foolishwren | 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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_{[He has to find that amusing. He really does. The world would also be a totally better place if the FBI was focused on boy troubles, seriously.]

[HE UH. Halts a bit at having to clarify but seriously he's thinking about Audrey right now and that had been a weird, weird moment.]

[..also, to be fair, also pretty nice and oddly sentimental. Because he kind of misses that town and the people there and he's had run-ins with Audrey once or twice in Johto, too.]

[ANYWAY;]}

You're not the first person to seek me out for advice so far into the night it's better described as morning.

_{[He'd been so tired, man. So tired. And then his bed was already occupied 8(.]}

_{[In a perfect world, the worst emergencies would be boy troubles, running out of ice cream, and possibly having too many kittens at once.]

[Needless to say, there's a moment of silence.]}

... About boys?

_{[Yes, Heather. Also, nudity. YOU'RE NOT THE WEIRDEST TEENAGER WHO'S EVER BEFRIENDED COOPER.]}

_{[about me]

[No but seriously there had been a great number of topics that he'd been happy to help with, to sit down and discuss, if nothing else because Audrey had clearly needed a friend.]

[And again, that's not all that different from Heather right now, is it?]}

Yes. Among other things.

_[awkward.]

... Oh. Well.

... Guess it's good to know I'm not alone.

I should point out that even if you were, I wouldn't have minded.

_{[Despite the whole conversation, she chuckles a little bit.]}

... You're a good guy, Coop.

_{[There's a small pause, and a small smile. c: he tries to be and appreciates that.]}

Thank you, Heather.

Don't mention it...

_{[Then she heaves another sigh and flops back on the bed, not caring that her head missed the pillow.]}

Anyway, it's just... there's a lot of people who might be cool, might actually be pretty friggin' great people otherwise, but when you stop and think about it, it's like... wow, they would be the WORST husband. Or wife. Or whatever.

Unless they wound up with someone just as messed-up who could deal with all their shit.

It's not their fault, or anybody else's, it's just... it's just what HAPPENS, you know? It's LIFE.

And it's not like I had a good track record even BEFORE all that shit went down a year before I got here, so...

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