foolishwren | 95. [Video/Action for Ecruteak] Slightly backdated, early afternoon on the 15th

_{[Before anything else, Heather's voice: a little husky and hoarse-sounding, but otherwise high-spirited.]}

Hey.

Hey guys.

Watch this.

_{[Is she aware of the strange outbreaks and Team Rocket threats all over the news? Yes. Yes, she is. Should she be spending her time being concerned about this? Probably.]

[But she has much better things to do with her time.]

[Like film Wren the Murkrow skittering across the top of the coffee table in their Ecruteak Inn room with a tiny plastic battleaxe toy in her beak, where she proceeds to bull over a GeoDude (tm) superhero action figure with a viciousness appropriate for the battlefield. Which is what is being broadcast, of course.]

[What follows is a series of cuts showing her triumph over various other toys (pretty obviously grabbed from a discount bin in some shop somewhere), including Armaldo Schwarzenegger and Darmanitanman ("The Meditation Sensation!") and even a figurine of Barnaby the Shiny Charizard.]

[In several of the shots, Heather's other Pokemon are visible-- Arty the Furret looking on in contempt and Cheryl the Eevee watching in utter fascination over the edge of the table. At one point, the fuzzy baby Joltik she'd hatched a few months back skitters onto the scene, eager to help, but is promptly chased off the table again by the axe-wielding Murkrow, who apparently is a Lone Warrior who needs no assistance.]

[The whole time, Heather is humming ominous theme-music and jiggling the camera in that classic 'found footage' way.]

[Eventually she turns the camera on herself to address the surely-enthralled audience solemnly. Her face is oddly flushed, strangely... although perhaps not, given the summer heat.]}

This has been a Public Services Announcement: my bird is an unstoppable killing machine. Nowhere is safe.

Keep your children in at ni-- oh noooo.

_{[As though on cue, the vaguely football-shaped black bird had come wriggling onto the screen again, clambering up Heather's arm to determinedly butt the side of her face with the toy axe. >:(!!!!]

[There's some 'fighting' and then the camera goes blank.]

[END FEED]}

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_{[With Wren successfully wrestled off into doing something else, Heather shuts the 'Gear and sets it aside, slumping back in her chair with a sigh. Even in shorts and the skimpiest top she owns, it's miserably hot. Enough to sort of make her head pound. She doesn't get it. She remembers the fading summer heat last September being pretty well-managed by all the whirring fans in the Inn...]

[Twisting around, she drapes herself over the back of the chair, poking her tongue out discontently.]}

Guys.

Guuuuuys.

Aren't you just dying in here? This heat is gross.

_{[The TV's on over in the corner. They're talking about the outbreak-- about all the people coming down with mysterious fevers.]

[But that's somewhere else. It can't touch any of them. .... Right?]}

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_{[She's pretty much just parroting what she heard on the news-- a theory.]

[But needless to say, she stares up at Ironhide like he just asked her if she had any lobsters crawling out of her nose.]}

... Purging my t-- ... what, you mean barfing?

_{[... Yes, Heather. He means barfing.]}

[She's also parroting it to an old soldier known for being overly paranoid in the scheme of things.]

Yeah. That.

Are you?

Wh-- no!

If I was BARFING, I wouldn't be telling you I'm not sick!

_{[Her... head DID hurt, though...]}

What about fatigue? You feel tired at all? Not... eating?

_{[To think that the explosion-happy guy could fret and mother-hen with the best of them...]

[She heaves a sigh and reaches up to rub her eyes.]}

Well, NO, but dude, it's HOT out. I'm never hungry when it's this hot out!

Plus it sucks the energy right outta you.

[He learned it from the best mother-hen of them all. His ~~boyfriend~~ medic.]

Still think you should be checked out. Better to be safe... [he waves a hand] In case it really is radiation.

I'm not goin' to the Pokemon Center.

That's where all the people with ACTUAL radiation are being treated.

_{[What ones were left after half of them were blown up, anyway...]}

No one here has medical training? Other than the centers?

[That's just mind-boggling.]

... Well, I haven't met any doctors, anyway...

_{[SHE DOESN'T KNOW, OKAY? SHE DOESN'T USUALLY GET SICK...]

[... Maybe if Lisa were still here...]}

Have you ever asked?

I've never needed to, I guess.

_{[She'd never GOTTEN truly sick in Johto, barring the occasional case of the sniffles or time-of-the-month misery.]}

[Never mention the latter to him, kid. Not once. Not ever.]

You should always know who your medics are. Just in case.

[NOT that Ironhide is one to talk about that kind of thing.]

Well, generally I happen to be pretty good at patching myself up.

Still pays to know who can repair you, if you cannot.

Hmph. I guess...

[He reaches over and thunks a fist lightly on the top of her head.]

You guess?

_{[She growls in response, reaching up to shove his fist away with a huff. Her hands seem even hotter than the rest of her. Weird for extremities.]}

Okay, fine, it's good to know where doctors are.

But tell me this: do YOU know any doctors in the area?

That is not the poi--

[And then he feels the temperature of those hands. He grunts, pulling his fist back, in order to try and capture her wrist.]

... You are on fire.

HA! Hypocr-- hey!

_{[She yanks her hand away, indignantly, and holds it to her chest, giving hi a reproachful look.]}

Of course I am. It's hot.

_{[That excuse is starting to wear a little thin though.]}

You have a fever.

[This is the only reasonable explanation okay.]

[And you can thank his ~~wife~~ medic for him knowing that term.]

I do n-

... How do you even know what a fever is?

_{[COLOR HER SURPRISED.]}

[He rolls his eyes -- actually rolls his eyes.]

Ratchet. My medic.

... Oh.

How does he know what a fever is?

_{[Sorry Ironhide you thought energy bars were literally the only thing humans ate for like five months she doesn't have much faith in you robots.]}

[He shrugs a little.]

He... took more of an interest in your kind than I did. He was a scientist -- researcher -- before the war.

[... congratulations, Heather. This is probably the first time he's talked about Ratchet like this since his Trip Back Home.]

... Oh.

_{[It's the first she's even HEARD of Ratchet, so that must be SOMETHING significant.]}

... If I go douse my head under some cold water, will that satisfy you?

_{[Because as much as she's interested in the people he knew before Johto, it's hard to stand those >8C YOU ARE SICK glares.]}

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