98. [Action for Saffron City, backdated to Friday]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[It's funny, because these sorts of weekends have come to be ones that Heather dreads, clear memories or no. She doesn't remember much of them when they roll around, but she remembers enough, and usually what she remembers is bad.]

[So yeah, she's sort of been walking on eggshells, waiting for this to happen.]

[BUT... between all the craziness going down throughout November... bundling over to Kanto with the rest of her family to cheer Crow on during the Tournament, spending Thanksgiving in the packed-to-bursting household of a grumpy FBI agent and the enormously large family unit he seems to have somehow gathered (despite... being himself) ...]

[It drives weird dreamy weekends filled with amnesia and horror and the Koolaid Man bursting through the wall out of the mind, a little!]

[.... Which is why, yeah, uh, she's out taking Cooj for a nighttime walk on Friday night, and doesn't quite notice anything's up yet.]

[Or the pink bunny following her around.]</sub>





[OOC: Tags may be horrendously slow due to NaNo, but I had to hiatus-break at least a LITTLE for 4th Wall! Robbie the Rabbit will be lingering in the background of any given thread, but feel free to throw anything at Heather and not bother with the spooky pink bunny chillin over there.]

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[foolishwren]

If you were in hell, he'd probably be ripping your face off, not licking his butt.

_{[Because that's exactly what he'd plonked down on the sidewalk to do about three minutes ago and he's still at it.]}

[savethebullshit]

Point taken.

[she casts a surprisingly fond look in the direction of the bizarre mutt]

So while we're on the subject of hell, is there any way I can get home, or do I just sort of wait for it to happen?

[foolishwren]

Waiting is all you can do.

But it probably won't take long. Nobody who comes on these weekends ever stays for long.

_{[In some cases, that's a godsend. ... In others, it's a curse.]}

[savethebullshit]

So what do you people do around here, then? This is the closest thing to a vacation I've ever had.

[Anne is married to her work the end]

[foolishwren]

It's not all that different from back home, really, once you get past the brightly-colored animals.

You travel. Hang out with your friends. Work for cash when you need it.

Deal with life.

Y'know.

[savethebullshit]

Or, if you have no idea what you're doing yet like in my case, I assume you just sit around and eat chips and wait for the week to be over.

Since friends, travel, and the need for a job are out.

[foolishwren]

Pretty much.

[savethebullshit]

Just the kind of vacation I needed.

[the sarcasm is dripping from every word]