foolishwren | 82. [Video] Backdated to November 1st!

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82. [Video] Backdated to November 1st!

_{[It's about eight in the morning, the day after Halloween night. Juuuuust the right time for the bright early-morning sun to be shining in through everybody's windows. The Ecruteak Inn in particular is RIGHT in the perfect place for that light to be blaring in, which is why the first thing that shows on the screen (accompanied by the scrapes and jitters of somebody picking the 'Gear up) are the bright white bars of sunlight across the wooden inn-room floor.]

[The next thing it shows is ALSO covered in the bars of sunlight, but it's so BRIGHT that the glare actually maxes out the screen's capacity for a second or two before it adjusts and shows that the gleam is actually the sunlight reflecting in a million little points off of what seems to be a fairly impressive pile of NOT candy like one might expect there to be on somebody's floor after a successful night of trick-or-treating, but... shiny... things?]

[Yes. Shiny things. All kinds. Eyeglasses, doorknobs, strings of still-lit decorative Halloween lights, a genuine police badge, a set of handcuffs, a roll of foil tinsel, some well-polished pots and pans, small hand-held mirrors, coins of all shapes and sizes, more than a few pieces of (gulp) expensive-looking jewelry, a weathervane, several articles of clothing studded with those fake rhinestones, bottles of glitter (as one may imagine, the glitter is now EVERYWHERE), flashlights of all shapes and sizes (all of them are still turned on), a large (and opened) tube of "Sparkle Fun" toothpaste, what appears to be a small army of glossy Mr. Mime-shaped garden gnomes...]

[And that's just the tip of the iceberg. Somebody was productive last night.]

[The unmistakeable sound of a panting dog suddenly invades the speakers and a giant orange blur passes in front of the screen briefly, accompanied by the click-click-click of blunt claws on hardwood.Then the sound of licking, followed by a hoarse groan.]}

Nnngh....

_{[Around this point, the view begins to zoom out. .... Erratically and jerkily, like the most poorly-filmed dramatic zoom-out in history, because instead of using the zoom button, the camera-holder is literally scooting backwards across the floor on his butt, all the way to his sleeping bag. Only then is the whole scene revealed.]

[Sprawled across the sparkly spoils of their night on the town are two very, VERY tired teens, now only partially-dressed as the thieving monkey and corvid they started the night out as. Kaito Kuroba is face-down on top of a small, tangled pile of beaded strings (you know, the rainbow-colored kind that hippies hang on their doors), with his monkey-ear headband slid down over the back of his head. And part two of the dastardly duo is flat on her back, half of her poncho rumpled up around her neck and her mask is halfway off. As is expected of someone like Heather, she bears the telltale marks of having apparently gotten into a physical FIGHT with someone at some point during the night, and somewhat LESS expected of someone like Heather, she also has what appears to be an infant Tyrogue clinging to one of her legs.]

[It's like The Hangover, ADD Teenager Halloween Edition.]

[The screen stops jittering once the filmer is safely settled on his sleeping bag once more.]

[Cujo is busy rousing his trainer by licking what's visible of her face while she mumbles protests and sort of feebly slaps him with one hand, while Kaito is dragging his face up off of his uncomfortable-looking pillow and squinting blearily in the bright morning light. Biz the Aipom scampers onto the screen and hops up on his trainer's shoulder to proudly present him one of the many wallets stolen during the night. Nobody particularly notices.]}

Wh... huh...?

Cujo, go 'way ... where... whuhappen...

_{[At last, the mystery filmer finally speaks up, in that mild, quiet tone some of the network may be familiar with as coming from the scruffy, twitchy photographer that follows Heather and her father around and occasionally talks about serial killer owls.]}

Oh, you two are up.

Mr. Mason says you have to give all that stuff back today.

_{[The two teens stare at him blearily, and then down at their piles. ... And then at themselves. Kaito reaches up to run his fingers through his hair and produces a small shower of glitter. Heather lifts her leg in the air with a mildly horrified expression at the pink... thing on her leg. Then they look back at Henry.]

[The feed cuts.]

