}

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