[closed log] There's a Skitty on the other side of the country and she NEEDS to be rescued

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Who: Envy, Heather, Henry, Lust, Scar
Where: Goldenrod to Lavender and everything in between
When: Mid-September
Warnings: Scar is adjusting to no longer living in an apartheid state, so there will be some canon-typical discussion about that.
Summary: Henry and Scar need their Pokemon back. The found family is coming along with them.

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Scar crouched at Henry's side in mirroring crab formation to stare at the tracks. A great photo...

Frowning in thought, he also takes out his 'gear and opens the camera function. There are only six photos in Scar's phone storage, and they're all stock photos that come with the app.

Well, it's about to become seven.

He boldly snaps the worst picture mankind has ever taken of a set of prints in the woods. Primary factor: the monolith shadow.

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Henry glances up when Scar snaps his own photo. At first he finds himself a little curious. Maybe Scar liked nature too--something they could talk about. Then he thinks again and looks at his own image preview.

"Oh--we should move out of the light. This angle, the shadows from the sun make them really stand out." Henry says. He then looks at Scar with a patient expectance. By "we" he means you, Scar.

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Realization slowly, visibly dawns in Scar's eyes, and he scuttles out of the way, making his Bigness considerably smaller so as to no longer block out the sun. He didn't need the directions to be wrapped in such gentle phrasing, but he does take note of it. Little unnecessary considerations like that still catch him a touch off guard.

And would you look at that, this image is much better!

Now off to the side and looming slightly behind Henry, Scar watches the other man's 'gear screen from over his shoulder. He seems to know what he's doing far more than Scar does.

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Once the way is clear, Henry snaps the photo. He holds the 'Gear out a little ways and looks at it with one eye and then the other. He nods and holds the Poke'Gear closer for Scar to see.

"It's not quite golden hour, but I really like it."

Then he shuffles to the side so Scar can be in the same spot he was, should he want the nice sunset pic of the tracks in the dirt.

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Ough. Yes. Scar once again does a very large man's facsimile of Henry's crab walk, shuffling into place to crouch over the footprints. They look much better, now that his frame is no longer blocking the sun. His enormous hands hold the dwarfed 'gear steady as he lines up the shot, fat-fingers the volume button, then finally gets the picture, the device making a small shutter sound.

Scar peers closer at the screen, still in a catcher's position, and stares at his own personal work of art for a minute.

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"Mine is blurry."

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"Oh, no..." says Henry softly as he looks at Scar's photo. The Poke'Gear can be unpredictable.

"Try taking a few more--usually at least one turns out nice."

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Scar had never been particularly curious about the odd technology of this world. He turns his 'gear over in his hands, looking for some kind of storage.

"How many does it hold?"

As if he's concerned he's going to use up all his space. Just wait til he hears about the cloud.

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Henry watches Scar fiddle with his Poke'Gear and for a moment, he isn't quite sure what he's doing. He doesn't comment on it for the moment.

"Hundreds. I've filled it up once, but you can just get a card to put them on--or onto a computer. I just delete the ones that don't turn out."

He looks down at his 'Gear. "I've lost so many...with coming back again, I mean. I had this great picture of Cujo on here. He was sleeping so soundly on top of some of Heather's clothes. I'm surprised I got so close without him waking up and jumping all over me. Man."

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Right. The entire concept of digital storage is still somewhat lost on Scar. He gets that it's something like a record, but something so small holding onto so many things so large is borderline unfathomable. Friend gives up his search and turns the device around again, pointing the camera back at the footprints for a second attempt.

He's distracted, though, by what Henry says next. Unguarded sympathy crosses Scar's stoic features

"Perhaps we could coax him into the laundry again."

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This earns a small smile from Henry.

"I'm sure we can. We'll just need to ask Heather for some of his favorite treats."

His attention shifts to the others in the near distance and he snaps a couple of quick photos.

"Now that I have my job back, I can save up to get all these printed."

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Job... That thing Scar has never been quite able to hold himself to. Scar watches, somewhat mystified as Henry takes some quick pictures of the rest of the group. He nearly reopens his 'gear again, but something stops him. He slips it back into his pocket.

"What is your job?"

Another thing he simply wouldn't have thought to be curious about, before, but it's been something on his mind since he's gotten back. And he would like to know more about Henry.

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"Oh--I'm a receptionist at the Pokemon Center. Usually the one in Goldenrod, but I warp when the others are short staffed." Henry answers helpfully. "It's the best job I've ever had...though helping the monks at Sprout Tower was pretty good too."

The juice!!!