84. FOURTH WALL video/action/whatever. GO NUTS. Backdated a little to the morning.

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Another day, another long shift at work. Heather doesn't really mind, though. It's one hell of a difference between the hectic stress of the job in the department store that she had last year. What a difference having SANE bosses can make, even if the job is more boring.]

[As the morning sun creeps higher behind the snowclouds and lights up the powder drifting down from the sky, Heather is seated at one of the stools behind the counter in the diner where she now works, and is making herself incredibly useful by balancing all the salt-shakers she can find on top of one another.]

[And then putting all those little sealed packets of sliced cheese she can find on top of THOSE.]

[It's a quiet morning, okay? Leave her alone!]

[Needless to say, one of the owners of the diner-- an old married couple-- spots his newest employee working on the Leaning Tower of Cheesa and just sort of shakes his head, sighing. Kids these days.]</sub>

Miss Mason, as much as I hate to stifle the budding artist in you, the soda machines need cleaning.

_{[Heather heaves an enormously-dramatic mock sigh as she gets up.]}

Ugh, finnneeee. You're just jealous of my deeply creative spirit.

You got me. I'm turning green. Dish-soap should be in the back.

<sub>[Having chill bosses is AWESOME. Heather had decided she liked having bosses she could banter with almost as soon as she got the job. She sticks her tongue out at him as she passes, on her way to the back door. And then she has an idea!]

[Pulling out her 'Gear, she hits the network button.]</sub>

HEY GUYS. Who wants to watch me CLEAN SHIT?

<sub>[Because clearly if she had to do boring things, it would improve everybody else's lives to watch her do them.]

[But behind her, the boss clears his throat meaningfully, and Heather rolls her eyes.]</sub>



Oh, that's just Danny!



_{[OOC: COME AT ME BROS. Feel free to assume that Heather is elsewhere if you don't feel like dealing with Danny-- 4th Wall is like CRACK: THE EVENT, so I'm happy to stick her wherever.]}

Comments

[nasa-dreams.livejournal.com]

Not me!

[foolishwren]

_{[Yeah, unless you're dead and hanging from the ceiling, nope. Not you.]}

[nasa-dreams.livejournal.com]

[Lol, he's just claiming no responsibility in the jump scare, as he's the only one he knows with ghost powers to do such a thing.]

Uh. Anyway, is that guy....real? It looks real enough.

[foolishwren]

_{[She's got no idea how Danny (either one) got there, but she's scooting rapidly away from the corpse.]}

YES. He's REAL. Don't TOUCH him.

[nasa-dreams.livejournal.com]

Oh. Yeah. I can smell it now.

....Why is there a dead body here?!

[foolishwren]

You're asking ME?

<sub>[At least when she'd FIRST 'met' Danny, it had made sense. She'd been in a haunted house. Or... the Otherworld version of that haunted house.]

[But this? She's got nothin'.]</sub>

[nasa-dreams.livejournal.com]

I dunno! I'm the ghost guy and I've got nothin' on this one! Should we call the cops or something then?

[foolishwren]

_{[... Giving a slightly sour look to the corpse.]}

He'd probably be gone by the time they showed up.

_{[THAT IS HOW THESE THINGS ALWAYS WORK.]}

[nasa-dreams.livejournal.com]

Well, then, how about this? [Danny Phantom used Ice Beam!]

[foolishwren]

_{[... JESUS FUCK WHAT ARE YOU DOING THIS IS AN ENCLOSED SPACE--]}

What the HELL?!

_{[Heather throws herself flat, considering she was still... in front of Danny...]}

[nasa-dreams.livejournal.com]

Hey, I've got great aim! I wasn't gonna hit you with it!

[foolishwren]

That doesn't even matter!

This room is like five-by-ten feet wide!

[nasa-dreams.livejournal.com]

You're just over-reacting!

[foolishwren]

_{[... Scowl. She'd like to punch that smirk off his face.]}

Fuck you, kid.

[nasa-dreams.livejournal.com]

Hey, don't get your panties in a bunch, sweetheart!

[foolishwren]

<sub>[... 'Sweetheart'? .... NOPE.JPG.]

[She first gives him a dull, murderous stare.]

[Then she reaches out, plants a hand in the middle of Danny (the corpse's) sticky back and gives him a SHOVE.]

[Unless Danny (the non-corpse) backpedals right back out of the the store-room, he'll be getting a face full of ripe, swinging corpse.]</sub>

[nasa-dreams.livejournal.com]

[IN THE FAAAAACE!]

GAAH! WHAT THE HECK!?