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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Let's go with outside there because Mom doesn't need to deal with Danny

[adoptivemother.livejournal.com]

[Oh hey look there is a woman. Does she look a little familiar?]

Excuse me? Can you help me, I'm a little lost.

action

[ahokonakamori.livejournal.com]

[. . . U N S U R E of what just happened. But maybe she should go help her bro out anyway.]

He-Heather! Are you okay!?

[rollingprince.livejournal.com]

[A lot of silverware and cups are starting to mysteriously go missing in the diner!

Either someone's decided to steal some of the stuff from the diner, or it could be do due that rolling Katamari ball that's making its way across the counter table.

At least it's playing some pretty awesome music (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMH49ieL4es).

I WOULD LOVE TO DEAL WITH DANNY BUT D: WHAT WOULD MARY DO?!

[pwndby-pillow.livejournal.com]

[And a woman is coming in for something to eat judging by how she immediately found a place to sit and looked at what menu they did have.

Though when she heard the shout she couldn't help but try to peer in to the back room at whomever it was that screamed.]

[nasa-dreams.livejournal.com]

Not me!

[action]

[memoryboss.livejournal.com]

_{[As Heather is lying on the floor recovering from the heart attack, she just so might happen to have her face assaulted by a tongue attached to a possibly familiar growlithe (http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/336/f/9/double_headed_growlithe_by_bloodlive_mazohyst-d342gye.png)]}

ACTION

[dontshootmebro.livejournal.com]

[SHE REALLY HAS NO IDEA WHY SHE'S BACK HERE

but hey she's chilling in a diner, sitting at the counter and looking at the newspaper and drinking a nice cup o' joe when suddenly, she hears a crash.

she folds the newspaper down and looks up over the counter, wondering what the heck was going on back there. not to mention why she thought she heard a familiar voice hmm hmm...........]

What the hell was that?

[burnsfirst.livejournal.com]

<sub>[Laura had absolutely no idea where she was. She didn't recognise a thing - the people and the creatures were only the beginning of the chaos outside - it was almost like a dream, except this didn't feel like one she'd ever had before.]

[Her dreams were different. But not this different.]

[A diner had seemed like a safe haven, really. She always felt better at the Double R and Norma was always kind to her and sometimes she'd listen to her stupid, mundane troubles. Like boy problems.]

[Not that she ever told her her real troubles. The big bad ones.]

[In any case ... diners are typically nice places. She likes them. If nothing else, she could at least ask directions.]

[So when she got seated at the counter, ready to ask both for a coffee and some help, she really hadn't expected more than that.]

[Seeing the door open into the back room had ... been a shock, to put it lightly. When the body falls down, she gasps loudly and puts her hands over her mouth, just STARING.]

[No tears, no screaming, just ... staring. In a way that suggests she'll never take her eyes off the corpse dangling from the ceiling.]</sub>

[dattepoyo.livejournal.com]

[excuse me ma'am, there appears to be a Danny in your immediate vicinity. not to worry. there is someone here to help!]

[sunglasses and determined frown and all.]

[walkwithbob.livejournal.com]

<sub>[Oh and there's no way you can forget about this guy, can you?]

[Heather will not even see him at first. She might be doing something mundane, maybe finishing up her shift, and she'll hear his voice. In her head.]</sub>

Fire ...

[foolishwren]

<sub>[YEAH. YEAH, MOM DOESN'T NEED TO DEAL WITH DANNY. Heather doesn't need to deal with Danny either. Guess what she did? She SHUT THE DOOR and went on break. Maybe he'll be gone when she gets back. 8(;]

[So she's outside by the door, puffing a little in the cold air (but it's warm enough inside that she's not freezing right off the bat.]

[... And then someone speaks to her.]

[Heather looks up, blinking.]</sub>

Uh-- ... hey, uh... sure. I'm not a local myself, but...

_{[... What is with this weird sense of deja vu...]}

[taaaaank.livejournal.com]

[SURELY YOU KNOW THE DRILL BY NOW (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tDkeLx2SyfY), PUNY SURVIVOR WITH AN OBNOXIOUS PENCHANT FOR ESCAPING.]

[adoptivemother.livejournal.com]

Oh thank you.

[Warm smile.]

I'm looking for my husband. His name's Harry Mason. He's tall, brown hair. Probably carrying around a notebook and a little girl.

action 8D AOKOOOOOOO

[foolishwren]

<sub>[See Heather. See Heather crabwalk backwards out of the backroom.]

[DO NOT WANT TO BE AROUND THE CORPSE KTHX-- wait. That ... voice.]</sub>

... Aoko?!

[Video]

[serpensrex.livejournal.com]

[The Commander apparently picked the worst possible time to turn on the Gear and is now screaming. Loudly. Because what the hell man, why is everything horrifying today?]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[... Why is it always Heather who has to take care of the weird shit.]

[She's actually looking for clean silverware to put out when, looking up with a frustrated scowl, she spots the little ball trundling down the counter.]

[It's then that she notices the background music has changed.]

[... What.]</sub>

[rollingprince.livejournal.com]

[It's moved on to collecting plates now! Shockingly none of the things it's picked up are broken, but that ball doesn't seem to be getting any smaller.]

[action]

[exeggutorhead]

[Envy had just wanted to get food at this diner, and maybe look for Heather since he thinks this is the same one he saw her working at...]

[Was that her shouting? Envy's gonna go check this out.]

PROBABLY JUST BE HORRIFIED :(

[foolishwren]

<sub>[And Heather is... hurriedly exiting the backroom. Looking ruffled and wide-eyed. She shuts the door behind her. ... And then scoots a few wastebaskets in front of it. Not that that'll matter since it opens the other way, but... it makes her feel better, okay?]

[Then she dusts herself off and makes her way shakily to the counter. Ffhfhfhfhf. 8(;;]

[Feel free to grab her attention, Mary-- you may also notice that she's in a dress. (gasp)]</sub>

[foolishwren]

_{[Yeah, unless you're dead and hanging from the ceiling, nope. Not you.]}

[pwndby-pillow.livejournal.com]

Heather?

What's gotten you so shaken dear?

[Concerned Mary is very concerned! D:]

[action]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Of all the things she DIDN'T want after getting the living daylights scared out of her by her favorite surprise corpse... it's probably a double-head's rancid tongue all over her face.]

[She doesn't even realize what it is at first-- she just shrieks and scrambles backwards, trying to shield her face with an arm.]</sub>

AAAAH! AAAAIHHHH! Get off!!

ACTION

[foolishwren]

<sub>[That was Silent Hill popping in for a visit, Cybil. Sorta like you!]

[Needless to say, she might be surprised by what comes popping out of that store-room... it's that little girl! ... In a waitress dress.]

[She shuts the door hurriedly behind her and sort of... hastily shuffles some wastebaskets in front of it, for all the good that will do.]</sub>

GUH.

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Heather had straightened up and was wrapping her hands in her apron to keep them warm-- when the woman just came right out with that one.]

[Her breath catches in her throat and she looks up, eyes wide and owlish.]

[She just STARES at the oddly-familiar woman in sheer disbelief at first. Just... enjoy this strange, boyish teenager staring at you for a little while, Jodie.]</sub>

[adoptivemother.livejournal.com]

.....I'm sorry. Are you alright dear?