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

[foolishwren]

_{[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?!

<sub>[Karma.]

[It takes awhile... but it eventually comes back around.]</sub>


[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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[foolishwren]

<sub>[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.]</sub>

[show_my_cannons]

[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?

[foolishwren]

_{[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.]}

[show_my_cannons]

[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.

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Not as he knows her, anyway.]

[And what she does next probably won't make the situation much better.]</sub>

[show_my_cannons]

[Nope. Not at all.]

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

Where is the girl.

[foolishwren]

Whoaaaaaawr!

<sub>[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.]</sub>

[show_my_cannons]

[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.

[foolishwren]

<sub>[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.]</sub>

[show_my_cannons]

[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.]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[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.]</sub>

[show_my_cannons]

[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...]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[... 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.]</sub>

[show_my_cannons]

... 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!]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[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...]</sub>

[show_my_cannons]

[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.]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[... 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.]</sub>

[show_my_cannons]

[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.]

[foolishwren]

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.]}

[show_my_cannons]

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

[foolishwren]

_{[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.]}

[show_my_cannons]

[... 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!]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[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]</sub>

[show_my_cannons]

[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.]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[With a wildcat-like whorling sound, she turns and flings herself out the open window.]

[U DID IT, DOG.]

[GOOD DOG!]</sub>