bluedespitebeing: (praying)
[It had been a month. When Lisa had first started having the dreams, she simply brushed them off as a bad night. Then one bad night had become two, then four, until finally the nurse was running on very little sleep. Lisa had, of course, heard about this happening before--days being lost being followed by extremely vivid dreams--but her dehumanization wasn't something she wanted to bring up again. The nurse is working in the inn's kitchen at a time very few people should still be awake, absorbed in her thoughts, when Peony decides to have a little fun.

The feed opens up to...a leg. Those familiar with her first network post might think that perhaps Lisa's dropped her gear again until a soft, cheerful chirp is heard.]


Hap! Happiny, hap!

[It seems this little pokemon's seen others filming their trainers, and wanted to try her hand at it, too! Boy, does she sound proud of herself. With a tiny grunt, the camera's view moves up to a woman's face for the briefest of moments, and then swings alarmingly up to the ceiling accompanied by a panicked squeal.

Oh. Oh, right. Happiny are really round, aren't they?]


Are you okay? You just about gave me a heart attack...

[In a second, the gear and the pokemon are picked up. Lisa looks tired, as she often does these days, with purple-tinted pouches under her eyes.]

If only I had as much energy as you, Peony...

[She offers a weak smile before giving in to a yawn. Guess she'd better address those other night owls...]

So what do others do when they can't sleep?

[Lisa bends to set the Happiny down again, then straightens as she runs her free hand through her hair and sighs.]

Maybe I'll just...go eat some cereal.

[She had the strangest feeling that would make her feel better.]
bluedespitebeing: (excuse me)
I've been thinking about words.

[Hello, Route! Today, this nurse is blood- and static-free, and she's also tied her hair back in a loose ponytail. Seems she's quite comfortable. Her tone is more one of musing, than confusion, which is always a step-up in her book.]

Things can have a price, but they can also have a worth. And both of those are good things, generally, and reflect something's value. So why is it good when something is priceless, but not when it's worthless?

[Lisa shakes her head.]

I suppose it's not important. But--

[She's cut off by a sharp series of taps at her window behind her, and she turns to see...a Hoothoot. And frowns. That thing sure is staring at her pretty hard...]

Again? Maybe I shouldn't have fed it...

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