Accidental Video <3 Open to everyone!

[motherofgodbro]

[The communicator has been left on the desk in the bedroom, pointing through the open bathroom door. A certain trouble-making frog turns it on by hopping on top of it and landing on the record button before leaping off screen somewhere. Absent-minded Heather has no idea it's on, so let's all help her out but not before we laugh at how embarrassing

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[arlen_lowell]

[he's not going to laugh. Really. For a moment he has to swallow hard so he won't crack up]

Hey Heather, I dunno if you're trying to give the world a peep show or not, but I think you're doin' it wrong.

[motherofgodbro]

[Her head turns very slowly toward the screen, a look of obvious horror on her face, which is reddening fast]

Wha.... Aw, shit!

[She doesn't know what to do. If she puts a shirt on it'll get ruined, but she doesn't want to turn fully around to face the camera and turn it off. Also her rubber gloved hands are covered in bleach, which she doesn't think is a good idea to get on the communicator. Out of options, she reaches behind her and shuts the bathroom door, trying to think of a way to end the video successfully]

I feel like Britney Spears or something. Getting caught with my shirt off.

[scientize]

[As amusing as this might be for the general masses with so little to preoccupy their time with, Naomi's only intention of replying to this particular broadcast is to help lessen the poor girl's future embarrassment. They may have only spoken a few times here and there since the doctor's arrival into the city just over a month or so ago, but already the older woman can tell that this is not the kind of predicament the teenager would find at all amusing.

Hopefully she can reach out to Heather before this video gets too many views.]

You may want to stop recording soon, Heather, or your bottle-blonde hair won't be the only secret that's out.

[motherofgodbro]

[Heather freezes instantly as she hears the voice from behind her. The situation is now clear to her but she has no idea how this could have happened. She wants to scream and turn it off but then she realizes the problem with this]

I can't turn it off without turning around.... Oh, hell, this is terrible.

[She keeps the majority of the "oh fuck" she's feeling inside out of her voice]

What'm I supposed to do?

[scientize]

[As long as Heather is no longer unaware of her own predicament, Naomi will do all she can to assist her from a distance. That will just have to do for now.]

Don't panic. [Cause flailing around wildly in this kind of situation would really just make it more awkward for the teen girl.] Just throw on a shirt and come switch off the feed. Simple enough.

[Inwardly Naomi is releasing an exhausted sigh. Yes, this is precisely the kind of behavior she expected to see from Heather, but that doesn't mean she's at all pleased. As sweet a girl as Heather is, she is still just a child in the older woman's eyes. How could she possibly think she has the maturity to take on a responsibility as big as organizing the police force?]

[motherofgodbro]

I can't, I'll get bleach on it!

[She really is starting to panic now]

[motherofgodbro]

[The dye comb falls to the floor and she whirls around to see who said that without thinking]

Gah!

[She covers her chest with crossed arms when she realizes her mistake a few seconds later, at a loss of what to do. How can she turn it off without revealing even more?]

Um, I.... How long has that thing been on?

[motherofgodbro]

Really? Thank you.

[Hoping he's telling the truth, she creeps over to the device, which at this point shows only her stomach, and pauses]

I really appreciate it.

[She switches it off]

[nestingdevil]

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I wouldn't be giving this away for free if I were you. Might want to do something about that device of yours, sweet heart.

[motherofgodbro]

[Arms already places strategically over her chest, she whirls around to see where the voice is coming from. Duh, the communicator. Oh, brother, it's mister charming again]

Grah!

[She tries to arrange one arm over her chest so she can go over and turn it off but she can't seem to cover the whole thing. Giving up, she puts the other arm back up to make herself decent and wonders how to go about this]

Thanks for telling me at least. You better be the only person who's seen this.

[Her tone is inappropriately accusing]

[nestingdevil]

[Greed huffs an obvious sign of a frown coming on.] You shouldn't hide what you got - it's a shame to have it wasted.

[There's a quick thunk, thunk - the sound of boots, perhaps?] I don't think I'm the only one, but you shouldn't be ashamed.

[motherofgodbro]

[She's a bit blind-sided by the first comment. She can't tell if it was a compliment or just a perverted remark]

The hell's that supposed to mean?

[notanemptymotto]

video;

[ /rolls into this all late.] It seems as if your device has turned on by it's own, Heather. [ Good Lord, that music is no. ]

[motherofgodbro]

[Heather looks over her shoulder at the familiar voice]

Oh... OH!! [Just realized the gravity of the situation]

Jeez, what'm I gonna do?

[notanemptymotto]

[ She can't help but laugh. ]

You're fine. I can think of something far more embarrassing for it to turn on to.

[motherofgodbro]

[She looks a bit bewildered]

Like what?