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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[foolishwren]

There's a dead body from HOME hanging from the ceiling, AND my friend is glowing red.

THERE ARE THINGS TO BE CONCERNED ABOUT HERE.

[action]

[darkenedgales]

Look, it just glows sometimes like this oka--

[Whoa, WAIT A MOMENT THERE. Explaining the details of how Dragon Birthmarks work will have to be put off.]

... THE HELL DO YOU MEAN "FROM HOME"?!

[action]

[foolishwren]

I-- it's a long story, okay?!

_{[THIS CONVERSATION IS VERY PRODUCTIVE. Sure hope the managers don't look in and see two teenagers screaming at each other in front of an upside-down dead body.]}

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[darkenedgales]

... Oh. Sure, that's okay.

--NO! It ain't okay! There's a dead body hanging here, for fuck's sake! NOTHING'S OKAY!

[VERY MUCH SO. Yeah, that would be bad, unless they have a set of excuses for why there's a corpse in the room on hand.]

[action]

[foolishwren]

You're right!

NOTHING IS OKAY.

Okay?!

_{[oh, those crazy kids...]}

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[darkenedgales]

OKAY.

[Except NOT, but we know that already.]

... Y'know, we're not getting anywhere that way.

[action]

[foolishwren]

_{[... Okay, he's right.]}

... Ugh. Just-- ... help me hide the body or something.

_{[She starts to get up.]}

[action]

[darkenedgales]

... What, did you kill this guy?

[Because otherwise, WHY WOULD THEY BE HIDING THE BODY.]

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[foolishwren]

... WHAT?!

No!

JEEZ. Do you THINK I'd kill someone and hang the body from the ceiling in the place where I WORK?

_{[SHE'S NOT THAT BAD A PLANNER, CROW, GOSH.]}

[action]

[darkenedgales]

The place ain't the biggest issue here!

[Hint: it's the "kill someone and hang the body from the celling" part that is.]

--Why are we supposed to hide the body, then?

[action]

[foolishwren]

Because my boss is probably gonna totally FREAK if he walks back here and sees a DEAD BODY hanging from the ceiling?

[action]

[darkenedgales]

... True. [And honestly, who would blame him? Crow wouldn't.]

So... how do we do that?

[Normal, responsible adults would probably call the police, but not these guys.]

[action]

[foolishwren]

Well... first we gotta... uh.. cut it down.

_{[After a moment of consideration, she starts to ... um... climb the shelves.]}

[action]

[darkenedgales]

Wait, are you serio--

[... Right, of course she is.]

... Think you can handle this? [Since it would be, uh. Kinda difficult to climb with one arm in a sling...]

[action]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[She's already scaling the shelves with impressive speed. She's sort of in a hurry. Once up there, she tugs what seems to be a ... kitchen knife out of her apron.]

[... Now. Time to one-handedly saw at the rope. :Ib]</sub>

I got it.