116. [Video/Action for Lake of Rage]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[It's been a few weeks since Heather's terse text post regarding her father-- hardly the longest period of time she's gone in between network posts, but she certainly hasn't been overly talkative.]

[When the video comes on though, it's partially obscured by a fuzzy blue blob-- the 'Gear has been placed on a clothes rack, pointed to view the next aisle over. Specifically, it's showing the back of a shaggy brown head. Henry Townshend, taciturn photography and unsuspecting victim, is slowly picking his way through a rack of swim trunks.]

[Amid the jangling of clothes-hangers, something appears in the corner of the screen.]

[That something is a pair of hands, and between them-- stretched like a rubber band-- is a Speedo.]

[There is a pregnant pause, probably for the sake of letting the network audience take it all in.]








[Then the hands let it fly.]


[Henry lets out a howl and claps a hand to his head as the speedo bounces off of it with a rubbery twang.]</sub>


HEATHER!!


_{[The camera jostles and the feed ends.]}

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[foolishwren]

_{[... Okay, she catches the cringe that time-- steps back, lowers her fists.]}

Hey... you all right?

You don't need to be a punching bag, y'know. Tell me to back off and I will.

[rocketralph]

_{[Ralph recovers and barks out a laugh.]}

Gettin' soft already! I knew it!

[foolishwren]

<sub>[....]








[She charges forward again, swinging both fists. ALL RIGHT RALPH IF THAT'S THE WAY YOU WANT IT.]</sub>

[rocketralph]

_{[Ralph swings out his hands again to block Heather's Fury Swipes but he's not fast enough and she breaks through the gates so to speak. And those little fists hurt!]}

Hngg!

_{[Ralph retreats backwards a step or two and throws a punch of his own at Heather's own middle. Not hard enough to do damage but hard enough to knock her back to her spot.]</sub.}

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Undamaging or no, his fist is still the size of a small roast turkey.]

[Heather's breath leaves her in a whoosh and she stumbles back several steps, clapping a hand to her stomach and wheezing slightly.]

[She... totally should have been ready for that. But she didn't exhale quick enough.]</sub>

[rocketralph]

_{[Ralph dusts his hands off and shoots her a grin.]}

Not bad! Not bad! With a little practice on something that can't punch you back, you'll be on your way in no time!

[foolishwren]

_{[Straightening up, she rubs her gut with a wince.]}

Jeez. Your hands are like shovels.

[rocketralph]

_{[He flexes his fingers and puffs out a laugh.]}

If you can keep up yours will be too.