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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[tears_of_gems]

What are you doing in Alessa's room? Who are you?

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[hurtandscared]

Alessa?

[The mystery woman swings around, looking for the source of the words, then she discovers that it's from the communicator. In her violent reaction to the mere name 'Alessa', she forgets to be curious about the weird communication device set before her.]

Who are you? How do you know Alessa?

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[tears_of_gems]

Alessa is my friend. Who are you?

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[hurtandscared]

Is? Aren't you a little young for that? Alessa's been dead for... [She does some quick math in her head. Do the years in that awful sickroom count as death? In her mind, hell yeah.] Twenty-four years.

[Yes, she put unnecessary stress on the word 'dead', a cruel amount, in fact. But honestly? She can't bring herself to give a damn that she might hurt this weird blue-haired girl's feelings. Alessa's dead. She's Heather. Not Alessa. Not anymore.]

[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.

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[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??]

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[didntneedmagic]

Why are you in Alessa's room? [That's... about all that comes to mind. So Jonathon's just a little tense to see someone there.] You need help?

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[hurtandscared]

Okay, seriously, how many people are going to ask me that?

[Heather turns on Jonathon, scowling.]

This isn't Alessa's room. [She looks down and brushes herself off.] And I just need to know where I am and how I get out.

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[didntneedmagic]

Sorry, it just-- nevermind. [He holds his hands up to imply he means well.] You're in a place called The Facility, and... there's no way out, as far as I know.

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[hurtandscared]

Are you kidding? There has to be a way out!

[elle_holloway]

[Elle notices the incoming transmission and picks up her communicator when she notices who's sending it, smiling into the camera]

Hey, Alessa! I...

[wait a minute...]

Oh you're... not Alessa. [confusion]

[hurtandscared]

[Okay, final straw.]

Stop calling me that! I'm not Alessa, Alessa's been dead for years, and you guys can quit connecting me to her!

[Sorry, Elle. Heather's touchy about this. :| ]

[elle_holloway]

[Elle is a little taken aback]

Oh, sorry. I just... well... the transmission was coming from Alessa's communicator and you're in Alessa's room, so for a second I figured it was Alessa I was talking to.

[she pauses]

I don't think I've ever seen you before. My name is Elle. Elle Holloway.

[hurtandscared]

Alessa doesn't have a communicator, she doesn't have a room, and no one here has talked to her. She's dead.

[Huff. Serves you right for daring to mention Alessa in her presence. >| ]

And my name's Heather.

Holloway... have we met?