foolishwren | 115. [Text/Action for Mahogany]

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115. [Text/Action for Mahogany]

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General announcement here


I don't really know what kinds of contacts Dad kept here but for anyone who knew him, Harry Mason is gone. His stuff was mostly left to me and one other person so I guess that's really all there is to say about it.

Later.

-Heather

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_{[Heather's always mostly let her Pokemon run free-- or at least the more reliable ones-- when the gang is bunkered down at a hotel somewhere. After all, not everybody gets to come along when they're between cities, so time spent outside of the box by default takes place mostly within walking distance of a Pokemon Center.]

[Today there can be a small cluster of Pokemon seen by the entrance of the Mahogany Inn. A Manectric, unusually subdued for anyone who knows her, gently licking the head of a Pikachu. The electric mouse has a slightly crumpled sheet of paper in her paws, and behind her, a Noctowl shelters a small, rotund Hoothoot with one wing while peering over the Pikachu's shoulder.]

[While it's little more than coos and soft canine whuffles to most ears, any Pokemon or person with a sensitive ear can probably pick up the quiet muttering coming from the group.]}

It's okay, Hazel. My trainer went away too but New Trainer always takes good care of me. She even shares her lunches.

I-I know...

Just think though, now we can play all the time. I know we're sad, but that will be fun, right?

Now is not the time to be talking about playing, Tricia. Have some tact.

Okay, okay...

W-... where is Mr. Trainer's daughter, a-anyway? She just left after seeing the letter...

Up on the roof. Sunny is with her, so she will be fine... Probably. Come, we should go collect the others. She... will come down when she's ready.

[Tricia the Manectric, Hazel the Pikachu, Claudy the Noctowl]

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_{[Henry places the bags down on the little hotel counter and ignores the yowling of his needy Glameow winding in and out between his feet.]}

Ugh, Burger, get lost...I've fed you four times today and you ate Alien Baby's food too.

_{[PIERCED by his trainer's words, the purple cat wanders back over to the pokemon herd hoping to blend in and make Heather think that he is a brand new Pokemon she has never seen before and thus needs to be fed.]}

Let's see...there's your soup...and my box. Do you have my soup over there with the other stuff?

Probably.

_{[She fumbles out the big take-home carton of soup they'd bought to ensure that they didn't have to give any of their own up to the Pokemon and places it out of reach until they can divide it up. They don't need it, really-- they have plenty of kibble and PokeChow. But it helps stave off the horror of 20+ Pokemon all attempting to beg at the same time whenever the human members of the party try to eat something.]}

... Yeah, I think it's in here.

... Thanks. By the way.

For buying.

_{[Her thanks catches him by surprise--not that he's surprised at her being grateful. He just didn't even think about it when he'd offered. It felt natural. The right thing to do.]}

Don't mention it.

_{[He sets things out before wandering over to the television and trying to get the stubborn Vulpixflix service to connect. The hotel came with a small card of the season's features and all of them looked sort of awful but any of them would be welcome background noise.]</sub.

I made a little money taking tourist photos a while back thanks to that technique Snake taught me.}

_{[Nudging the clamoring Pokemon away with her foot, Heather pulls out some styrofoam cups and heads over to the bed.]}

Here y'go, guys... you first.

_{[Normally she'd pour the soup over the counter but... well. Nobody's gonna be sleeping in that bed but the Pokemon anyway.]

[A smile tugs on her mouth at what Henry says next though.]}

Snake's got some good advice sometimes.

_{[Once he's found his own dinner he takes it up and follows her. He has to scoot Burger out of the way one more time because Burger has tried to come and convince him that he is a Brand New Pokemon.]

[Henry eases down on the foot of the bed near his sleeping bag. Harry may be gone but Henry isn't going to give up his Thought Cocoon.]}

They're good when they don't get you taken out with the trash.

_{[Henry will forever be known as that weirdo who always sleeps on the floor, no matter what he does.]

[Heather laughs slightly, handing out the little mini-cups of soup.]}

Hehe, yea-- .... wait, what.

