[VIDEO/ACTION] 002: Embrace the madness
[ Thanks to Heather, Angela has got the idea of annoying the hell out of everyone ever in order to get home. It's something of a suicide attempt. The problem was, how to annoy people enough?]
[People in Cherrygrove might notice a few people gathering in front of a house to stare up at it. It's an ordinary house. A plain, simple one. Except there is someone on the roof. Angela holds the Pokègear in front of her face, speaking into it urgently.]
Listen to me. I- I want whoever's in charge to send me back right now. Or else... or else I'll be trouble for all of you! You'll see! Just watch!
[She sets the Gear down so it's staring down at the ground. In the process, one might notice a bag, just out of sight. It is a large bag. A simple, black bin bag. She hefts it like a particularly strange, out of season and wrongly dressed Santa - perhaps one that had fallen on hard times and gained boobs in the process. Then she delves her hand into it and pulls out - a handful of frilly knickers. She throws them down onto the passerbys.]
You see? I may not be able to hurt you, but-
[Some of you might recognise those knickers. She'd taken them from houses, from laundrylines, from anywhere she could get them. Anyone passing by is going to get pelted with someone's underwear. Possibly their own.]
-I will wage war on you with these panties.
[And somehow, she sounds entirely serious. Cold, even. Her nervousness is gone so suddenly.]
Men try to avoid mention of our nature as women. They flinch from the sight of our panties, calling them filthy and disgusting. That is, when they're not leering after it, trying to get a peek. Doublestandards? But you only like it when it's sexy, right? Well guess what? I've got a bag or two full of women's underwear. Granny pants, sexy lace things and even thongs and you're going to have to face it. That is, unless you want to send me home. You don't think I enjoy doing this to you, do you?
So send me back.
[A shower of lace underthings. There may be a bra in that one. The cubone dances at her feet, waving its bone around happily. The feed cuts off, but she will continue to throw her weapons at passersby.]
(So yeah, Angela is throwing knickers at people to try to annoy them enough to get sent home. Enjoy. Also be wary, some of them she just kind of... picked up. THERE MAY BE HOLES IN SOME OF THEM. Ahem. Be glad she didn't decide on feminine products.)
[People in Cherrygrove might notice a few people gathering in front of a house to stare up at it. It's an ordinary house. A plain, simple one. Except there is someone on the roof. Angela holds the Pokègear in front of her face, speaking into it urgently.]
Listen to me. I- I want whoever's in charge to send me back right now. Or else... or else I'll be trouble for all of you! You'll see! Just watch!
[She sets the Gear down so it's staring down at the ground. In the process, one might notice a bag, just out of sight. It is a large bag. A simple, black bin bag. She hefts it like a particularly strange, out of season and wrongly dressed Santa - perhaps one that had fallen on hard times and gained boobs in the process. Then she delves her hand into it and pulls out - a handful of frilly knickers. She throws them down onto the passerbys.]
You see? I may not be able to hurt you, but-
[Some of you might recognise those knickers. She'd taken them from houses, from laundrylines, from anywhere she could get them. Anyone passing by is going to get pelted with someone's underwear. Possibly their own.]
-I will wage war on you with these panties.
[And somehow, she sounds entirely serious. Cold, even. Her nervousness is gone so suddenly.]
Men try to avoid mention of our nature as women. They flinch from the sight of our panties, calling them filthy and disgusting. That is, when they're not leering after it, trying to get a peek. Doublestandards? But you only like it when it's sexy, right? Well guess what? I've got a bag or two full of women's underwear. Granny pants, sexy lace things and even thongs and you're going to have to face it. That is, unless you want to send me home. You don't think I enjoy doing this to you, do you?
So send me back.
[A shower of lace underthings. There may be a bra in that one. The cubone dances at her feet, waving its bone around happily. The feed cuts off, but she will continue to throw her weapons at passersby.]
(So yeah, Angela is throwing knickers at people to try to annoy them enough to get sent home. Enjoy. Also be wary, some of them she just kind of... picked up. THERE MAY BE HOLES IN SOME OF THEM. Ahem. Be glad she didn't decide on feminine products.)