foolishwren | 011. Video

_{[The feed cuts in on one very unhappy-looking Heather Mason. Her cheeks are flushed, her nose is red, her eyes are sore-looking, she's wrapped in a blanket, and her hair is sticking straight up into the air on one side, like she'd been asleep with her face smashed against the wall for hours or something (note: she had). Her voice sounds stuffed-up and occasionally she's sniffling. The rescue efforts, combined with the fact that she went wading after those runaway eggs like a moron, rewarded her with a very lovely cold. She's crouched in one of the squishy pink seats in the lobby of the Pokemon Center, in the corner. Judging from the noise level and the occasional jostling, it looks like the crowd in there hasn't dissipated. In the wake of the flood, the place is hopping with activity.]}

Hey guys. I am trapped, running a mild fever, and am in need of some form of escape from reality. Since there's apparently no such thing as video games here and my head hurts too much to try and read, you guys are my source of relief. Hi.

Ever since a certain.... um... bathing incident, I'm not allowed to let several of my Pokemon out of their Balls-- .... _{heh. 'Balls'.}-- ... yeah. So I don't even have them for company. ... Except for--

_{[The camera swivels around and settles to focus shakily on the bucket of water that's on the floor by her feet. Half-submerged in the bucket is a Magikarp. It's perfectly motionless aside from the continuous opening and closing of its mouth, and its glassy, vacant eyes are set straight on Heather, in a completely blank gaze that is either murderous or adoring, she can't even tell. Either way, it's creeping her out.]}

That. And it won't stop staring at me.

_{[She turns the camera to face herself again, making a slightly aggravated face.]}

That is so not a Dratini, Kairi. I am disappoint.

... On the other hand!_{[She puts the 'Gear down on her lap so that everyone has a very nice close-up view of the pink, lint-covered surface of the blanket, and proceeds to rummage in what was presumably her bag, sitting on the seat next to her. There's rustling noises, a slightly indignant squawk, and a mumble of 'Sorry, Claudy...' from Heather, before she picks up the camera again and holds an Egg in front of it.]}

I found this, too. Anyone know what the hell it is? I'd rather avoid any surprises this time.

.... Oh. And uh... one last thing.

Given... the flooding, and the fact that a bunch of people were... warped or something to ... various places, I kinda wanna ask... uh.

Well. Not that I'm a big organizer or anything, but...

... Can everyone who gets this transmission tell me where they are?

Even if it's just a little text message with the location, I don't really care. I'm just curious. _{[... And a little worried. As she's said to many, she really doesn't want to hear about a body-count once the flooding subsides...]}

.... I hope everybody's safe.

_{[The feed ends.]}

_{[ooc: Feel free to action if you're in the Violet Pokemon Center and your char wants to find Heather's cramped little corner!]}

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Well, if you say so. ... Try and relax, okay? I'm sure you'll be outta there in no time.

... And honestly, I don't have a clue. Wouldn't mind one myself, but the most I've seen around here are fast-food places. And convenience stores.

Tch.

If I have to go back to garbage-bag moonshine, I swear I'm going to kill someone. If the monks have anything hidden away in here, I'll bring some for you.

Nasty monks, hoarding the booze for themselves. _{[Didn't monks, like, have a rule against drinking or something? ... Oh well. Maybe if Liquid kept himself busy hunting for a secret winecellar, he wouldn't go all 'caged tiger' on the monks.]}

That'd be awesome. I don't drink much but after being stuck in this friggin' overcrowded doctor's office for almost a week, I'm feelin' the cravings.

Shiny-headed bastards. [With his luck, these would be the kind of monks who thought that drinking was evil and shit.]

I've had to do without for some time, but I'd drink almost anything now. Even, God help me... American beer.

Hey, don't knock American beer! That stuff's given me many .... unpleasant, drunken memories of irresponsible behavior!

If you're going to have drunken nights of irresponsible behavior, you ought to at least be drunk on something good. I've found a bottle of Irish whiskey does the trick quite nicely. Tastes better than American beer and you don't have to drink nearly as much of it.

[Liquid has had more than his fair share of drunken nights doing unwise and irresponsible things.]

Well, I kind of grew out of the whole 'retarded drunken teen' thing awhile ago, but I'm not opposed to trying new things. If you happen to find any Irish whiskey, gimme a holler.

[Liquid never quite grew out of the 'I'm a soldier and I just got back from duty let's get absolutely smashed' thing.]

You'll be the first to know if I find anything.

_{[Back when Heather did the party thing regularly, she hadn't even had an excuse remotely as understandable as that. She'd just been a stupid kid, acting out and rebelling against a father whose only crime was to care about her wellbeing. Then she grew up a little and realized what a selfish little creep she'd been. But she'd never get all that time she'd wasted back.]}

Awesome!

[Liquid hadn't had anyone to answer to, either. He had no father waiting at home worrying about where he was in the early hours of the morning.]

I would give some to Otacon, but I have the sneaking suspicion that he's a lightweight.

_{[Heather had. But hey, as the old saying goes, you never never appreciate what you've got 'till it's gone. Funny how that goes.]

[She thought about that for a moment.]} .... Yeah. Yeeeah. I would tend to agree with that. _{[Not that she KNEW, but ... well, look at him. Imagining Otacon being able to hold his liquor was sort of like imagining a toddler eating jalapenos without crying.]}

[Liquid wouldn't know; he never had anything worth appreciating in the first place.]

We'll have to leave him out of it, then. I don't particularly want to have to carry his arse home.

Probably a good idea. Not to mention I'm pretty sure the people at the Center would frown on bringing someone in who's totally schnockered.

[For some reason, using that term just makes him laugh.]

I suppose you have a point!

Plus, he looks like one of those ones who sings, too, don't you think? I'm definitely sure the nurses would NOT approve of drunken singing from Mr. High and Squeaky.

_{[She was uttering mental apologies to Otacon for the gossip, but she was a brat like this anyway, and if it kept Liquid from freaking out, hey.]}

[At the moment, her gossip was keeping Liquid's mind off of some very bad memories associated with being trapped. Otacon would understand.]

That would probably be one of the most hilarious things to see, though.

_{[Such was the plan. It didn't cure everything, but Heather was a practiced pro at letting humor keep her distracted enough to get through the tight spaces.]}

True.... I guess there's pros and cons. The nurses already think I'm a delinquent, though. Maybe a LITTLE more wouldn't hurt. I kinda wanna see drunken singing Otacon.

That settles, it, then. We're getting some booze, even if I have to make it myself.

[He knew how, too. Back in the military, when they were in dry areas like Iraq, garbage-bag moonshine wasn't unheard of. There were few things that wouldn't ferment when put in a bag and left in the desert sun. Some of the boys had a good touch for it.]

Is this a plan? I think so.

I'd high-five ya through the screen if I could.

We are going to destroy whatever good reputations we have left, Heather, and it will be fantastic.

Save it for when I get out of here.

Yes. Yes it will. Oh man. I am excited. _{[She hadn't honestly acted her age (that was to say, an immature delinquent hooligan) in quite awhile. ... And she knew she really shouldn't, but hey. She'd been more or less kidnapped into this world. Why not rebel a little?]}

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