[BUT A FEW HOURS LATER, a much-more-cleaned-up Heather will be popping onto the feed again, hair still sticking in every direction (she'd had it gelled to look like a Murkrow's head feathers) and glitter still sparkling pretty much... everywhere. ... Including her teeth, when she grins sheepishly.]}

Uh... hey, guys... so um... Kaito and I found a bunch of... stuff... that was apparently stolen... by kids in costumes. That totally weren't us.

... So if some weirdos grabbed something from you last night, it might... totally be here.

Yeah.

Uh.

... Happy Halloween.

[OOC: Action for Kaito and roomies, obviously! Otherwise, if your character was in Ecruteak, feel free to assume that the dastardly duo nicked something from them and will be sheepishly returning it at some point today.
Blue = Kaito, Orange = Heather, Brown = Henry.]

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[Oh. They're awake. Cool, that means he can look for some of his stuff that's gone missing last night without having to worry about waking them up.

Crow enters the room, a mug of coffee in his hand, although he seems to be in need of something much stronger -- in fact, he looks pretty miserable: he has shadows under his eyes and his expression is so lifeless it would leave any person dressed as a zombie on Halloween night ashamed. He moves past the huge PILE OF SHINIES without even a blink (when you've been pretending to be a cup of instant noodles the whole evening, there are hardly any things that could still surprise you) and only stops to wave at the two with his free hand, although without much enthusiasm.]

Yo.

[Looks like he's busy mourning his lost pride.]

_{[Heather's still sitting on the floor and determinedly ignoring the Tyrogue on her leg. She's so tired and her sense of WTF so overstimulated that where she'd normally be tweaking the fuck out over what appears to be a deformed baby clinging to her, she's just trying to pretend it's not there until she's ready to deal with it.]

[She looks up when Crow comes in-- her mask is discarded but she's still in the poncho.]}

Mornin'... did you have a crazy night, too?

_{[He sure LOOKS like he had a crazy night.]}

[Crow, on the other hand, would normally be all over the baby Pokémon, going "awww, how cute" and such, but today-- yeah. He's too tired for that.

He sits down on the floor as well and slowly starts plowing through the pile in search of his belongings -- it doesn't take long until he localizes his earrings, so that's a good start.

The duelist freezes at the question, wincing as he answers it.]

Let's not talk 'bout it.

[THAT'S A YES.]

_{[... Normally she might have pressed for details, but considering she spent the night running around dressed like a bird, stealing things from people like a one-shot Batman villain... she just mouths a silent 'ookay' and goes back to rummaging.]}

Dad says Kaito and I have to give all of this back.

[He appreciates it, really. He doesn't want it to be brought up in his presence. EVER.]

'S probably for the better. Traveling with all this junk would be a pain.

[... Yep, that is the only problem he sees with stealing things. He continues browsing though all that stuff, eventually pulling out a small, golden pin and sighing with relief. He would not live through losing this one.

... And then he picks up something akin to handcuffs, though not the same as Poor Abused Officer (TM) Jerry's ones.]

And there I wondered where this went off to...

_{[... There's a long pause.]

[She's staring at those handcuffs.]

[And then sort of staring at Crow.]

[... Cough.]

[CROW THE FACT THAT YOU OWN A PAIR OF HANDCUFFS IS INFORMATION SHE MAY NOT HAVE NEEDED TO KNOW.]}

[He looks up at Heather when she coughs, figuring it's not because she caught a cold last night. Still, the reason why she's staring at him so intensively remains a mystery to him.]

... What?

[Just look into those innocent eyes, Heather.]

Are those yours?

[He raises an eyebrow at that. What exactly is she getting at...?]

Yeah, so?

_{[She pauses, then raises her hands.]}

Y'know what, I don't wanna know.

_{[NOT HER BUSINESS.]}

[... OKAY NOW HE'S CONFUSED. He folds his arms with a huff.]

'Kay, out with it: what's with that look?

[She should be aware he's not a cop so he's not gonna. Arrest her for stealing all of this or something like that. Geez.]

No, seriously! It's none of my business what you're into!

[He leans back a bit, casually taking a sip from his mug and wondering what she means by that...]

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