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victory_road2016-06-09 10:59 pm
foolishwren) wrote in victory_road2016-06-09 10:59 pm
001. [Video/Action for Cherrygrove City]
[Heather didn't make any video posts during the long, long slog from the rocky slopes of Route 46 to the pleasant, nostalgic beaches of Cherrygrove.]
[That reason is because she and everybody else on the hike look like absolute shit.]
[Even after a VERY LONG shower (thank god for Pokemon Centers that virtually never run out of hot water), there's still grime on her skin. SHE CAN FEEL IT. But oh well, she's gotta make a video anyway. So here network, please accept for your consideration one (1) exhausted, disheveled Heather Mason in what is very obviously a generic T-shirt on loan from the Center itself.]
[Behind her is what everyone will no doubt recognize as a Center lobby-- a place she hasn't had to crash in in years.]
Well, that sucked.
Hey, everybody.
This is Heather, checkin' in along with Henry-- [She shifts the 'Gear to the right so that it will show a man lying facedown and completely still across multiple lobby chairs, still streaked in mud and being tentatively nosed at by a very small Phanpy.]-- and Envy-- [She starts to shift the 'Gear to the left but is cut off with an indignant bark of "DON'T FILM ME."]
--well, point is, we're alive.
Uh, Lust? We're gonna stay here-- or in the hotel if we can scrounge the money-- for the night, and then fly home in the morning.
And Tobias? I did wind up gettin' a couple of Blake's Pokemon-- uh, a Kingler and a Gallade. Didn't check their names, but they're there. So, I'll be takin' care of those unless he comes back, I guess.
[She lifts a hand to cover up a barely-stifled yawn-- there's still dirt under her nails.]
So yeah I'm gonna go sleep forever now. Peace.
[That reason is because she and everybody else on the hike look like absolute shit.]
[Even after a VERY LONG shower (thank god for Pokemon Centers that virtually never run out of hot water), there's still grime on her skin. SHE CAN FEEL IT. But oh well, she's gotta make a video anyway. So here network, please accept for your consideration one (1) exhausted, disheveled Heather Mason in what is very obviously a generic T-shirt on loan from the Center itself.]
[Behind her is what everyone will no doubt recognize as a Center lobby-- a place she hasn't had to crash in in years.]
Well, that sucked.
Hey, everybody.
This is Heather, checkin' in along with Henry-- [She shifts the 'Gear to the right so that it will show a man lying facedown and completely still across multiple lobby chairs, still streaked in mud and being tentatively nosed at by a very small Phanpy.]-- and Envy-- [She starts to shift the 'Gear to the left but is cut off with an indignant bark of "DON'T FILM ME."]
--well, point is, we're alive.
Uh, Lust? We're gonna stay here-- or in the hotel if we can scrounge the money-- for the night, and then fly home in the morning.
And Tobias? I did wind up gettin' a couple of Blake's Pokemon-- uh, a Kingler and a Gallade. Didn't check their names, but they're there. So, I'll be takin' care of those unless he comes back, I guess.
[She lifts a hand to cover up a barely-stifled yawn-- there's still dirt under her nails.]
So yeah I'm gonna go sleep forever now. Peace.
[action]
[He's...pretty sure she's joking about that. He really hopes she is.]
[Thankfully the doors to the Center are automatic, so there's no juggling of bodies to be made as the group trudges in, and if the Joys are surprised to see a bunch of trainers arrive in such a state, they at least don't make any comment about it. Pokeballs are handed over, cheery music plays, and finally Al ushers the weary trio over to the showers.]
I'm gonna go get food for you all while you're getting clean; anything you're craving?
[action] THIS WAS APPARENTLY NEVER REPLIED TO, sorry for the lateness, just wrapping the thread up!
[Only the prospect of a nice, hot, water-that-doesn't-smell-like-swamp shower is enough to get her engine running again.]
Craving?
Food. Food in general.
... But no salads. Nothing that can be found in nature.
Maybe something deep-fried.
Alphonse, you're an angel descended from the heavens and we all owe you a life-debt, but if you'll excuse me I'm gonna go lie on the floor of a shower stall until all my skin is boiled off.