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

_{[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.]}

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.

_{[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.]}

HEY GUYS. Who wants to watch me CLEAN SHIT?

_{[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.]}

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.]}

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[ Kiden's face stays impassive and neutral for a moment as she meets Heather's searching gaze head-on. When Heather reiterates her question, though, it becomes increasingly obvious that something's amiss, and Kiden's brows knit together unhappily. There's just a hint of upset in her face, just a touch to show that her emotions are genuine. ]

Fuck, Mason. Work with me here. That BS Shakespeare course? Getting smashed at frosh? The Mason-Nixon Line?

[ She waits expectantly for a few seconds, before seemingly deflating. She takes an angry puff from her cigarette. ]

Oh, forget it. Whatever. Kiden Nixon.

_{[Heather rarely feels guilty when she knows she's not at fault for something. And she's not at fault here. She can't help that she can't remember someone who she knows she's never met in this universe. But something about the way Kiden actually looks... genuinely upset, even if it's not overt (actually, ESPECIALLY since it's not overt) gives Heather an unpleasant yank in her chest.]

[Shit, man, she feels BAD. The only possible explanation she can think of is that this is one of her old posse, one of those troublemakers she drank with, shoplifted with, smoked with, menaced people in the hallways with, and just generally acted like a dumb rebellious hooligan with for two or three years there in high school. Except that she's clearly not.]

[Mason-Nixon line? That sounds like an inside joke. An AWESOME inside joke. But she doesn't remember it!]}

I-- ... sorry. I don't-- sorry.

_{[... She really does feel bad.]

[Still, she looks over at Kiden once more, before looking over her shoulder at the porthole. As bad (and weirded-out) as she feels, Kiden doesn't seem to be a threat so there sort of IS a more urgent matter at hand here. So she turns back around and fixes the other girl with a piercing stare.]}

So.

Kiden, right?

_{[And here is where Kiden will proof that, even if she doesn't remember her, this IS the same Heather she knows.]}

If we're friends, are we at the level of friendship where one of us would hypothetically help the other hide a body?

[ There's a long, drawn-out pause while Kiden fixes Heather with a judging stare, weighing her options. On the one hand, same old Heather. On the other, same old Heather who doesn't remember her. Yeah, Kiden's all about putting #1 first, but that doesn't mean she'd ever let down a true friend. She can afford to stick her neck out.

She puts the cigarette down and crushes it underfoot, grinning. ]

They say that's marker of true friendship, don't they? [ Claps a hand on Heather's shoulder. ] But the true question is: how many dumpsters are there in this neighborhood?

_{[If there weren't a BODY to deal with, Heather might've scolded Kiden for putting that thing out on the floor-- because hey, HEATHER'S the one who'll catch flack for that later! But considering the circumstances? She doesn't much care.]

[She jumps a little at the hand on the shoulder automatically (Danny's appearance spooked her, okay?), but offers a sort of shaky 'AHAHAH yes let's do this' grin. A friendly face is a friendly face, right?]}

There's... one down the street...

[ W/E W/E SHE DOES WHAT SHE WANTS.

Kiden nods, thoughtful. ]

Good enough. Is it a Chinese place? Or an Italian place, that'd be even better.

[ Shuffling back towards the backroom with probably too much purpose for a seventeen-year-old. :/ ]

I don't know if places can really be called 'Chinese' or 'Italian' here...

_{[She steps after Kiden. Normally SHE'S the one who takes charge in situations like this... but hey. The other girl seems to know more or less what she's doing.]}

Hang on, I'll... uh.

Cut him down.

Need a knife?

[ Kiden lifts her leg, reaching down to fluidly pull a slim jackknife out of her boot. She hands it over to Heather, handle-first. She looks up at Danny's cord contemplatively. ]

How the hell did they even tie him up there...?

... Uh--

_{[You know, before Johto? She'd have been the one with the knife... but oops the Jennies are totalitarian enforcers and these waitress dresses aren't good for hiding blades.]

[She reaches out and takes it anyway.]}

I don't think... 'they' tied him up...

I have NO idea where he came from.

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