Route 29: LOGS

Who: Aoko Nakamori, Crow Hogan, Harry Mason, Heather Mason, Henry Townshend, Kaito Kuroba
Where: Route 38
When: Nighttime, August 31
Summary: Campfires are interesting places. Even more interesting when the people sitting at one are a detective's daughter, a guy who plays card games on motorcycles, an internationally-wanted jewel thief, an agoraphobic photographer, a ... Heather, and a mild-mannered novelist who's probably the only mature adult there.
But you can't have a campfire without stories, and with such a crowd as odd as this one, there's sure to be a few worth telling...
Rating: PG for spooky stories
Log: ( And red glowing lights blink like a clock out of synch... )

Who: Harry and Heather Mason
Where: Somewhere in the woods, en route from Violet to Goldenrod City.
When: Early in the week, not long after departing from Violet. Evening.
Summary: A week or two after his arrival in Johto, Heather is finally reunited with her father. For real this time, even! But almost two years (and one HELL of a nightmarish day in that town) have gone by for Heather since Harry died... before he could tell her the whole truth about both their pasts himself. It's time for both of them to fill each other in on what they missed... there's a lot to talk about.
Rating: Going to put it at PG-13 on account of the fact that Silent Hill canon talk can get very disturbing, very fast.
Log: ( When you make me feel joy, it made you smile. But now? I feel your stress. )

Who: Heather Mason, James Sunderland, and ~*~A MYSTERIOUS GUEST STAR~*~
Where: Somewhere on Route 31
When: Sunday, August 1st, mid-afternoon.
Summary: Refusing to ditch her fellow hell-town bro, Heather left Violet City a few days ago to backtrack and help a certain James make his way to said purple-hued city without getting chased up a tree by Rattatas. After a couple days travel on both their parts, they finally meet halfway-- ... buuut Heather's going to get something she's not quite expecting.
Rating: G. PG if Heather lets her mouth get the better of her.
Log: ( 'If only, if only,' the woodpecker sighs, 'the bark on these trees were as soft as the skies!' )