<sub>[It's probably been a week and a half or so since anybody's heard a whole lot from Heather's end of the line-- given the recent turn of events, coupled with catching up on things with her father, she just hasn't been talking much.]

[But if anyone missed the sound of yet another ranty teenager on the 'Gear network, well, today their wishes and hopes will be realized.]

[A crackle of interference precedes her voice, and in the background there's the steady rumble of a Steelix making headway on a dirt path.]</sub>


Heeeey Johto, what's crackin'?

Totally fell off the face of the planet for a bit there.

Anyway, for those who care, Goldenrod just came into sight over the hill, so Dad and I'll be strolling into town within a couple hours, probably.

I'll be lookin' for a few of you as soon as we get checked in and stuff-- you guys know who you are. _{[She's lookin' at you, Kaito. Dinner plans aside, she still needs to give him that hug.]}

And uh-- Snake, you still in the hotel? I'll heal Solid up at the Center first if you want me to, but otherwise, I'm sure he'll be glad to see his Trainer. Sorry the trip wound up takin' so long.

Anyway, uh-- ... see you guys in a few hours.

... Feel free to call me up and chat, though, the road's dusty and it's a real bore to look at for hours on end.




_{[ooc: For Action, feel free to encounter Heather in the hotel lobby or Pokemon Center healin' up her monsters after arriving.]}

<sub>[There's a brief snapshot view of Heather's hotel room as the camera swings around-- the bed doesn't look slept in (although it is rumpled), her possessions are haphazardly on the floor by the wall-- as though they'd been tossed there and then nudged distractedly out of the way instead of picked up, and for once Cujo, who is lying on his belly over by the bathroom door, doesn't look like his usual derpily happy self. His cream-dotted doggy brows are peaked and his snout is on the floor between his paws. He's looking over in the direction of the camera worriedly.]

[That's all the viewer gets, though, because the camera turns on Heather as soon as she's got a good grip on the 'Gear.]

[There's rings under her eyes and she's just in a tank-top-- fairly obvious she hasn't slept yet. Her stare has a kind of angry energy to it despite her obvious exhaustion, though, and her voice is hoarse and flat in tone, like she spent the whole night yelling. Which she probably had.]</sub>


If there's someone in Goldenrod who wants to do a practice battle, hit me up. I'll be on that town green by that Slowbroco business building.

Don't come if you're not packing some power. I'm not going to play nice and I'd rather blow off steam on something or someone who can take it.

_{[And then she throws her bag's strap across her shoulder and hits disconnect.]}




[Audio, to Liquid.]

Liquid.

If you're there and aren't busy with something, can-- ... can we just-- fight?

I... I need to blow off some steam.

If not, that's okay, I'll figure something out.

....

I guess.

Yeah.

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After that, there is nothing.




ANNOUNCEMENT: THE IC.

-Well, gosh. For all sakes and purposes, Heather seems to have disappeared. Attempts to contact her PokeGear seem to be met only with thin static, blipping, or error messages, and, save for the assorted encounters of varying bizarreness in Violet City, the last time she was seen was about twelve hours before the fog started to disperse.

-A warrant has been issued for her arrest and sent out on the network (along with probably dozens of other warrants for other people, given the amount of chaos that was wreaked), on the counts of carrying a weapon, physical assault, destruction of property, and resisting arrest. A somewhat crappy (but recognizable) photograph, along with her full name (Heather Mason), are included. AKA she hasn't been arrested yet so the police apparently don't know where the heck she is, either.

-Likewise, Cujo is nowhere to be found. 8(

THE OOC:

-Unsurprisingly, this means that for the time being, Heather will not be responding to any messages or transmissions that occur after this log (although by all means feel free to backtag to that if you still want to participate!)

Likewise, your character is also perfectly free to try and get a message through to her, they just... won't be receiving any replies yet.

-That's 'bout it. KEEP BEIN' AWESOME, GUYS. Sorry for spamming so much during this plot!

AUDIO: PRIVATE MESSAGE TO JAMES SUNDERLAND

_{[It's the first time Heather's contacted James in awhile. Her voice is a little raspy and croaky for some reason, though there's forced casualness in its tone.]}

Hey... James?

Yeah, uh... I just wanted to apologize for snapping at you that one time when you brought up... you know.

I just wanted to let you know... it's not one of the cult members.

He's the real thing.

<sub>[Then several seconds of awkward silence-- a snuffly cough, and then the message ends.]


[ooc: If someone REALLY REALLY REALLY wanted to hack into Heather's outgoing messages, they could probably listen to this, not that it would tell them much of anything. Lol vague Heather is vague.]</sub>