Heather Mason (
foolishwren) wrote2011-12-10 07:12 pm
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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.]
[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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Guess I'm a little crazy, then.
[She accepts it easily enough. In all fairness, it's likely due because she's just a little bit high, still - she always has a quick fix before class.]
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[... Laura. 8I Crack is bad.]
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Some Wonderland this is. It didn't even have a rabbit hole.
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I was watching like... bad old B-horror movies one night. And then I woke up here. No transition, just suddenly... boom. 'You're in a different world. Deal with it.'
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You must have been here pretty long if you have a job and everything.
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A year and a half.
... About.
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[She does sound pretty awed at that. Because that is actually a really long time, and she leans forward a little in an almost conspiratory manner.]
[Tell her more about this place, o resident expert!]
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[She's grinning, though, and it's obvious that she's not bothered at all by the fact that she's been stuck in a completely different world for eighteen months.]
[Why should she be? The last thing that could POSSIBLY have been tethering her to her home-world, apart from the worldly possessions that had been what was left of her life with her father, had shown up in Johto just a few weeks before. Everything is peachy-keeeen.]
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[She smiles back and finishes the coffee, puts the cup neatly back on the counter and rests her forearms on it, tilting her head a little. She's really curious now.]
Don't you miss home?
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I lived in a total dump. Good riddance.
[... More like her LIFE was sort of a total dump, and she hadn't quite gotten around to pulling herself out of it when Johto had snapped her up.]
[She leans on the counter casually with one elbow, shrugging.]
I've got more here than I ever had back there, so yeah. Can't say I'm all that homesick.
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[Which she says with a glance at the door that's keeping Danny from view. Any place where dead bodies just spontaneously fall from the ceiling ... yeah. No, she's not likely to forget about him anytime soon, but she doesn't seem nearly as upset about it now.]
[Oh yeah, not to mention all the REALLY CRAZY SHENANIGANS going on outside.]
[But the 'weird place' comment isn't so much a criticism to the place as a general observation.]
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... Uh... for the record, thaaaaat doesn't normally happen.
Just... just sayin'.
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Why not? If people can just show up here, why not dead ones?
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And... you know.
Not.
Decomposing.
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[There's definitely something a little hysterical about it.]
[What do?]
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[... Then she thinks about it a little. And starts to giggle, herself. Because... yeah. It is kinda funny, in a dark sort of way. And Heather's sense of humor has been black as tar ever since Silent Hill.]
I-I should probably tell my boss about that thing...
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The cleaning people will hate you.
[And in the second gigglefit she'll just look down at her shoes. Shoes aren't funny. Dead people aren't funny, Laura, get a grip.]
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If they don't already, young whippersnapper that I am.
... Shit, I wonder if we'll have to like... throw away the stuff in the pantry because he's back there, being... contaminating...
[These two were clearly meant for each other.]
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[And Laura is mentally awarding Heather all kinds of bonus points for laughing with her on this. Bobby didn't. Then again, that had been kind of different. And they'd both been pretty high. But it's still the spirit of the thing, you know?]
Oh fuck ... what if people come in here and get poisoned or something?
[Still giggling hysterically - shoes not helping, so she's looking at Heather again. While wiping at one of her eyes with a palm, because tears are indeed forming there.]
Maybe they'll all die ... maybe we should get out of here, or we'll all die.
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[She SNORTS.]
PFFFT-- god, I HOPE not... hang on...
[Scrubbing at her own eyes, she turns around to peer back into the porthole-- ... and freezes.]
... Aw, hell.
[He's gone. :I;; ]
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What? What is it?
[Still a sort of CRAZY little pitch to her voice there, but she's okay, really.]
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... He's gone.
[Danny was truly a corpse of plentiful talents.]
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[It makes sense, really, that people disappear as well as they reappear, even bodies, but just ... dead men DISAPPEARING is much more creepy than them just appearing. Because in theory you still know where a dead body IS.]
[Apparently not here.]
[So her voice comes out a little small, completely void of laughter now.]
Where did he go?
[It's your dead body, Heather, you should know.]
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[Heather's backed up a little from the porthole, but sure enough, there doesn't appear to be a body hanging there anymore. And there's no broken strands of rope either, so it didn't just... fall to the floor or anything.]
... Your guess is as good as mine.
Back home, I hope.
[But she doesn't sound too sure of herself.]
[Of all the things that could possibly have been transported here from the Otherworld, Danny is probably the most harmless of them all. But all the same...]
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[And just like that, she wants to go and check on him. Check if a corpse is still pitifully hidden somewhere in Ghostwood. She holds herself as she sits down properly, looking a little lost again.]
[The trees, the trees.]
Do dead people have homes?
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