foolishwren | 113. [Video/Action for Mahogany]

_{[The Noctowl's exasperation and general disapproval pretty much radiates off the screen.]

[It's a nice day in one of the small parks that are scattered on the outskirts of Mahogany (before it turns into forested, mountainous terrain, anyway), and this video broadcast from the 'Gear of one Heather Mason is showing a pair of Murkrow out to corrupt an innocent young Eevee. ... Or, you know, they just want to play and Claudy is living up to her reputation by being an old bag and not letting them. Could be either. Or both.]

[There's a lot of bright glinting going on, though-- which can be attributed to the shimmery pink Murkrow next to Wren. She's a newer addition to the team, apparently.]

[And the inter-generational bird drama unfolding on the screen seems to be a backdrop to why Heater's really filming, given that her voice cuts in with a question entirely unrelated to what's going on.]}

So hey guys, been awhile since I posted anything, n'I've been feeling kinda sappy and nostalgic and crap.

I know there aren't too many people around anymore who got here when I did, but pretty sure unless you got here last week, we've all had at least one person go poof on us.

So, uh, let's have this be a thing where you tell me something about someone you knew who isn't here anymore. Bonus points for funny. Or you could like... I dunno. Talk about a Pokemon they left you or something.

_{[The camera lingers briefly over the pink Murkrow, who is happily chattering away at the Noctowl, oblivious to the fact that she's being filmed. ... Maybe the request isn't so unrelated, after all.]}

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[Makes sense. Pokémon with bad natures and breeding rarely go together.]

So can I. 'Goo that won't come out of the guest room's bedsheets' comes to mind immediately, but it might be slightly too long for a name. There's also 'dragoon', but that would earn me the rightful anger of someone who left this world years ago.

... Dragoon, god.

My dad would love that one.

_{[Do you have any idea how many horrible puns she grew up listening to? DO YOU?]}

You make it sound like an insult to both the wordplay and your father.

[Which it might admittedly be, if horrible puns are that much of a constant.]

It is.

... An affectionate insult, but still an insult.

If you had to deal with listening to the Pavlov's Dog joke every time I needed help with my psych homework, you'd understand.

The Pavlov's Dog joke? I've never heard that one. Perhaps it's unique to your world?

[He has no idea what is psych or what it has to do with dogs either, but let's not admit that just yet.]

... Eh, now that I think about it, it probably is.

_{[... Oh god, she's gonna have to explain it, isn't she.]}

I do have to wonder what happened to that poor dog, to become to suject of a joke. Perhaps it's best that it has not happened elsewhere.

[Or she can torture him by never sharing. Both options work.]

_{[She puffs out a slight sigh.]}

Well, it wasn't that bad.

Okay, so, there was this scientist who was trying to figure out how the mind works. His name was Pavlov.

Anyway, as one of his experiments, he got a dog and started ringing a bell right before he fed it every day. After awhile, the dog started drooling every time it heard that bell ring. Because it associated it with getting food, see?

[It's not nearly as cruel as he feared, thank goodness.]

That makes sense, though I have to wonder if ringing the bell to show the dog's reaction too often might break that association. Unless Pavlov kept feeding it every time after that?

Eh, beats me, but either way, during our whole unit on that, I had to deal with Dad going "HM.... DOESN'T RING A BELL" every time I had a question about my homework.

[Blink. Blinkblink. Oh.]

...That is absolutely terrible and painful, and you would have been completely justified had you chosen to push him into a moat after the second time.

Yeah, I mean, if I didn't dearly love the guy...

_{[YOU'RE LUCKY YOU'RE THE WORLD'S #1 DAD IN EVERY OTHER RESPECT, HARRY.]}

Love often makes us accept the nearly unacceptable.

[Or the merely annoying.]

Ain't it the truth.

Thankfully, it also makes others accept our less than stellar ideas, every so often.

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