029 [accidental video/action for Goldenrod!]
[ooc; Kit, this takes place prior to his log with Heather. :3]
[When the feed opens, it's obvious that Phoenix has no idea it's on -- after all, he's looking nowhere near it, and from the giggling "Furrr"'s and wobbly picture, one can deduce that it's the lawyer's Furret playing mean tricks on him again. Shame on you, Lady!
From what you can see from the interior, it looks as if Phoenix is inside the Game Corner! But what would he be doing there, you wonder? After all, he'd just been complaining about the fact that there isn't any actual gambling games inside...
...or is there? Because from what you can see, Phoenix is sitting behind a table in the corner of the building, with two rather unfortunate NPCs sitting across from him. The look on his face is not unlike the shit-eating grin he gets when he finally gets a break in court, and as you're watching, he takes the two cards he was holding in his hand and flashes them at his opponents.
Looks like they're playing poker!]
Straight flush.
[Man, he looks so pleased. You might want to treasure that expression, everyone, beause he doesn't make it often.]
Wha-- [The NPC closest to the camera looks as if he's about to go on a homicidal rampage, and after throwing his own set of cards down on the table, amid the five cards already spread there, he points a finger accusingly at Phoenix and growls;] That's the tenth time you've won now, man! What're you playing at?!
...we're playing at poker, aren't we?
[...wrong answer, Phoenix. It looks like you've only angered the poor guy further.] Don't you get cute with me, you little--
H-hey, hey, calm down, alright? [Phoenix waves a hand, grinning sheepishly.] It's not like we're playing for money, right? I told you, it's just a game. Don't get too upset over it. Maybe you're just having a bad day.
Bad day, my ass. [Grumble, grumble. Grabbing his more passive companion by the arm, the fuming man marches right past the camera and out of the Game Corner, kicking at one of the machines on the way out.
Cue more giggling Furret sounds.
Phoenix, meanwhile, looks as if he sort of feels bad about upsetting the guy like that...until he spots some other poor, hapless citizen eying him and his table curiously. After gathering the cards on the table and shuffling them like a pro, he's about to flag the woman down when--]
YOU.
[EEK! Startled, Phoenix spasms a bit, and the red-backed cards slip out of his hands and scatter all across the table and floor. Whirling around, he comes face to face with none other than the Game Corner's manager.]
...er, yes?
WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?
[Oh god, this guy is using caps lock. Phoenix looks a little panicked.] I-I'm just playing poker, I mean, we're not even playing for money or anything--
YOU'RE LOSING MY CUSTOMERS IS WHAT YOU'RE DOING.
H-Hey, it's not my fault that they're sore loosers--
[But this burly man is having none of that. He towers over Phoenix menacingly, and the lawyer actually cringes back into his seat, now looking mildly terrified.]
I WANT YOUR SNEAKY LITTLE HIDE OUT OF HERE BY THE COUNT OF THREE, OR BY ARCEUS I SWEAR I WILL MAKE YOU.
B-but--
ONE.
[Asgkgj--Phoenix flails his arms a bit, bolting up to his feet and meandering around his table and the infuriated manager scrambling to pick up his cards from the table and ground.] But I was just--!
TWO.
If you would just let me finish a sentence--
THREE.
[Next thing you know, there's a sharp, surprised "Furr!" as SUDDENLY, RED SCARF IN YOUR FACE. The camera justles around, and you can see Phoenix's OH GOD HELP ME expression -- it looks as if he'd grabbed Lady, and is now running as if all of hell is at his heels.
Within reason, too -- for a split-second, the camera catches a shot of what's behind him, and it...pretty much looks like a giant tomato is chasing the poor guy, what with how red with rage the manager is.
He also happens to be a very fast runner.]
GET BACK HERE, YOU LITTLE--
[And, after catching one more shot of Phoenix, the Pokégear bumps against the door to the Game Corner, and the feed abruptly ends.
Replies will be delayed by about a half-hour or so, once Phoenix has fled back to the safety of his hotel room.]