Dec. 10th, 2018 10:31 am
24th Recipe [Video, Goldenrod City]
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[The shot opens up on an alley of stalls at Goldenrod's Christmas Market. People and Pokemon are walking by, all in good cheer, shopping and snacking on holiday treats. Soft, colored light seem to frame the entire scene. The view pulls back to show that it's being filmed through a fence that's been liberally wound with multicolored string lights. There's a red picnic table before the filmer (one at which presumably they are sitting), and a couple of reusable totes to one side, packed full with spoils from the market. The view dips down a little and lingers on the empty space in front of the filmer, where someone else could be sitting. Where someone else would likely be sitting.]
...Do you ever just feel sort of...disappointed in things, sometimes?
[It's Jane's voice, but she hasn't turned the camera around to face her. She doesn't want to. Instead, it lifts up and focuses back on the people going back and forth in the market proper.]
Like...not to be a humbug, never, but for example, the holidays. You get everything ready to go and look forward to a million little things and when the day finally turns up on the calendar it's. It's not quite right. Or something's missing. Or someone's not around anymore and nothing feels like it should.
[There's a little sigh, and a lingering pause.]
Sorry, I'm just. In a mood, I guess. A lonely mood. Which is so silly, I'm not alone here...none of us are really alone here. But it's possible to be lonely. [Another pause as the feed pulls back towards the picnic table. There's a small cup of hot cocoa, joined after a moment by an empty cup placed down by two small, pink hands - Dinah's here, she's always here.] If you're at the market, do you want to join us for cocoa? I can cover you. [Jane rattles off the booth number and a couple of landmarks.] If not, I'd really love to just chat with someone today. About anything.
...Do you ever just feel sort of...disappointed in things, sometimes?
[It's Jane's voice, but she hasn't turned the camera around to face her. She doesn't want to. Instead, it lifts up and focuses back on the people going back and forth in the market proper.]
Like...not to be a humbug, never, but for example, the holidays. You get everything ready to go and look forward to a million little things and when the day finally turns up on the calendar it's. It's not quite right. Or something's missing. Or someone's not around anymore and nothing feels like it should.
[There's a little sigh, and a lingering pause.]
Sorry, I'm just. In a mood, I guess. A lonely mood. Which is so silly, I'm not alone here...none of us are really alone here. But it's possible to be lonely. [Another pause as the feed pulls back towards the picnic table. There's a small cup of hot cocoa, joined after a moment by an empty cup placed down by two small, pink hands - Dinah's here, she's always here.] If you're at the market, do you want to join us for cocoa? I can cover you. [Jane rattles off the booth number and a couple of landmarks.] If not, I'd really love to just chat with someone today. About anything.