foolishwren | 90. [Video/Action for Olivine Inn] Dated to whenever Team Silent + Crow gets to Olivine.

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90. [Video/Action for Olivine Inn] Dated to whenever Team Silent + Crow gets to Olivine.

_{[It's quiet.]

[In more ways than one.]

[Actually, 'quiet' is a pretty good word to describe everything over the past few days, from Heather's perspective.]

[She's been quiet. After making an angry spectacle of herself in front of everyone, she hadn't been in much of a talkative mood. The trip down Route 38 had been spent largely in solemn silence, even after Crow had joined them mid-journey-- something that practically didn't seem possible.]

[The network's been quiet. Relatively, anyway. So many previously-prolific voices had vanished. Those who were left had understandably been left to pick up the pieces of everything that had come undone and, well, it's hard to blame them for being quiet-- those ones who had lost people, anyway. God knows Heather couldn't muster the fire to keep getting angrier as word of new disappearances had continued to flow in. The moment when she had seriously considered destroying a harmless Pokemon egg and its contents had been the moment she'd burnt herself out.]

[And, perhaps the only one that's sort of comforting right now, the city is quiet. The hustle and bustle of summer is both long ago and far in the future and as such, Olivine City in February is a great deal calmer than it had been the last time Heather had been here. That's sort of good, really. They've all needed to do a lot of thinking lately.]

[It's morning-- hardly even dawn yet.]

[At first, the camera isn't even SHOWING Heather. More a very close view of the floor, and the railing at the top of the staircase leading up from the lobby of the Olivine Inn. The cameraman is probably a Pokemon, but who knows which one it is... Godzilla has long since retired from his 'Gear-stealing shenanigans and so has Butch, now that he can WOOOOOO and QUAAAAAAG at his beloved Flapper in person.]

[But whichever one it is, it carries the camera with an air of quiet determination, and once it situates itself within view of its trainer, who seems to be sitting silently by a window in the deserted lobby, it sits itself down with a rustle and zooms in.]}

_{[Eyes shut, she almost looks asleep, except for the fact that she's absent-mindedly stroking something with one finger-- something bristly-looking and pale yellow that seems to be in the process of contentedly nuzzling its way under her chin. ... Something with four bright blue eyes not dissimilar to the odd markings on that little egg she had been threatening to crush last week.]

[The video doesn't last long. It lingers on Heather and the new Pokemon for fifteen or twenty seconds, and then shuts off. Whoever had been filming, it seemed, had no agenda outside of showing the network that, no, Heather had not gone through with her impulsive plan. Fortunately.]

[The whole time, Heather just carries on obliviously.]

[Remembering hurts... but there's nothing anybody can do to change that.]

[Half to herself and half to the creature, who doesn't seem to be aware of how close it had come to maybe NOT EVER GETTING TO HATCH, she mumbles after a few seconds.]}

... Stage five. I think.

That's acceptance, right?

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[(Un)fortunately, Abroholos is still far from being able to fly on those tiny wings of hers, so as much as she'd love to snatch and nom the Joltik right here and now, she'll stick to cunning for the time being. But should they remain in a single room without their trainers around...

Crow just shrugs in response to that.]

Just 'cause we haven't see 'em doesn't prove anything... I mean, it's not like we know everything 'bout this place, right?

[He gives the spider a smile, then turns back to Heather.]

Got a name for it already?

_{[... :c the Joltik will just have to hope that it knows Thundershock by then.]

[It skitters out of view as Heather shrugs at the question.]}

Not yet...

I was sort of just... trying to forget it was even there until it hatched, so I wasn't thinkin' about it too much...

I guess I should come up with something soon, huh?

[We'll see, little friend. We'll see...]

I guess. 'S nice to have a name to go by.

[Yawning a little again, Crow remembers what he came here for.]

--Want some coffee?

Coffee sounds awesome.

_{[With the Joltik now clinging to the back of her shirt, she gets up, stretching her arms. She's been sitting there awhile.]}

Maybe breakfast too. You game?

Sure thing!

[He sets the Vullaby aside, lecturing her about staying there not moving anywhere on her own, which gains him a "U MAD" look from Abroholos as soon as the duelist stands up and turns away from the bird.]

... What are we getting, anyway? Can't imagine any place being open at this hour...

_{[Hands on hips, she grimaces and arches her back, getting a series of ugly-sounding pops and cracks for her efforts. Ow.]}

Nmhg. I think this is one of the inns that actually has twenty-four-hour room service... we could probably order something from the kitchen.

