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HEY RAKKA
UH. SORRY I DIDN'T MESSAGE YOU SOONER, I'VE BEEN ADJUSTING AND
OK I DON'T REALLY HAVE AN EXCUSE, I JUST DROPPED THE BALL FOR NO FUCKING REASON, AS USUAL
ANYWAY UH
HOW ARE YOU.

[This is starting well. Fuck.]

[ Going through the list of people she knew and had offended during her stint as Neon Katt has made for an exhausting few days since her network follow-up, but one of the worst affected people had been given the most space. Now it was time for Yang to break that silence ... with text. ]

hey rakka
its yang
like actually me and not the jerk from the other day

i know you probably wont want to talk to me yet
and i dont blame you for that
and i dont think excuses will make up for the things i said
but i did want to let you know that im sorry i said those hurtful things to you
i never meant for things to go that way

if you want to talk about it
like for an explanation or anything
please call me back

thanks for listening

Rakka? Is this going through? [The 'Gear's been so finicky lately and she absolutely hates it.]

Yo, Rakka? It's Dave. I'm ready for storytime whenever you are.

[John does not back down on promises - at least not when those promises involve movies. He's gone out and spent some of his hard-earned Pokédollars on a couple of DVDs, which he is holding in his hands as he stands outside Rakka's door. He knocks with his free hand.]

Hey, Rakka! Remember how I said you have a bunch of awesome movies to catch up on? Well guess what I brought!

Rakka is falling. That in and of itself is not unusual; she has falling dreams often enough. The unusual thing is where she is falling. This time there isn't any ground rushing up to meet her.

Instead she is plummeting through a void of stars, impossibly huge and bright and open. Nebulas twist by beneath her, suns blink in and out of existence. There is nothing she can do to slow her descent and even if she opens her mouth to cry out she'll find she can't make any noise.

One by one the stars begin to blink out. Suns extinguish. Galaxies fold in on themselves and disappear. The sky goes dark piece by piece, slowly at first and then with a terrifying swiftness until she is left in the pure darkness of a universe with no light at all.

Somewhere beneath her in the void she'll see things moving, things that are impossibly huge and almost difficult for her mind to comprehend. Her speed keeps picking up, though it's difficult to tell except that the things below her seem to be getting even larger than they already are as she draws closer. Sometimes she'll get just a glimpse of something concrete: a spidery arm with skeletal-thin fingers, the darkness of an open mouth. It's just that the closer she gets the harder it is to make out anything due to its impossibly huge size, and maybe that's a blessing.

She'll awaken just before impact.

[Halloween has come and gone, and autumn is beginning the slow turnover to winter. Nightly frosts, Pumpkaboo Spice slowly turning to Pokémint everything. Clearly the best time to go out for overpriced coffees and dessert pastries.]

This is nice.

[Penny, for her part, has a slice of cake and a caffeinated something containing chocolate and a slightly obscene amount of whipped topping and syrups.]

Too bad Jane couldn't make it, she'd like this.

At first, the rolling motion might be soothing. It might feel like being rocked by a cradle, or even just the normal motion of someone moving around in their sleep. But soon enough, it will grow tumultuous enough that Rakka notices something is seriously off. But it's the crack of lightning, the deep and foreboding rolling of thunder, that jerks her out of sleep completely. The place she finds herself in is completely unfamiliar—the upper deck of a great ship, wood creaking beneath her as the vessel tosses and turns among the turbulent waves. The lurching of the deck is more than just a normal storm—the way the deck is rolling, that much is plain to see. To either side of the ship, gigantic waves roll and crash, the wind howling through the sails, and—

She'll notice now that the ship is taking on water. Most notably, because one of those huge waves crashes directly on deck, spewing cold seawater everywhere, including all over Rakka. It soaks through her nightclothes, chilling her to the bone almost immediately, but there are bigger problems at hand. The deck is tilting dangerously as the ship takes on more and more water, tossing violently, and Rakka has to scrabble for purchase. The only sounds are the shouts of crew members and the crashing of thunder, lightning streaking across the sky, and the ominous creaking of wood and rope.

She's sliding; Rakka is sliding, and no amount of grabbing will find her a handhold. The ship is going down, and fast—and below her, waiting to swallow her up, is a black and angry sea. It comes closer, and closer, and suddenly—

It's cold. Impossibly cold, and dark, the light from the storm fading as Rakka sinks to the depths below.

And then she wakes up.

[After the events of the weekend, Rakka receives one text from Penny some time after contacting Jane.]

Rakka, I'm so sorry.

I promise this isn't your fault, please don't think you did anything wrong. I'm the one that messed up.

I need some time to think about what you said.

I'm so sorry, I never wanted to hurt you.

[Whether or not Rakka responds, Penny will remain silent and absent until Tuesday evening.]

Rakka? It's Penny.

I'm sorry. I'm back.

Can we talk?

So Rakka-chan, how did things end up working out with Penny?

[DON'T MIND HER, JUST MOM CHECKING IN.]

Hey, Rakka? I have a question for you.
What badges are you looking to get next? I know I'd like Olivine City's at least, maybe Cianwood's too, but if you and Penny have plans to go somewhere to get other badges, I wouldn't want to step on your toes or anything.
I just think, since the weather's nice again, the three of us could get together and plan something out.
I also texted Penny so don't worry about that.

So, uh...what do you think?

[Penny has no rational reason to fear the ocean anymore, she knows. Not outside of those weird, biennial weekends anyway. It's just a lot of water. A LOT of water, which is very deep, and effectively bottomless, and stretches out past the visible horizon.]

[It's fine, this is fine.]

Rakka? I'm ready.

[She's- got just about every possible item of water safety gear on over her swimsuit, short of an actual oxygen tank. Precious, her Vaporeon, is at her side.]

[It's fine, really.]

[text] 3/18/16 morningish?

[text] 3/1 Monday

[Audio] 5/9 afternoon

[Video] 6/12, evening

[action] uhh lets say like 11/3 or something??

A Dream; October 19th

Action; idk sometime early-mid November?

REAL FUCKIN BACKDATED TO OCTOBER EVENT

11/28 - Late Afternoon/Evening