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.]}

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[theworstmother.livejournal.com]

[Well here's a voice you probably never wanted to hear again. And she is not happy sounding.]

Alessa.

[Yup, crazy mommy is standing in the doorway with her arms crossed. Totaly normal right?]

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[foolishwren]

<sub>[... No. No. Fuck. This is not happening.]

[Suddenly Danny is the last thing on her mind. She twists around to stare over her shoulder, shocked.]

[... IS it shock? Or is it fear? Maybe some of both. But there's definitely some of the latter.]

[Old fears die hard.]

[But the look of baffled horror disappears almost instantly.]</sub>

Dahlia.

_{[No, you're not 'Mommy' anymore. That ship sailed when you SET HER ON FIRE.]}

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[theworstmother.livejournal.com]

Do not speak to me like that child.

[She is your mother, whether you like it or not.]

I heard you and that thief have been causing even more trouble.

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[foolishwren]

<sub>[No. No you are not. >:( Whether YOU like it or not.]

[Needless to say, Heather's been in Johto too long-- her immediate thought is KAITO. But the disturbing nature of her dead, sociopathic biological mother keeping tabs on her boy-relations aside, Heather's hackles just go up anyway.]</sub>

What do you care what I do?

You're DEAD.

I killed you.

_{[... Well no, God killed her, but the sentiment was pretty much the same.]}

[theworstmother.livejournal.com]

Two times that man stopped god from being born.

I may be dead. But he is as well.

This time.

God will be born.

[foolishwren]

... What the HELL do you man, 'this time'?

[theworstmother.livejournal.com]

Oh child, you didn't think God was so frail did you? It remains inside of you still. Waiting, growing...

Waiting for the right moment. For its glorious return.

[foolishwren]

_{[... >8( Dahlia.]}

No.

I killed it.

I crushed its spine and I blew holes in its half-formed head.

It's DEAD, Mother.

And you're dead.

_{[But then.. maybe she's right. Because there's something deep down inside Heather that's awakening a little bit, right now. Something old. Something angry. And Heather is getting slowly to her feet.]}

And just in case you forgot that... I'm gonna remind you.

[theworstmother.livejournal.com]

I am dead child.

[Watching you impassively.]

I was human. God is not.

[foolishwren]

And yet, God was killed by a human.

Twice.

Funny how that works out.

_{[She's started towards Dahlia, and there's something off about it. A strange light in her eye.]}