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111. Fourth Wall Post [VIDEO/ACTION FOR ANYWHERE]

_{[Static. Then, jumbled, chaotic video-- but through it all, there's the gruff, guttural voice of a Croconaw.]}

T-turn on the camera!

Hurry!!

How do I get her to let go?!

_{[Karma.]

[It takes awhile... but it eventually comes back around.]}

[ooc: Heather has become Memory of Alessa for the duration of Fourth Wall! Feel free to tag if you want your character to interact with spooky semi-feral zombie-Heather, no matter where they are!]

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[Well, Ironhide was outside. Because thanks to shenanigans, there's no way he can fit back in the hotel room. He was minding his own business, throwing tiny sticks for Dog to gleefully chase.]

[But then Dog started barking at the hotel and getting all agitated. So he'd picked her up, put her on one big shoulder, and stomped over to peer into the window.]

...

Heather?

[As Dog tries her best to bark reassuringly to poor Zilla.]

_{[Poor Zilla. He's been doing his best to hold still-- because, y'know, as a bitey creature himself he KNOWS that struggling tends to result only in jaws clamping down HARDER.]

[... But of course... then a giant robot pops into view in the window.]

[This has the combined effect of Heather dropping off of the Croconaw in shock, as well as Zilla letting out an EXTREMELY ALARMED GRUNT. And turning tail and running.]}

[Well, that wasn't what he meant to have happen at all.]

Oops.

[Dog keeps on barking though, either to encourage Zilla or get him back or something. He waves his hand, to try and shush her, to no effect.]

Kid, are you in there?

_{[Well, she is-- but congratulations, she's on all fours and baring jagged, yellow teeth at him. And her eyes are glowing in a way he's probably only used to seeing from Decepticons. Not red-- but a flickering, fiery orange.]}

[THAT'S NOT GOOD.]

[Which is probably a huge understatement. Considering the sight puts his back up almost immediately. Like the fur on a dog's back, raising. It's more instinctive than anything else, as is the low, warning growl.]

[... from both him, and his Growlithe. Which would be hilarious, under any other circumstance.]

You are not the girl.

_{[Not as he knows her, anyway.]

[And what she does next probably won't make the situation much better.]}

[Nope. Not at all.]

[In fact, it's enough to ignite those big cannons of his.]

Where is the girl.

Whoaaaaaawr!

_{[She does shrink back as the cannons blaze into life-- there are few things that she truly fears when it comes to monsters, but this is a fight she'd lose if she tried to retaliate.]

[So she retreats backwards, throat whirring.]}

[Damn. Clearly he's not going to be getting any answers here. It looks vaguely similar to the girl. But that sound. Those movements.]

[He's not the type to be unsettled, but this comes close.]

Yeah, you back off. Stay down.

_{[The golden-orange eyes narrow. She might not be Heather in the strictest sense... but no incarnation of Alessa Gillespie likes to take orders.]

[But she wasn't going to pick a fight with something this big.]

[And so... she promptly turns and scuttles off on all fours in a rapid and... distinctly creepy manner.]}

[His own optic narrows in return, in direct challenge to her expression. No punkass creepy zombie child is going to glare at him without return fire.]

[And then it's gone.]

[He looks over at his Growlithe.]

... Now what?

[Both of the return their attention to the window, in hopes of seeing something in there.]

_{[It's silent for a moment.]

[And then there's a SCRRRRAAAAAPING sound as one of the closets gets slowly pushed in front of the window.]

[Yes. She's trying to barricade the room.]}

[He gives his Growlithe another look. She shakes her head, as close to a doggy shrug as she's going to get.]

[Ironhide just scowls, and lifts his hand, fingers forming into a flicking motion.]

[It's as gentle as he can manage, and hopefully he doesn't smash the window but, with metal fingers and glass windows...]

_{[... Well, gentle as it is... it does break the window. And knock over the wardrobe with a mighty crash.]

[... CHANGE OF PLANS she is scuttling out of the room.]}

... Oops.

[He starts to yank his hand back. But, before he can get too far, Dog goes tearing down his hand, going to leap into the room.]

[She looks as determined as a wee corgi-shaped Growlithe can look, her nose to the ground.]

[Dog on a mission! Find the girl!]

_{[The scent she's following is, unsurprisingly, foul. Burnt hair and decomposing flesh.]

[It leads out into the hallway and into one of the other rooms...]}

[Dog actually sneezes. It'd be cute if she weren't trying to track a zombie.]

[Which she does with care, even trying to pad quieter in the halls.]

_{[... Well, there's a loud, high-pitched scream now emanating from one of the other hotel rooms.]

[So it's probably a safe bet that she went in there.]}

[Poor Dog. She just freezes up, digging her little claws into the floor for a minute. It makes her fur stand on end.]

[But! Bravely goes the Growlithe, edging toward the door, hunkered down low to the ground on her stubby little legs.]

AAAIIIEEEEEEEEE!!

_{[That is the shriek of a wealthy socialite who just got out of the shower and found a charred zombie thing skulking through her kitchenette.]}

[And this is the bark of the half-pint Growlithe going tearing off after the sound!! FOR COURAGE!! And... protection.]

_{[A rather robust lady wearing nothing but two towels is currently perched on top of a chair, flailing around with a broom and screaming like an overheated teakettle.]}

OH ARCEUS OH NO OH NOOOOO!

_{[Meanwhile, toast!Heather is on all fours on the coutertop, baring her teeth and shrinking away against the cabinets.]}

[... well that's new.]

[Dog has to take a moment to pause and... remember this scene. Because really. Then it's time for the Autobot Team Heroics!!]

[Or Stupid Doggy Heroics.]

[Because she jumps up to the counter, and, instead of landing on top of it like a pro, has to scramble and scrabble and try several more times before she actually does get there. Barking the whole time.]

[Shoo zombie!]

_{[Memory of Alessa just can't catch a break today.]

[She recoils with a raspy croak and starts to scrabble for the window.]

[Meanwhile the woman just keeps screaming because OH MY GOD NOW THERE'S A DOG WHERE DID IT COME FROM]}

[Dog just keeps on barking. She's doing a good thing! Right? Scaring the nasty zombie thing!]

[The lady gets ignored, for the moment, and her barking gets a little louder as she steps forward.]

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