foolishwren | 93. [Video/Action for Cianwood Inn]

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93. [Video/Action for Cianwood Inn]

_{[Well, THAT had been fun.]

[After over a week, lots of bad weather, a few waterlogged hugs and a whole lot of flying, Heather's finally back on Cianwood, with a nurse, a mysterious young woman, a bird-obsessionist, and a magician-thief in tow.]

[She's exhausted and wants nothing more to just faceplant on the bed and let her father play host to the new additions to the 'family' (and the one returning member) for awhile... but as usual, something's come up.]

[The feed comes on from above-- she's flopped on her back on one of the hotel room's beds, hair still curly and wet from the shower she spent at least forty-five minutes in after arriving back on the island. She'd had to use an unoccupied hotel room (with Arty guarding the door to make sure no unsuspecting guest walked in on her) to do it on account of the fact that she'd been accompanied by four equally tired and dirty people who ALSO needed showers.]

[She picks tiredly at one eye, the camera wobbling above her on account of being held up with just one hand.]}

Sooo.

Yeah, I uh... was totally planning on visiting some people on the way home, but... yeah.

All that weather sort of sucked all the sociability out of everybody. Sorry, Cliff. Wish I'd made it.

_{[YEAH, she's spoiling the surprise, but hey, she can always drop in on him and Ironhide later, assuming no giant storms pop right the fuck out of nowhere like last week. Ugh.]}

But anyway, back safe and sound, nobody died, the world's still turning, chocolate and peanut butter are still an awesome combination, life goes on. Hope nobody got too battered during all that crazy apocalyptic weather.

_{[And around this point is where she'd usually turn the camera off (and maybe she intended to but is just so damn tired it slipped her mind) but the screen blurs as she rolls over, propping herself up on her elbows and resting the 'Gear against the bedspread next to her instead. Next to it are two things--]}

_{[--a battered old medallion with red marks inscribed on it... and a piece of paper. The camera's gaze only lingers on it for a second or two, but quick readers might be able to make out the words Make her suffer written in loopy handwriting before the 'Gear moves again.]

[This time, it's aimed crookedly at the side of the bed, where the somber, doberman-like face of a Houndoom is watching the off-camera Heather in silence.]}

....

Gonna have to come up with a different name for you.

_{[End feed.]}

[AUDIO // LOCKED TO COOPER]

_{[Later that night:]}

Hey, Coop.

You got a minute?

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_{[PSH who needs video when you can see the person... well, in person?]

[Not bothering to stifle a grin, she leans up on one elbow and calls out--]}

24-hour room service and smokin' hot bellboys?

_{[aka 'The door's open and be prepared to hear 'awww, no smokin' hot bellboys after all' when you come in']}

[lets out an amused snort and pushes the door open. GUESS WHO HAS SOME CHOCOLATE BARS AND. . . marshmallows!]

I was gonna say chocolate and marshmallows. And will magicians work instead of bellboys?

_{[She can live with that combination. :Ib]

[Grinning and sitting up, she picks up the medallion and letter and drops them into her bag with the rest of her stuff.]}

Eeeeeehhh... I guess I'll settle.

How you feelin'? That was a long trip.

Only settle? Geez, that's kinda harsh.

[comes over and flops on the edge of her bed, tossing the bag of marshmallows at her and placing the chocolate next to him]

I remember longer. I'm used to it, remember?

What can I say, I have high standards.

_{[She picks up the bag, though. HE KNOWS THE WAY TO A GIRL'S HEART, APPARENTLY. She wonders if any of the graham crackers that Henry bought the other day are left... knowing Henry, probably not.]}

... Not for trips though, I guess.

Now that I think of it, I haven't stayed anywhere longer than a few weeks at a time since you left.

[tilts his head slightly, linking his hands behind his head and flopping backwards onto the bed as he does so]

I never liked staying anywhere long. There's a lot to see in Johto, y'know?

Yeah, there is!

