thinkimsuperman | [video .001] -- Route intro post

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[video .001] -- Route intro post

((OOC: oh my god, you guys, what am I even doing? Late intro is so late because of NaNoWriMo and I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M DOING, besides. Enjoy :'D Sorry if I derp this up like the derp I am. Also, feel free to add your own character tags. Tag add new/delete and add/remove to entry is set to any user because I am too trusting))

[the feed shows Douglas Cartland blinking in the middle of a random field in the sunlight, shielding his eyes from the sun. He's got his 'gear in one hand and his Shuckle in the other and he's staring hard into the screen]

How the heck do I... how am I supposed to work this thing? Is it like a phone? One of those new video phone things or...

[pause]

Oh, it's recordin'. Okay. Well uh... not sure if anybody can hear this but I'd really like to know where I am. Some woman gave me lunch and shoved me outside when I woke up this morning, but that's not really important. What I really wanna know is where I woke up.

Hello? Anybody listenin'?

[he frowns]

There's no way this is Maine.

[he resists the urge to say "I have a feeling I'm not in Kansas anymore", because this isn't the time at all]

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[A friendly face...oh wait. dear lord isn't this man supposed to be dead, possibly. Appears on the screen.]

It's a bit of a confusing story I'm afraid.

[the last time Douglas saw him, he was dead under a sheet, so what? But there will be time for that later, because right now there are more important matters at hand]

Yeah, I figure any story that involves wakin' up someplace other than where I fell asleep is gonna be a lot to take in. [he offers Harry a small, slightly awkward smile]

_{[There's been more than one occasion in which Heather's reflected on what she wants out of this place. A lot of people want to leave. She doesn't. There's nothing for her back home.]

[Except for one thing.]

[There is literally one thing she would even remotely consider wanting to go home for, and it's usually with a sort of sick sense of guilt when she considers this because as much as she misses her one and only earthly remaining friend, she always knew that even the prospect of getting to see him again wasn't enough to make her want to leave what had essentially become more of a home than home had been... even though she honestly and earnestly worried about how he was doing without her.]

[LUCKILY?]

[That guilt's about to be remedied.]}

_{[That voice crackling out of her speakers is... familiar.]

[The last few times that's happened, it's been a decidedly unpleasant surprise.]

[At first, she's not even sure she heard right. It's in her pack when she does hear it, and she's out of the hotel room (... and therefore not around for the inevitable Cold Shoulder Coronary (tm) to hit when her father figures out who he's talking to...) and trying to get a vending machine down by the mart to give her something, so his initial message sounds sort of more like "MMmgrzzzpht? Kghmmmrt" or something.]

[... But she's fairly sure she's heard that mumbly voice before.]

[She pauses with her fist raised, tilting her head to the side.]

[Was that...?]}

_{[.... Nah, it was definitely her imagination. She bangs a few more times on the vending machine to try and get the bag of chips to drop.]}

_{[..... That was definitely NOT her imagination.]

[Cue her diving into her bag so fast that it startles the sleepy Growlithe lying on the cool pavement outside the store awake with a deep woof.]

[When she at last locates the 'Gear, it's around the tail-end of Douglas's message, but that's enough. She doesn't need to hear WHAT he was saying to know that the face on the screen is one she's missed since getting here.]}

_{[There's a fizzle of static around the edges when Heather hits the video feed button to put her connection through-- anything electronic belonging to somebody like Heather is going to develop some dings and oddities after being thrown around and chewed on or dropped by her Pokemon so much. But hey-- the staticky intro is sort of fitting, yeah?]

[At least it's a friendly face that will form out of that static on Douglas' screen.]

[It's Heather.]

[... A Heather that's much tanner than the one he saw last, and with quite an impressive increase in freckles, but Heather.]

[She's grinning.]}

'Bout time you made it, old man.