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>[... 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>