<sub>[The feed blips on and jostles around a bit before centering on Heather's face. It's bright-- the sun's already beating down full-force and it's obvious even from the video that it's hot as heck. She's not wearing her vest, just the sleeveless orange half-shirt thing that she found in her backpack. She wears that kind of stuff all the time so it was less offensive to her tomboy mentality than the ridiculous buttshorts.]

[She... is grinning like a fiend, positively glowing with enthusiasm. Some safety glasses she must have found somewhere in the back of the Center are perched on her hair, and she seems to have some kind of rope coiled around her arm. It seems that whatever she couldn't find for sale in the Pokemart, she liberated from a janitorial closet somewhere in the Center. Heather's kind of an opportunist.]

[She raises her hand-- it's wearing one of those goofy pink rubber gloves included in everyone's backpack. ... She kind of looks like a mad scientist of the 'middleschool science class lab' variety. She has to work with what she's got.]</sub>

Hello, ladies and gentlemen!

Today I am going to perform an experiment. I'm sure a lot of you know about that big Beedrill swarm on Route Whatever. I figure none of us wanna get stuck here in Cherrygrove for yet another week, so I'm gonna try science.

_{[The screen angles downwards-- next to her feet, there's a couple of very fishy-looking containers. Bleach, some kind of ammonia-based... something or other, and a plastic bucket with a lid. And rope. A lot of rope.]}

As you all can see, I've gathered a few everyday, household items. If any of you out there were like me as kids, you realized that the contents of the cupboard under the sink had the destructive capacity of ... uh, something really destructive. ... And if you were anything like me, that cupboard spent most of its time locked to keep you away from it.

_{[There's a pause...and then the camera angles back up onto Heather's face again.]}

Anyway! In past experiences, I've used all this crap to make emergency insecticide. Now, I'm pretty sure these things can't die.... but at the very least, this stuff should be enough to pack a punch. So.

_{[She slips the glasses down over her eyes and gives a big thumbs-up to the camera.]}

See you in the aftermath!

.... OH! Oh man, wait, one last thing.

_{[The screen angles back downwards. To show off her BITCHIN' SWEET BLUE BIRDCATCHER PANTS THAT SHE STOLE WON FROM VAATI.]} Aw yeah! I have pants now. I can do anything.

This is gonna be awesome.

_{[It's dark, and the sound of boots on gravel are all that can be heard at first. It's not an out-of-control run like the last transmission, though. After a couple of seconds, the screen turns to show Heather's face, fairly faint but slightly illuminated by the glow of the screen as she walks.]}

So uh... yeah. Looks like I finally got to Cherrygrove. Better stylishly late than pathetically never, right?

_{[Though she looks far from stylish-- still covered in mud and scrapes from the Great Sentret Chase, and though it's sort of hard to tell with the crappy light the screen provides, she looks pretty darn tired too-- rubbing those eyes with a grimy fist. Still wearing an exhausted grin though.]}

Seems like a pretty nice little place. More happenin' than that first one... though not by much ...

Anyway... those of you who've been here, are we allowed to crash at those Center places, or are there hotels...? Or what? ... Oh yeah, and if there's not a laundromat, I think I may in fact have myself a pretty epic freakout session because I'm a walking mud pie and it's damaging my calm.

[The video feed pops on and shows... sky. More specifically, sky that's kind of wobbling around at a dizzying level (those who get nauseated easily might want to hold their screens a little further away from their faces until it stops). This is because Heather is lousy at expressing her frustrations in productive ways and she's kind of shaking it around until it works.]

Goddamn thi-- ... oh. HELLO~, it's working.

[The sky finally swings out of view and is replaced by a very, very freckly face and a short mop of bottle-blond hair that looks like its owner just rolled out of bed. Further adding to this impression, Heather's eyes are kind of puffy and tired-looking. Truth is they always look like this, but the stress of this whole situation hasn't exactly helped.]

So yeah, I guess this has like, some sort of internet on it? I guess? Because I've gotten videos from other people popping up on here when I press certain buttons, so, whatever, I guess it's recording or something.

If it's not.... well, then I guess I'll just be this place's equivalent of the crazy guys who walk around talking on imaginary cell phones. And it'll be hilarious.

[The camera's jiggling around a little as she speaks-- she's walking with it.]

Anyway, there's actually a couple of important things I wanna mention here so if you're getting this, don't change the channel just yet.

I noticed a lot of you seem to have a bunch of friends here that you've met up with and are traveling with. That's cool, I'm not like, asking to join your little clubs or anything. But... if any of you see a sort of sad-looking old guy with a beard and a trenchcoat, could you let me know? You'll recognize him because he kind of totally looks like a flasher and he kind of smells like fish.

I'd give a shout-out to him myself, but... well, if he's even here at all, I don't think he'd be able to figure out how to work this thing in the first place. I'm pretty sure he like, doesn't even know how to use a computer back home.

[The camera swings around, showing the backdrop of Route 29]

Yeah. Trees and shit. It's awesome.

I have one of these... monster things, but it's not with me right now, so I won't film it.

It's a dog and I hate dogs, so I put it back in that ball thing because it WON'T. STAY. AWAY FROM ME. For fuckin' serious. I swear, this thing is like, a drool generator. I only got one towel in my backpack, people. how on earth am I supposed to be dealing with the mass amounts of saliva this thing creates?

[There's a pause, she seems to have realized that she's been rambling like whoa and there's probably not even anyone watching anymore.]

... Well. I guess this has gone on longer than I meant it to, so I'll wrap it up.

There's just one last thing I gotta mention, and I'll make it quick.

See, I showed up here in this like... tiny-ass skirt, and the only OTHER thing in my backpack was a pair of equally-tiny-ass shorts, so. I don't have anything against tiny-ass skirts, in fact they're awesome, but I'm kind of a fan of, you know, not getting cuts and bloodsucking... things that live in grass that I hate all over my legs. This outfit isn't exactly great for roaming the great outdoors.

[The camera swings back around to Heather's face again, and she's wearing this super-intense expression. Furrowed brows, fire in the eyes and everything. This chick is serious, you guys.]

So I guess what I'm trying to say is... Battle me. And if I win, give me your pants. Ciao.

[The screen clicks off.]