I guess I just used to like settling down. Make sure the weather was nice before I went anywhere.

... But that kinda wound up meaning I didn't get to see a lot of people.

_{[She looks over her shoulder at him with a rueful smile.]}

January and February were like... Missing Persons Month. Not just you, but... a lot of people.

[Ah... there's a pause before he responds, his gaze flickering toward her, expression softening]

Who else?

_{[She has to sort of think for a moment. She'd lost track, after awhile. They'd started adding up.]}

Liquid ... Clover... Miles, Ken...

... Rise.

Miles and Rise?

[... two people he almost expected to never leave]

... geez. And all before I managed to get dragged back here again, too...

_{[Tell her about it... Rise in particular. One of Heather's very first friends (before Kaito, even!)... like with so many of her other close ones, she'd sort of deluded herself into thinking Rise had been there so long that there was no danger of her going anywhere.]}

Yeah, well... it... didn't happen long after you went.

Like... a matter of days.

_{[She shrugs a little bit, looking down at the marshmallows. He's BACK, so it seems pointless and gloomy to talk about the disappearances. Hell, she's not even going to mention CLAUDIA, and that's one that, for all that Kaito knows, was a GOOD thing.]

[But her feelings on that matter are all jumbled up and complicated and dredging them up again now would just... hurt.]

[So instead she tears open the package.]}

Think we could manage to get Cooj to toast these without lighting the room on fire?

[Not wanting to press any further (or talk about such a glum topic so soon after returning), Kaito nods, and turns his attention back to the marshmallows]

I dunno, is he still as energetic as he was the last time I was here?

_{[YES let's talk about s'mores, those are much more cheerful.]

[She grins over at him.]}

If not more so.

We might wanna be careful, then.

Unless we want to accidentally burn down the inn.

... Yeeeaaah, maybe we'd better stick with microwaving them.

_{[She has enough trouble paying for Pokemon-related damages without tempting fate by telling Cujo to actually perform fire attacks indoors.]}

Somehow, it just doesn't have the same feel...

_{[That it wouldn't.]}

... How about we go outside?

S'a nice evening. There's fire-pits on the beach.

[pushes himself up, inclining his head at her thoughtfully]

I think you still have excellent ideas, Awesome-san.

_{[Grinning, she gives her hair a toss.]}

I haven't changed that much in five months.

_{[She gets up, the bag of marshmallows clenched in one hand, and slaps her leg.]}

Hup, Cooj!

_{[There's a minor commotion as he flails upright from where he'd been curled up between the two beds in the room and trots around over to them, tail wagging.]}

Heh, I'd be pretty disappointed if you had.

[slides off the bed and streeeetches a bit]

Yo, Cujo!

[and the Growlithe gets a few headpats]

You know me-- I don't disappoint.

_{[The Growlithe happily butts his whole body against the magician in greeting, panting, before heading over to the door. 8) WALK!]

[Heather's already heading for the stairs at the end of the hall and mulling over the idea of buying more graham crackers on the way. .... Nahhh. The beach is practically at the hotel's door and heading to the Mart would be out of their way.]}

That's why you're name is Awesome-san.

[He says matter-of-factly as he follows Heather down the hallway and towards the stairwell, chocolate and marshmallows in hand. It had been a while since he had seen Johto's beaches... it would be a nice, reminiscent night]

It sure is!

_{[The balmy early-summer weather means the doors downstairs all have screens on them, and the front one creaks as Heather elbows it open and steps out. It's not even a five-minute walk to the beach.]}

I think these beaches are even nicer than Olivine's... not as much trash.

Cianwood is kinda out of the way, isn't it? It doesn't see as much traffic.

I'd say it's no wonder the beaches are much nicer.

Yeah, I guess that makes sense.

_{[As they reach the edge of the sand, Cujo breaks off from trotting at their side and goes galloping off towards the surf to scatter a cluster of Wingulls in the surf.]}

--He'll be back.

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