84. FOURTH WALL video/action/whatever. GO NUTS. Backdated a little to the morning.
[Another day, another long shift at work. Heather doesn't really mind, though. It's one hell of a difference between the hectic stress of the job in the department store that she had last year. What a difference having SANE bosses can make, even if the job is more boring.]
[As the morning sun creeps higher behind the snowclouds and lights up the powder drifting down from the sky, Heather is seated at one of the stools behind the counter in the diner where she now works, and is making herself incredibly useful by balancing all the salt-shakers she can find on top of one another.]
[And then putting all those little sealed packets of sliced cheese she can find on top of THOSE.]
[It's a quiet morning, okay? Leave her alone!]
[Needless to say, one of the owners of the diner-- an old married couple-- spots his newest employee working on the Leaning Tower of Cheesa and just sort of shakes his head, sighing. Kids these days.]
Miss Mason, as much as I hate to stifle the budding artist in you, the soda machines need cleaning.
[Heather heaves an enormously-dramatic mock sigh as she gets up.]
Ugh, finnneeee. You're just jealous of my deeply creative spirit.
You got me. I'm turning green. Dish-soap should be in the back.
[Having chill bosses is AWESOME. Heather had decided she liked having bosses she could banter with almost as soon as she got the job. She sticks her tongue out at him as she passes, on her way to the back door. And then she has an idea!]
[Pulling out her 'Gear, she hits the network button.]
HEY GUYS. Who wants to watch me CLEAN SHIT?
[Because clearly if she had to do boring things, it would improve everybody else's lives to watch her do them.]
[But behind her, the boss clears his throat meaningfully, and Heather rolls her eyes.]
Oh, that's just Danny!
[OOC: COME AT ME BROS. Feel free to assume that Heather is elsewhere if you don't feel like dealing with Danny-- 4th Wall is like CRACK: THE EVENT, so I'm happy to stick her wherever.]
[As the morning sun creeps higher behind the snowclouds and lights up the powder drifting down from the sky, Heather is seated at one of the stools behind the counter in the diner where she now works, and is making herself incredibly useful by balancing all the salt-shakers she can find on top of one another.]
[And then putting all those little sealed packets of sliced cheese she can find on top of THOSE.]
[It's a quiet morning, okay? Leave her alone!]
[Needless to say, one of the owners of the diner-- an old married couple-- spots his newest employee working on the Leaning Tower of Cheesa and just sort of shakes his head, sighing. Kids these days.]
Miss Mason, as much as I hate to stifle the budding artist in you, the soda machines need cleaning.
[Heather heaves an enormously-dramatic mock sigh as she gets up.]
Ugh, finnneeee. You're just jealous of my deeply creative spirit.
You got me. I'm turning green. Dish-soap should be in the back.
[Having chill bosses is AWESOME. Heather had decided she liked having bosses she could banter with almost as soon as she got the job. She sticks her tongue out at him as she passes, on her way to the back door. And then she has an idea!]
[Pulling out her 'Gear, she hits the network button.]
HEY GUYS. Who wants to watch me CLEAN SHIT?
[Because clearly if she had to do boring things, it would improve everybody else's lives to watch her do them.]
[But behind her, the boss clears his throat meaningfully, and Heather rolls her eyes.]
Oh, that's just Danny!
[OOC: COME AT ME BROS. Feel free to assume that Heather is elsewhere if you don't feel like dealing with Danny-- 4th Wall is like CRACK: THE EVENT, so I'm happy to stick her wherever.]