_{[Odd for such a rickety, charming old hotel, but then, Olivine was more of a tourist spot than, say, Violet. Even if this was the off-season.]}

[Crow smiles at the idea; sure, even if that wasn't the case, he could always just borrow the inn's kitchen and cook something himself, but he doesn't feel awake enough to be up to it. Having food served instead of preparing it suddenly has much more appeal, even if it's more expensive.]

--Right! Sounds good.

Got anything specific on mind?

[... Not that he expects a great variety of dishes to choose from here, but it never hurts to ask.]

_{[She'd brought her hand to her mouth to mask a yawn and had to let it finish before she could answer. There are still traces of it in her voice when she does.]}

Hn... I think I feel like pancakes.

... Yeah. Definitely pancakes.

[Feeling his stomach rumble, Crow lets out a small sigh. This whole conversation about food has been making him even more hungry than he was in the first place...]

'Kay! Guess they should have those...

[He starts walking in the direction of the kitchen, but then stops abruptly and turns back to Heather.]

Hey, today's my treat! How 'bout it?

_{[She looks a little surprised at first, then laughs sheepishly and rubs the back of her head. As she does so, the Joltik skitters up onto her hand.]}

A lot've people have been offering to pay for my meals lately... I guess something about rage-filled emotional breakdowns and threats of violence just screams 'waif who needs charity', huh?

_{[Still, she gives Crow a sort of smile.]}

Tell you what, let me treat you and then maybe later you can pay for one. Okay?

[Crow blinks in surprise at the offer, not having expected that turn of events... and bursts out laughing.]

I'd say it screams more of 'I had a really damn bad month or so, don't come close'!

[He looks at her with a smug smile on his face.]

You sure? I'm not usually known for generosity, y'know.

Well, that too...

_{[She claps him on the shoulder.]}

I'm sure. C'mon, humor me.

I've got plenty of cash.

Well, if you insist... Guess I don't have a choice, do I?

[It's not like Crow would ever turn down an offer to get free stuff...]

And you're not gonna ask for anything in return? Like, tell me to take care of a stray amnesiac or something?

[BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT USUALLY HAPPENS WHEN PEOPLE TREAT HIM TO FOOD.]

_{[She smirks a little and heads past him. She's pretty sure she remembers where the kitchen was from the last time she was here.]}

Well, maybe if I FIND any stray amnesiacs...

[He flashes her a grin and starts walking a little faster to catch up with her.]

Fine, I'm gonna take my chances!

[He makes a pause, his smile turning a little softer.]

Glad to have the old Heather back.

_{[She smiles back as they head down the hall past the reception area.]}

The old Heather's glad to be back.

[He picks up the pace a bit just to walk a few steps in front of her, casually locking his hands behind his head.]

Good! I didn't like the gloomy one as much.

Or the ragey, bloodthirsty one either, I'd bet.

_{[It's a remark clearly intended to be humorous, although deep down Heather doesn't honestly find much about her earlier outburst that's funny.]

[She speeds up to get ahead of him, in turn.]}

Yeah, that one was kinda freaky, too!

[He doesn't really mean it, obviously, and the amused tone in which he says it only confirms that. ... It's not like he has room to judge her, anyway.

Never the one to accept being left behind, Crow speeds up some more, turning this casual walk into a light jog.]

_{[What're you doing there, Crow. It's like you think this is a race or something. Heather eyes his increased pace with a slowly-growing smirk, and then continues to speed up, herself. Juuuust to keep ahead of him.]}

Let's hope that doesn't rear its ugly head again.

[He just might! Being a D-Wheeler, he's pretty used to taking part in races, after all. But he sure is not used to accepting the second place, so he continues to speed up as well.

... The slightly sleepy receptionist they've just walked by is probably giving them a funny look right now.]

Heh, don't worry, I won't let that happen!

_{[--okay screw it she's just gonna start JOGGING.]

[The receptionist, meanwhile, considers telling them not to run in the hall, and then decides it's way too early for this shit and carries on.]}

[Hopefully Heather does realize this means war.

--or a real, all-out race on Crow's part, anyway. Losing is not an option for this guy and he's going to prove it, even if it means running down the hall for no apparent reason in the ungodly hours of the morning.]

_{[And now there's two nearing-twenty-if-not-already-there-year-olds sprinting down the hallway like idiots.]

[Losses or not... they're gonna be fine.]}

[Thankfully, the way to the kitchen isn't that long (think what would have been if it was Goldenrod inn...), and it takes even less time to reach it when, er, in a hurry. A few minutes of a crazy dash later, Crow stops abruptly in front of the kitchen's door, panting slightly.

Well. That was kind of pointless, but fun nonetheless.]

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