_{[HENRY YOU DID NOT MENTION THAT PART BEFORE.]}

_{[Henry doesn't answer her. This is because his mouth is full of noodles and that is much more important than explaining himself!]}

_{[... No, you know what, Harry would have wanted her to pursue the topic. So she sets the rest of the large jug of soup down on the floor (ignoring the small stampede-- it's flared at the bottom to prevent hungry Pokemon from knocking it over) and heads over.]}

No. Henry.

You got picked up with the trash because you were hiding in a box?

_{[The photographer tries to turn a shoulder toward her. It's really hard to look innocent while cramming noodles into your face.]}

Nn-mm!

Henry.

_{[She grabs his shoulder and scoots around so that she can get a little in his noodle-stuffed face.]}

An actual garbage truck came and loaded you up and you didn't think to-- I don't know, get out of the box and run?

_{[He swallows.]}

I tried! By the time I got untangled from all the garbage bags the doors had closed.

_{[Releasing his shoulder, she drags her hands down her face and lets out a long groan.]}

Henry...

_{[NOTE TO SELF: have a word with Snake about including COMMON SENSE CLAUSES when giving advice to impressionable photographers.]}

_{[Henry gives a noncommittal shrug and takes another bite of his dinner.]}

I got a new pokemon out of it. Flower is a valuable part of my team.

Flower's also a bag of trash.

If you were really aching to have a bag of trash on your team, you probably could have gotten one out of an alleyway of your choice.

_{[She'd never seen a Trubbish around before, but now that she's seen one, she started noticing them everywhere.]}

I wasn't looking for one, we just bonded. We bonded in that horrible dark suffocating truck.

_{[He scoots Burger away from him with a foot.]}

_{[She lets out a deep sigh, throwing up her hands and flopping down on her bed to dig through the bag for her own cup of soup.]}

Okay. Okay, fine. It's in the past.

But jesus christ, promise me that if you're ever hiding in a box and you hear a fuckin' garbage truck coming, you won't STAY in the box?

_{[PLEASE EXERCISE COMMON SENSE, HENRY. PLEASE. HARRY MASON RAISED YOU BETTER THAN THIS.]}

If you want to get the perfect shot, you have to concentrate on your subject. One aside glance could cause you to miss everything.

It's an artist thing.

Bullshit.

_{[But she doesn't feel like arguing about it right now. There's soup to eat and stupid movies to watch.]}

Is that thing loaded yet?

_{[HEATHER U JUST DONT UNDERSTAND.]}

let's see...

_{[Henry puts his food aside and picks up the remote. An ugly, stylized Vulpix bounces in the center of the screen, then moves aside to reveal a selection of low budget films.]}

Ew, Murkrow Man is on here again. Why do people keep voting to put that thing back in the rotation.

_{[ART SHOULD NOT INVOLVE THE RISK OF DYING HORRIBLY IN A CUBE OF GARBAGE, HENRY. SORRY.]}

Spinarak-Man was better.

At least that one had that crazy guy flying around in that hilarious green Gengar costume.

Yeah. I bet there will be ugly masks of him this Halloween. I'm gonna be him, you watch.

_{[He flips through the videos and stops on some poorly animated junk.]}

What about a cartoon? I think...I just sort of want cheerful background noise tonight.

I'll hold you to that.

_{[Anything to get him to do something other than wear that stupid THIS IS MY COSTUME shirt.]}

A cartoon would be okay. Try to find something by Vulpixar, they're the only company that does anything decent.

Alright, let's see...ugh Pokeballs 2. I don't know what they were thinking... Hmm. There's the one about the Psyduck and the Growlithe who are friends. Cujo likes that one.

Yeah... _{[She looks over her shoulder at where the Growlithe in question is repeatedly licking the floor where presumably a drop of soup had fallen at some point five minutes earlier.]} ... He doesn't need any cheering up right now, though.

See if you can find that one about the Rattata who wants to be a chef. I liked that one.

Hmm.

_{[Henry flips through the menu and eventually finds it after almost accidentally clicking on the EVEN lower budget knock-off with the deformed creature that was supposed to be a Raticate.]}

Here we go.

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