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fifth pokéball ☯ action/phone
A; 1447 Mitchell Road; morning
[After the last two days of having Canada and Holland die to keep any of them from going crazy again, Hilda decided there was no way she could let them keep doing it on their own. All she'd gotten were some cuts--admittedly painful ones, but she'd survived, right? Of course, getting the milk before either of them wasn't going to be easy, and she was sure someone would notice if she snuck out of her bedroom.
The solution, of course, was using the window and jumping out to where Samurott waited to catch her. So she takes the milk directly from the Milkman--trying to pretend she wasn't afraid of him--and drinks a bottle right there on the front step. It doesn't do anything at first, at least. Maybe she got lucky.
When Holland and Canada come downstairs, they'll find Hilda dumping out the rest of the bottles in the sink. She's feeling a bit sick to her stomach by this point, but not awful yet.]
B; 1447 Mitchell Road; afternoon
[Okay, now she feels awful, curled up on her bed clinging to Cinccino, sobbing into the little Pokemon's fur. Samurott is pacing her room, watching any who approach his trainer with a more critical eye than usual and nuzzling up to the girl as best a giant samurai sea lion can. As for Hilda, she's never been in this much pain before; her body is shaking from the sheer exhaustion of it.]
C; phone
[Hilda doesn't sound at all good--her voice is shaky and somewhat muffled, because turning her head any more seems like too much painful effort.]
What's the worst thing the milk can do to you?
[After the last two days of having Canada and Holland die to keep any of them from going crazy again, Hilda decided there was no way she could let them keep doing it on their own. All she'd gotten were some cuts--admittedly painful ones, but she'd survived, right? Of course, getting the milk before either of them wasn't going to be easy, and she was sure someone would notice if she snuck out of her bedroom.
The solution, of course, was using the window and jumping out to where Samurott waited to catch her. So she takes the milk directly from the Milkman--trying to pretend she wasn't afraid of him--and drinks a bottle right there on the front step. It doesn't do anything at first, at least. Maybe she got lucky.
When Holland and Canada come downstairs, they'll find Hilda dumping out the rest of the bottles in the sink. She's feeling a bit sick to her stomach by this point, but not awful yet.]
B; 1447 Mitchell Road; afternoon
[Okay, now she feels awful, curled up on her bed clinging to Cinccino, sobbing into the little Pokemon's fur. Samurott is pacing her room, watching any who approach his trainer with a more critical eye than usual and nuzzling up to the girl as best a giant samurai sea lion can. As for Hilda, she's never been in this much pain before; her body is shaking from the sheer exhaustion of it.]
C; phone
[Hilda doesn't sound at all good--her voice is shaky and somewhat muffled, because turning her head any more seems like too much painful effort.]
What's the worst thing the milk can do to you?
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I just want to come check on her, Samurott. You know I won't hurt her.
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Are you feeling worse still?
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It's like the worst stomachache and flu and everything all at once.
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[The amount of effort it takes Hilda to speak is obvious, but she's trying to pretend it isn't.]
It's been getting worse all day...
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[She's not sure if they'll work, she feels so bad, but still.]
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[Unless she took the whole bottle or something, but that isn't really sleeping at that point.]
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You could take too many. I know I'm not optimistic that this won't get worse before it gets better. But it's your choice, of course.
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I'm still glad you or Holland didn't have to drink it again today.
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Why would you do that?
[Hurrying over to move her away from the milk.]
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I've already had some, so I'm just dumping out the rest.
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But it seems not everybody dies.
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[ he wants to say it was almost a relief when he finally died, but that sounds so morbid. ]
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[She sounds more worried than before, through the strain.]
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[This is a better topic.]
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... What kind of Pokémon was your first?
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