victory_road | 003. [Video/Action for Goldenrod City] (hella backdated to like Oct. 3rd)

_{[THERE ARE LOTS OF WET SLAPPING NOISES. Someone is vigorously painting something with a large brush, slinging thick strokes of blue across a wooden surface.]

[The project was apparently nearing completion already by the time the camera was turned on, because it's only a couple of seconds before the view steps back, revealing:]}

_{[Anyone who's been doing any wandering in suburban Goldenrod lately may know about the weird, otherwise-nice house that has suddenly started getting its windows boarded up and had candles sprouting all over it like little glowing mushrooms. WELL, THIS IS THAT WEIRD HOUSE'S DOORWAY, AND NOW IT HAS A SPOOKY-LOOKING DEMONIC BLUE SYMBOL ON THE FRONT DOOR.]

[The camera whips around. The painter is Heather! She looks pissed. Whether that's funny or scary depends on whether or not you notice the fact that her freckles are now supplemented by a bunch of blue paint flecks.]

[She has only one thing to say to the camera.]}

God can kiss my ass.

_{[And the feed ends.]

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You doin' alright there?

_{[She drags one hand down the side of her face, leaving a blue smudge.]}

Juuuuust peachy.

How about you?

Probably a heck of a lot better than you?

You wanna talk about it?

Not really, because it goes into pretty wild Illuminati-level territory and I already look crazy enough to all the strangers who saw this.

No offense or anything.

Nah, I've seen way crazier. [ That's definitely reassuring. ] You're just fine!

Well, way crazier than a tired chick painting satanic shit on a door, sure.

The other stuff?

You'd have to do some convincing.

But enough of that.

I'm Heather and I need coffee and maybe some tips on getting paint off of clothing. What's your name, Concerned Stranger?

Hey, long as you don't try to shove your crazy onto other people like a hard-to-get-rid-of bug, that's alright with me.

Janey Springs! I'd offer to grab you a coffee but I'm not too thrilled about the idea of goin' to Goldenrod, but I can help with the paint. Why don't you try a bit of rubbing alcohol to the spots?

I'm a big fan of locking my crazy in a safe and then dumping it into the deepest mental well I can find. Always finds its way back up eventually, but hey, I do what I can.

Rubbing alcohol, huh. I'm sure we've got that somewhere in the house...

If you don't mind me asking, though, what's your beef with Goldenrod? It's a beautiful city.

Well, hey, if it works for you, who am I to judge?

[ ....... Well. She can't say the real reason, right... so she's just gonna-- ]

I'm not really the big city kinda gal, y'know?

Oh. I guess I can get that.

Total opposite for me, being out in the sticks gives me the heebie jeebies.

_{[Less so in Pokemon land than back 'home', but Heather's a city kid through and through.]}

So no visiting the real small towns for you, eh?

Yeah, not so much.

I mean, nowhere I've been in this world is like, awful, _{[Except for VIOLET FUCKING CITY but that's another story for another day]} but... yeah.

I tend to gravitate towards the places that never sleep, y'know?

To each her own, yeah? You can take to the bigger cities, I'll make up time enough for both of us in the smaller ones.

So how long've you been here, anyway?

Sounds like a plan.

And six years, actually.

Goin' on seven!

_{[If she sounds proud of that, it's because she... well, is. She's been here longer than most people she knows, and while it's not necessarily a personal accomplishment... she's still happy about it.]}

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