115. [Text/Action for Mahogany]

[foolishwren]

[TEXT-- PUBLIC]

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


[ACTION-- MAHOGANY TOWN]



<sub>[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.]</sub>

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]

Comments

[no_ufo_ending]

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.

[foolishwren]

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.

[no_ufo_ending]

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.

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Once the little loading circle starts spinning, Heather turns to tug some pillows down from the bed onto the floor and plump herself against them, rummaging her carton of noodles and rice out of the bag along with a plastic fork and spoon.]

[Now that the smells of good, greasy takeout have started wafting around, she can feel her body starting to realize it's hungry even if her brain still can't seem to wrap itself around the concept.]

[Henry was right. Food will probably do both of them some good.]</sub>

[no_ufo_ending]

<sub>[Henry remains sitting on the edge of the bed stooped over his soup cup. He'll probably migrate down there eventually. It has been...a day. He had a lot ahead of him but right now, though it wasn't true, he was going to pretend that it was just another night with greasy food in front of corny poke'world entertainment.]

[The morning would probably feel strangest of all.]</sub>