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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[bymypages.livejournal.com]

[Hey Heather, this book was somehow in that room waiting for a light (the door opening), so when that BODY COMES HANGING OUT OF NOWHERE, you aren't alone in going AUGH. Consider that body being shoved back up into the ceiling if possible by a large, red and black shadowy hand.

Weiss is still in the middle of going DAGGAKJGAKJGALKGJAREJAGK so do excuse his lack of words outside of that girlish scream.]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[... Well, if the body didn't scare her, the giant red and black shadowy hand sure will.]

[She recoils with something between a gasp and a shout.]

[And then snatches the first thing that comes to hand on one of the shelves, and hucks it at the hand.]

[Enjoy some canned peas, Weiss.]</sub>

[bymypages.livejournal.com]

[The can just flies through the hand, and while the Grimoire is unharmed, that wasn't exactly expected.] Just what do you think you are doing, young lady?! Here I am, the great Grimoire Weiss, helping, and I get treated the same as some corpse?!?!

[THE MOST DISPLEASED that a book can ever sound, though he does still have hints of his screeing from Danny's surprise showing in his tone.]

[foolishwren]

I'm-- ... what the FUCK are you?

What are you DOING?

I-- ... WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?

_{[BODIES AND GIANT HANDS AND ... GETTING SCOLDED? She can't even tell if she's being scolded by the hand or Danny!]}

[bymypages.livejournal.com]

Wonderful, another feminine voice cursing up a storm. Just what I've been missing. [Sarcastic book is sarcastic, but Weiss is going to hover down to Heather's level.]

I'd like to ask the same question myself.

[foolishwren]

Dude, you're a fucking BOOK, and you're talking.

I am by FAR the more entitled to ask what the fuck is happening, here.