foolishwren | 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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[THIS FACE]

...

[Give him a second to process that.]

...The sad thing about this is that, judging from past events, that's actually a plausible answer.

_[WHEW.]

I swear to GOD.

_{[She lifts a hand, looking frazzled.]}

Kaito and I woke up this morning ON TOP of a bunch of random JUNK in our room. Apparently we spent the whole night stealing shit from people.

_{[She's comfortable owning up Otacon and Liquid about this because ... hell, they're her bros, and they've even sheltered her from the police before.]}

Kaito doesn't even remember doing it.

And I assume that you're going to be returning it?

I-- dude, Liquid, what do you take me for?

_{[She wouldn't swipe your tags and KEEP them.]}

I'll go with you when you return things. Other people might not be as nice as I am. I'd hate to see someone mess up that face of yours with their fist.

[Someone might think twice about it if she had a large supersoldier hanging around with her.]

_{[... She'd be lying if she said she wasn't a little tempted to pocket some of the smaller items here, but... no. Her dad had been firm about returning EVERYTHING to the best of her power (obviously they probably wouldn't be able to FIND the owners of some of the stuff).]

[But then she frowns a little at the screen. Not that she doesn't wanna spend time with Liquid (she's been missing him a lot lately), but...]}

You know I can take care of myself!

_{[... e-except for the part where... she's actually already got bruises and scrapes all over her. Even some around her neck. She's already been in a confrontation with somebody.]}

You've already gotten yourself into trouble. And don't try to deny it, because I damn well know the different between a few accidental bumps and injuries from a fight. I'm not going to let you go around handing back stolen property by yourself.

_{[... Okay she shuts her mouth for a moment... but then mutters.]}

M'not gonna be alone. Kaito will be with me. And our Pokemon.

Was he with you when you got those injuries?

... Nnnnnnnnoooo, I'm... pretty sure he wasn't.

_{[Because that had been last night. And they'd all been possessed. ... And she's not sure she wants to mention who she fought with because she doesn't want an enraged supersoldier descending on Cooper from above like a ton of bricks. Who were all angry.]}

I'm still going with you. It can't hurt to have me there.

[If Kaito had been with her when she got hurt, there would've been a ton of angry supersoldier bricks descending on him, too.]

And who, exactly, was it who injured you?

_{[All right, all right, he can come with them... it's true, it CAN'T hurt...]

[But then she sort of pauses. Okay, how does she put this gently...]}

... Um... I'm not going to tell you because if I do, you'll probably punch their head clean off their neck.

Yes. Yes, that was what I was planning to do, more or less.

[He might, actually, punch their head messily off of their neck.]

I suppose that I'll just have to ask around and find this person myself.

_{[Crraaaaaap.]}

Hey, Liquid. Don't.

They were possessed, too. It wasn't their fault!

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James. You're not going to go on a killing spree throughout Johto.

Or a 'punching people in the face' spree.

...It would just be a small killing spree. Not even much of a 'spree', really, considering it's just one person.

And that person is my friend.

I'd appreciate it if you didn't kill him!

_{[SO IT'S A 'HIM' IS IT, HEATHER?]}

'Him'. I see.

[He'll just be VERY CALMLY putting an arm over Liquid's shoulders and saying something Heather hopefully won't hear.]

If you kill, maim, or otherwise injure anyone here I'm never sleeping with you again.

_{[--GOD DAMMIT.]}

Ugh, LOOK! We were all possessed!

Okay?

Besides, I tried to rip out his eyeballs. I think a little return violence was probably warranted.

_{[... And she TOTALLY hears that last part. But you know what? Once one half of a couple asks you to URGENTLY GO AND GET CONDOMS for their nighttime shenanigans, YOU SORT OF GET USED TO THE IDEA THAT YOUR BROS ARE DOIN' IT. So she's just not going to comment.]}

....Fine. No maiming.

[Dammit, Hal, you drive a hard bargain.]

But I am going to accompany you when you return all the shit you took.

Okay, okay, you can come with us.

But seriously, I MEAN it about not killing anybody!

What happened last night was an accident.

_{[A very violent accident. ... If it could really be called an accident since it was perpetrated by GHOSTS, but...]}

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