011. Video
[The feed cuts in on one very unhappy-looking Heather Mason. Her cheeks are flushed, her nose is red, her eyes are sore-looking, she's wrapped in a blanket, and her hair is sticking straight up into the air on one side, like she'd been asleep with her face smashed against the wall for hours or something (note: she had). Her voice sounds stuffed-up and occasionally she's sniffling. The rescue efforts, combined with the fact that she went wading after those runaway eggs like a moron, rewarded her with a very lovely cold. She's crouched in one of the squishy pink seats in the lobby of the Pokemon Center, in the corner. Judging from the noise level and the occasional jostling, it looks like the crowd in there hasn't dissipated. In the wake of the flood, the place is hopping with activity.]
Hey guys. I am trapped, running a mild fever, and am in need of some form of escape from reality. Since there's apparently no such thing as video games here and my head hurts too much to try and read, you guys are my source of relief. Hi.
Ever since a certain.... um... bathing incident, I'm not allowed to let several of my Pokemon out of their Balls-- .... heh. 'Balls'.-- ... yeah. So I don't even have them for company. ... Except for--
[The camera swivels around and settles to focus shakily on the bucket of water that's on the floor by her feet. Half-submerged in the bucket is a Magikarp. It's perfectly motionless aside from the continuous opening and closing of its mouth, and its glassy, vacant eyes are set straight on Heather, in a completely blank gaze that is either murderous or adoring, she can't even tell. Either way, it's creeping her out.]
That. And it won't stop staring at me.
[She turns the camera to face herself again, making a slightly aggravated face.]
That is so not a Dratini, Kairi. I am disappoint.
... On the other hand![She puts the 'Gear down on her lap so that everyone has a very nice close-up view of the pink, lint-covered surface of the blanket, and proceeds to rummage in what was presumably her bag, sitting on the seat next to her. There's rustling noises, a slightly indignant squawk, and a mumble of 'Sorry, Claudy...' from Heather, before she picks up the camera again and holds an Egg in front of it.]
I found this, too. Anyone know what the hell it is? I'd rather avoid any surprises this time.
.... Oh. And uh... one last thing.
Given... the flooding, and the fact that a bunch of people were... warped or something to ... various places, I kinda wanna ask... uh.
Well. Not that I'm a big organizer or anything, but...
... Can everyone who gets this transmission tell me where they are?
Even if it's just a little text message with the location, I don't really care. I'm just curious. [... And a little worried. As she's said to many, she really doesn't want to hear about a body-count once the flooding subsides...]
.... I hope everybody's safe.
[The feed ends.]
[ooc: Feel free to action if you're in the Violet Pokemon Center and your char wants to find Heather's cramped little corner!]