Room 011 [accidental video]

[no_ufo_ending]

[This particular entry opens with a blurry view of the Poke'Mart's logo printed on a paper sack. Henry's got his 'gear in his shirt pocket and his arms full of groceries. It's not long before a faint female voice is heard off-camera.]

Okay, I'll look.

[A door closes and -- LIGHT. And a hotel room! The sacks are placed on the floor and Henry quickly

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[foolishwren]

[Heather is already halfway down the stairs to head back out again, having wrongfully assumed that Henry was competent enough to drop the groceries off in the room and grab the treats without needing supervision.]

[She pauses at the sound of her name being said at an actual indoor-voice level because when Henry is that loud, it means there's a problem.]

... Dude, what's the matter?

[Looking over her shoulder.]

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[HAVE A HENRY, Heather, shuffling towards you at a rapid pace going D'B. He pauses before he gets to her and gestures like a madman.]

Heather. Heather. Heather.

[Yes, that is Heather's name, Henry good job.]

There is-- There are--

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[harryusedworry]

[Meanwhile Harry has made his way to where Heather is.]

Is everything all right?

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[foolishwren]

[GOOD QUESTION, HARRY. Heather's stopped and is raising a brow at the frantic photographer.]

There's-- ... what?

What's going on?

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[Henry sucks in a breath and suddenly looks...very guilty about something. Which is unusual because other than occasionally being in the way due to his habit of sitting in weird places, he keeps himself out of trouble.]

Owls.

[Without another word he whips back around and scurries down the hall to peek in the hotel room door and see if they were still there. THEY WERE. Without bothering to wait for them to catch up he comes dashing back their way. DB IT LOOKED LIKE THERE WERE EVEN MORE OF THEM NOW WHY WAS THIS HAPPENING TO HIM.]

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[harryusedworry]

....owls?

[Harry is even more confused.]

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[foolishwren]

[Heather exchanges a bewildered glance with her father before shrugging expressively and starting to follow Henry down the hall. ... And then she gets to the door.]

.... Oh.

[Action]

[no_ufo_ending]

[Henry crept up behind Heather to stare wearily into the OWL ROOM. If anybody happened to be listening, they might have heard a tiny 'ping!' sound as Henry's nerves finally snapped. He sank to the carpet, leaned against the wall outside the hotel room and began fishing in his pockets for something. SOMETHING IMPORTANT.]

Nnn...

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[harryusedworry]

[Looking in the room.]

.......

Do I even want to ask?

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[foolishwren]

[JUST. STARING.]

[She is used to her bag being filled with one large owl. Not... a bajillion smaller owls. How many are there? She's not even sure she wants to count.]

I-- .... I think...

... The miracle of life happened in my RK9 sports bag.

[Action]

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[AHA. Henry finds his cigs and a lighter and procedes to light up right there in the hall. <8[ Pff pff pff pff. This wasn't happening. NOPE. He was gonna stare at the room across the hall.]

I couldn't find the dog treats.

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[harryusedworry]

[Glancing over. B|, really Henry?]

Put that out, you're in a building.

[Back to Heather.]

How many of them are there?

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[foolishwren]

[Heather shoots Henry a glance as well-- she's noticed him smoking from time to time but naturally never thought it to be a big deal-- although of course, Harry WOULD think otherwise...]

I... I don't know.

A pile.

Just... a pile. That's how many.

[... Is it bad that she's actually sort of secretly happy that none of them are Eevees?]

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[no_ufo_ending]

[Henry glances up at Harry long enough to look sorry but doesn't put his cig out. He wished he could convey through his <8[ face that IF HE PUT THIS CIG OUT HE WOULD START SCREAMING AND THERE WOULD BE NO END TO IT. He spoke around the filter.]

Thousands.

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[harryusedworry]

It can't be thousands.

[Looking at him. Are you going to stare down Harry Mason? B| No smoking inside.]

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[foolishwren]

It's not thousands. There's like... fifteen.

... Maybe twenty?

[She's tentatively stepping into the room now, bending down to scoop up one of the many roly-poly owls that had tumbled out of the bag. Because unlike somebody, she's not scared of Hoothoots.]