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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[memoryboss.livejournal.com]

<sub>[Holding back the overeager Growlithe with a vicegrip on the scruff of his neck is Alessa, looking just like she did the time Heather fought her on the carousel. Except that this time, despite lacking most of the skin and muscles required to make facial expressions, she's looking adequately confused.]

[She has no clue why the actual fuck she is here again.]</sub>

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[foolishwren]

<sub>[Unlike Alessa, Heather has more than enough skin and muscles to look confused, and she utilizes all of them.]

[... But at least it's confused... not TERRIFIED.]</sub>

It's-- ....

<sub>['You' didn't feel right. After all, she IS her.]

[Heather's gotten to where she doesn't actually like referring to Alessa as a different person. But, well, when they're in the same place at the same time, in two bodies, it's sort of hard not to.]</sub>

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[memoryboss.livejournal.com]

<sub>[After a while, she lets go of the Growlithe, and instead of bounding off to Heather in huge leaps and possibly knocking her to the ground, it trots up to her carefully, tongue hanging listlessly between the two halves of its head and tail-remains wagging. HELLO HI LOOK I AM FRIENDLY]

[In turn, Alessa just nods]</sub>

Heath- _{[And that's about as far as she gets before her vocal chords (or what's left of them) decides to fail.]}

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[foolishwren]

<sub>[Otherworld Cujo is at least SLIGHTLY more well-mannered than Regular Cujo, at least!]

[She remains warily a safe distance away, but at least seems all right now that he's not .... jumping all over her. She's made a lot of progress around dogs in general in the past year-and-a-half.]</sub>

Alessa...

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[memoryboss.livejournal.com]

<sub>[She lets her gaze remains on Heather for a while, then she starts glancing around; at Otherworld Cujo, around the room, at Danny, then back to Heather.]

[She has no clue why she's here and why is there a corpse hanging from the ceiling?]</sub>

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[foolishwren]

_{[Man, who'da thunk, right? They're BOTH pretty friggin' confused.]}

Your guess is as good as mine.

... Or... your guess is as good as ours?

_{[God dammit, she ALWAYS messes up the pronouns when she has to refer to Alessa.]}