leaf 010 | [video; action for the Goldenrod hotel THERE WILL BE SCREAMING]

[bookmarking]

...geez, where did I put my pot of gold? I must've been really sleepy after the festival...

[Have a Clover rummaging through the stuff she's piled up on her desk, searching for one of the props she used yesterday as part of her leprechaun costume. Books, shopping bags, and her own pack are strewn all over the surface, and she's cleaning them up - and she must have accidentally switched on her gear while sifting through her stuff and setting said gear aside. A Dratini (from Layton, oh yes) is curled around her arm.

She disappears off-screen with her pack and one of the bags, but her voice is still clear as day.]

Light! I can't find my - wait, where'd you find it?

[No Roserade-type sounds. He's probably pointing or gesturing in reply, as the gear is still focused on a...somewhat more organized stack of stuff on the desk.]

Thanks, I - aaaaaah! [And yes, that was an ear-piercing shriek. Well, what do you expect from a girl with a really high voice?] What the - w-when did this happen?! G-g-gimme the gear, quick!

[A Roserade will now step into view and promptly grab the PokéGear as it continues to record. Soon it is passed to Clover, whose eyes are wide and who looks like she's clutching onto it for dear life (the Dratini is gone, probably spooked by her scream or something). Soon her expression of shock gives way to one of...excitement. Exhilaration. Amazement. In fact, she doesn't speak for a while, and lets out a laugh. And another.]

... 

There...there are eggs in my pot. I think they're Eevee eggs.

[And now she's yelling into the gear, forgetting to filter this particular bit of the post to one (1) Ken Amada.]

Ken, wherever you are, get over here quick - Io and Neptune probably had eggs!

[Some time later, filtered to Seven, Lotus and Junpei]

[Clover is calmer now, but still happy as happy can be.]

Want an Eevee egg? It's free, and this is a once-in-a-lifetime offer!

Comments

[Video]

[foolishwren]

I refuse to believe that I'd still be stubbing my toes, spilling stuff on myself every time I wear something white, and getting piles of sand in my UNDERWEAR somehow every time I went to the beach if this was actually virtual reality.

No machine is that detailed.

[Video]

[4leafcleaver.livejournal.com]

Maybe the machine that dragged us all in here is that detailed.

[Video]

[foolishwren]

No machine is that detailed.

<sub>[... She repeats, stubbornly.]

[S-sorry Clover, Heather has experienced too many gargantuan mindfucks in her life already to want to consider the possibility that all this-- her Pokemon, the friends she's made, the land around her-- could not be real.]

[... Not to mention...]</sub>

No machine could replicate him.

[Video]

[4leafcleaver.livejournal.com]

Him? Him who? [Sorry, she just had to ask.]

[Video]

[foolishwren]

My father.

[Video]

[4leafcleaver.livejournal.com]

...oh. But I'm not saying he was replicated. I don't think anyone here is a virtual reality...I was only talking about the environment.

Still, you're right. Maybe being in a video game doesn't mean literally being in one, but just being in something that looks like it could've come from one.

[Video] APOLOGIES FOR HEATHER'S BITCHINESS XD;

[foolishwren]

_{[Her tone is sharp. Sharper than necessary. After all, it's not like Clover's really said anything worthy of snapping. But this is a bit of a sore point for Heather.]}

My dad is dead.

If this is a virtual reality? It'd stand to reason that he, and anyone else, probably is, too.

And it's not.

Okay?

[Video] Nah, that's fine.

[4leafcleaver.livejournal.com]

[Clover doesn't say anything, but her eyes do widen a bit. She doesn't speak till after a while.]

...

Well, I see what you mean.

[Video]

[foolishwren]

... Yeah.

_{[Said a bit gruffly. ... Although now she realizes that she just made this conversation a bit awkward. Um.]}