Blue sky to forever...

30 July 2010 @ 07:54 am

016. Video/Action for those in Violet Pokemon Center who are awake

_{[Of course Heather would leave her packing until a few minutes before she was going to leave]

[The gear's camera is turned on by accident as it's bumped around by her hurried shoving-of-random-crap into her bag, and the viewer is treated to a sideways view of the Pokemon Center. It's daybreak-- the lobby is quiet and just now starting to be lit by the windows rather than the fluorescent ceiling lights. Looks like after spending a week or so off by herself in the woods or something for reasons unknown, she came back to get ooooone last night's sleep in the comfort of a building before she set off again.]

[Finally, she lifts the tightpacked bag over her shoulder and adjusts her collar before picking up the 'Gear. Noting the camera's on, she offers the screen a tired grin and a little salute.]}

Headin' back in the direction of Cherrygrove. I'll be back in a week or so, I guess. Unless there's another Beedrill swarm're somethin'. That'd suck.

If anyone needs me... gimme a call.

... Or I guess you could just clutch at your hair and start screaming until I come back. That works too.

_{[And with that, she's off out the automatic door and into the increasingly-warm morning air. Heather was never much for backtracking, but this was a special case.]}

Yo, this is where I'm at: Violet City Pokemon Center

I'm feeling:

tired

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23 July 2010 @ 05:11 pm

013. Video

[OOC: SUP GUYS this is backdated to the day after Heather and Liquid decided that booze was the answer to their problems. ... Which means... this is awhile ago. SORRY I AM A HORRIBLE CONTINUITY-KILLING PERSON. The end results of this post will more or less explain why Heather's been quiet for awhile in the meantime. Sorry sorry sorry! _{Also I apologize in advance for Heather's relatively uncreative vulgarity.}]

_{[The feed's been on for awhile. It's been aiming straight upwards, giving a worm's eye view of the robin's egg blue, cloud-scudded sky, framed by a tight ring of pine trees. Pidgeys are chirping. A breeze makes the trees sway and lean. It's an incredible, beautiful day.]

[And Heather feels like someone ran over her head with a steamroller and then allowed an obese man on a pogo stick to use her skull as a trampoline for a few hours. And also the pogo stick was actually a live bear.]

[The first words out of her mouth, should anyone have happened to blip onto her feed at just the right time, were:]}

... Jesus whoremongling shitfuck. Ass.

_{[This is the voice of someone who is pretty much angry at everything that ever existed right now. And also the voice of someone who feels like their head is trapped in the Large Hadron Collider. So it's pretty much the most pathetic whimper that anyone here has probably ever heard coming out of Heather's mouth. But it's still filled with rage, so, y'know.]}

_{[The camera tumbles sideways as she sits up-- apparently it was lying on her stomach. Once on the ground, it gives everybody a nice view of where she was sleeping, which was evidently the bottom of some tree, somewhere. And also a nice view of Cujo's feet. Ten guesses who had woken her up.]}

Hnnnggh, oh, fuck ... go lick someone else for a fuckin' while, you stupid goddamn dog. Get.

_{[Shoving the concerned Growlithe away with one foot, Heather right-sided the Pokegear and lifted an arm to wipe the coating of puppy drool off of her face, grimacing and letting out a low moan of pain. Kids? Alcohol is bad. This is what it does to you. It sure as hell isn't the first hangover she's had, but it IS probably one of the worst. If only because it's the first one she's had in a good long while. That and before, she'd never been drinking anything that had come out of a garbage bag. Her eyes are bloodshot and baggy, her hair is sticking straight up on one side, and as the cherry on the cake, she appears to be wearing her vest sideways with her head sticking through one of the arm-holes.]}

Fuckin' ... never again.

_{[Covering her eyes to blot out Mr. Sun, who had apparently decided that he did not want to be her friend anymore and furthermore that her eyes were his mortal enemy that must be destroyed, she peered downwards and finally noticed the cheery little red light on the 'Gear that indicated that her pain was currently being broadcast far and wide. Gritting her teeth, she reached down and picked it up.]}

Boys n'girls, this is a public services announcement. I am so fucking hungover right now.

Yep.

That's it.

That's the public announcement.

You're welcome.

Liquid, m'gonna kill ya. Twice. I don't care that it was my idea.

I am pretty much angry at everything in the world except for starving Nigerian orphans.

..... does Nigeria even fucking exist here?

... No. No it doesn't

Fuck.

I guess I'm angry at everything then.

_{Fucking dadaists.}

_{[Feed goes black. ... Apparently, Heather doesn't like dadaists.]}

Yo, this is where I'm at: Outskirts of Violet City

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08 July 2010 @ 02:23 pm

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!]}

Yo, this is where I'm at: Violet City Pokemon Center

I'm feeling:

sick

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04 July 2010 @ 11:20 am

009. Text

Video function's still acting screwy.

I'm staying in the Violet Center but I'd like to mention to ANYONE still dumb enough to be out in this weather that you should get somewhere with shelter NOW. .... and that 'dumb' part only applies to people who aren't actually STUCK (but totally will be soon if you stay out there), sorry dudes, I know YOU guys can't help it.

James... I'm sure you're still in Cherrygrove and aren't enough of a dumbass to leave now, but if you get this message, sit tight, all right? It's bad out there.

_{[Heather doesn't need to lose the only member of that 'secret club'.]}

... Anyway, I'M going out. Otacon, buddy, don't say a word.

If any of you are on Route 31 close to the city, tell me and I'll try to get to you.

If you're still multiple days away, though, your best option might be to hang tight and wait.

Bringing rope and umbrellas, and possibly makeshift flotation devices.

Hope to see some of you guys soon.

I'm feeling:

determined

Yo, this is where I'm at: Violet City Pokemon Center (at the time of the text)

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