Thirty-First Rebirth ⌛ Heather Mason ⌛ [Accidental Video]

[hurtandscared]

[The communicator is lying on its side in what is obviously a little girl's room (and more obviously, Alessa's room to those who have been there). Someone who is very much not a little girl is rummaging through the things in there, pulling out papers and teacup hats and Eyepot eyes from the various nooks and crannies of the room, mumbling to

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[in Person] if that is okay?

[kingroadie]

[Well, fem!Eddie was chilling in the suite, leaning back on the couch, glancing up when Alessa's door opens, confusedly pausing at sudden Heather! ]

...Heather? [SO CONFUSED. His second adopted child.]

[in Person] 'tis fine, bb <3

[hurtandscared]

[Oh hello giant scary woman she has never met. :|

Heather stares for a moment, then tentatively raises her knife with both hands. The kind of gesture that suggests she's ready to defend herself just in case Eddie lunges.]

How do you know my name?

[in Person] eeee

[kingroadie]

[Giant scary woman was just READING, kids ruining her reading time. She's kind of just sitting back, wondering how his second proto adopted kid is here. What is life.]

Met you before, technically. Obviously you don't know me so- that explanation makes not a fuckin' lick of sense.

[in Person]

[hurtandscared]

[Her expression darkens.]

If you're part of that weird cult with Claudia, then I... I... [She raises her knife a little further, taking a step forward.] Then I'm not responsible for what I do!

[Yeah, Eddie, she thinks you're talking about being friends with Alessa when you both were kids like Claudia did. ARE YOU AN ORDER AGENT OF CLAUDIA, EDDIE??]

[in Person]

[kingroadie]

[Their first meeting is going so well. Obviously they'll be BFFS.]

Whoa, whoa- [He's holding his hands up in surrender, brows shooting up into his bangs. Book forgotten since Eddie does not like having STABS happen.] With the bullshit Claudia's pulled on people and what that cult did to my daughter fore I got her, I sure as fuck ain't gonna be happily participatin' with their crap.

[in Person]

[hurtandscared]

Your daughter?

[That provokes an immediate reaction. Her eyebrows go up and her grip on the knife loosens before she draws back, brow furrowing again and a hand going up to her temple, rubbing it gently. The word made her head hurt. Looking at this weird woman, listening to her say that, made her head hurt.]

What... who's your daughter? What'd they do to her?

[in Person]

[kingroadie]

[Well, that obviously concerns Eddie, his lips tugging into a concerned frown in response.]

First, I should, give you a run down on this place. Since, my daughter is adopted and was kidnapped here like the rest of us. So- her name is pretty familiar for you, I can say that much. I'd rather be honest with you now and avoid possibly being stabbed since you've got a legit beef with that fuckin' cult.

[in Person]

[hurtandscared]

[Heather draws back her knife so it's loose at her side, her eyes narrowing a little. After a strange conversation with a blue-haired girl, she has a feeling she knows what name she's about to hear.]

Just tell me. I won't stab you.

[in Person]

[kingroadie]

[Somehow I sense stabs in Eddie's future. Mhmm thems gonna be some good stabs.]

Alessa. S'why I paused since, hey gettin' stabbed is kind of low on my list of things to do today.

[in Person]

[hurtandscared]

[They might be sooner than you think.

Heather recoils a bit at the name, her face scrunching up, but she was somewhat prepared to hear that.]

You're not Alessa's mother. Her mother sacrificed her to give birth to some God years ago, and now both of them are dead. Have been for years.

[Hiiiiiiisssssss stop making her head hurt not-Dahlia. >| ]

[in Person]

[kingroadie]

S'why I said adopted. [Oh how Eddie hates explaining this. He probably sounds nuttier than a fruit cake in July.] An like I said, this place is weird, kidnapped her form her timeline. You came stumblin' out of her bedroom. [Enjoy the scenic view of the main room of the suite, drawings pinned up on walls, wind up cars, pet toys and stuffed animals plopped in various places.]

Yeah- that made no fuckin' sense even in context, but nothin' really does anymore.

[in Person]

[hurtandscared]

Yeah, it makes no sense.

[And Heather would totally be writing you off as a crazy person if she didn't have this continual niggling in the back of her head. Something about a music box, and the word 'Flutterbug' keeps on poking at her.]

If it was really Alessa, tell me something about her. Something only she and her family would know. [Or, more accurately, her and Dahlia. And Kaufmann, Lisa, and maybe some high ranking Order members, she supposes.] What happened after the house fire? And how was it caused?