62. [Text/Video]
[TEXT]-- locked to Otacon, Kaito, Rise, Snake, Phoenix, and Cybil-- (who Heather doesn't realize is gone yet oops)]
Hey, if you're there, answer ASAP
It's important.
[VIDEO]
[Dad's here.]
[Dad's here.]
[Dad is here and it's for real.]
[Heather knows because she went to sleep that night after talking what felt like forever-- almost positive that in the morning she'd wake up and that video message would be gone entirely, just a figment cooked up from her tired, bug-fried imagination and a whole lot of wishful thinking-- ... but nope. There it was.]
[Which of course meant that there was still a distinct possibility that she'd just gone CRAZY.]
[But hey. One good way to find out if THAT was true or not: Post stupid Pokemon videos to the network! If reality had indeed warped, maybe the responses she'd get would all be from Lovecraftian monstrosities and Picasso paintings instead of the fine people of Johto.]
Haha, oh my god, you guys. Look at this.
[The feed shakily settles on an intense drama unfolding on the floor of Heather's room.]
[The little surprise-Eevee who hatched on April Fool's Day is lying on her back on the floor, just waving her tiny, stubby legs and occasionally rolling back and forth fruitlessly-- her enormous, completely-floppy ears puddled on the floor on either side of her, apparently heavy enough to prevent her from rolling over and getting to her feet entirely. She's not making any complaining sounds, or even looking particularly distressed. Just... quietly flailing and tipping back and forth.]
[When the camera turns on, it's with Godzilla the Totodile approaching. Maybe to help her up?]
[... Nope.]
I think he's jealous because this thing's been getting way more attention than him-- op-- look at that. He's jeaaalous!
[The little crocodile Pokemon had turned to face the screen, reptilian lips pouched in an angry pout.]
Sorry, 'Zilla. I call it like I see it. You-- no, don't you shake your head at me. You're practically turnin' green right now.
Keep this up and you'll look like a normal alliga-- hey, where're you going?
[The camera shifts to follow Zilla as he waddles angrily off to the other side of the room to sulk underneath the bed. Heather calls after him.]
Y'know your face will stick like that if you leave it too long!
Hahah....
.....
He's probably gonna eat all my pants.
[BETTER CHECK ON THAT. Brief jerk of the camera as Heather starts to get up and then the feed goes blank.]