Heather Mason | Video | Number of saves: 1

[itsnotmybirthday]

[For a split second the video shows a very irate young woman before quickly turning away from her. It's hard to catch, but the camera briefly shows that the nightstand next to the bed is knocked over, with black scuff marks on it as if someone kicked it down in anger. The next few moments are shaky, and it sounds like she’s fumbling with the controls while grumbling about “I don’t want to make a video”, and “Why isn’t this thing working”, and finally what sounds like “Ugh, forget it, I don’t have the time for this!” The camera focuses on her again. By the time she’s done, she’s shouting loud enough that her voice is getting hoarse.]

It was over. It is over. I killed your stupid God. Claudia and Vincent are gone, too. So are all the monsters. I was done! I finished all this! What more do you people WANT from me?

[Suddenly she’s quiet, and her eyes wander aimlessly around the room. It only lasts a couple of seconds, and when her attention is turned back to the viewer she starts talking in a low, almost threatening voice. Or it would sound threatening if it wasn’t so obvious how tired and stressed-out she is.]

I don’t know who did this, or why or…or if whoever’s responsible can even see this. I don’t think I have it in me to care anymore. If you do see this, whoever or whatever you are…you won’t get away with this. I’m done playing your sick games.

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[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

[...someone has issues. That is his main thought. Like he doesn't. pfft.] Dunno where the hell you are or what the hell you were doing, but you're not anymore. The whoever is a chick that goes by 'the author', and whatever.... is apparently a teenaged girl writing a story. Don't ask, because I have no idea.

[itsnotmybirthday]

[Oh Dean, you have no idea. The author may very well have put her here to give you a run for your money.]

A story? Is that supposed to be some kind of joke?

[Yeah, she looks very unimpressed. It's obvious that it's out of confusion. She isn't glaring "at" him, she's glaring "with" him, or...something.]

[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

It sounds like it, doesn't it? But it's not. Hell, I wish it was.

[itsnotmybirthday]

Great. That's just what I needed...next to another hole in my head.

[She seems...oddly undisturbed. Annoyed, fed-up, and moderately confused, but otherwise Heather is almost accepting of the explanation. She looks away from the feed for a few seconds to look around the room, actually taking in the details this time. It looks like a half-assed, shoddily put together mash-up of her bedroom in the apartment and her old room(not the hospital one, thank...something) as Alessa.

Honestly, she has seen weirder, and none of that surprises or bothers her. ...Except for one detail. Robbie the Rabbit wallpaper. Did that even exist in the real world? She was pretty sure it didn't. She looks back at the feed.]

Are you...sure we're not in Silent Hill?

[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

[...To be honest... he's got used to the seemingly unruffled responses. Seems other worlds get around way more than his does, apparently.]

Nope. Place is called the manor, and from what I can tell, it's not much of anywhere. Right next to a woods and a lake, as well as a desert. Which is pretty damned hard to come by in normal places. [As in: He's never seen it himself.]

[itsnotmybirthday]

The Manor. That's original. Is there anything past all of that?

[She's expecting him to say there are impassible blocks and/or inexplicable gaping holes where the desert, woods, and lake if it isn't landlocked just end because they damn well can.]

[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

you go too far out in the desert, you pass out and end up back in your room. [First thing he did? try driving out past the desert.] Try swimming the lake? you end up going back towards the shore not too long after. [second thing he did.]

[itsnotmybirthday]

That's a new one. There's really no way out of here, is there?

[Oh look, she can be surprised. The second was more of a rhetorical question than anything.]

[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

Nope. you just swapped playing one set of sick games for another. [It's too tempting to add "join the club". But he resists.]

[itsnotmybirthday]

It can't be too bad if putting creepy park mascots on the walls is they best they've got.

[MEANWHILE, IN NON-BACKDATED THREADS--ahem.]

So who are you, anyway?

[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

...you'll learn.

[that's all he says. COMFORTING, IS IT NOT?]

The name's Dean. you?

[itsnotmybirthday]

[No, it really isn't. She gulps, but otherwise doesn't comment on his remark.]

...Heather. Nice meeting you, I guess.

[The picture moves around a little as she moves back to the bed to sit down. It was kind of comfy, at least. Or maybe it only felt that way because she was so tired.]

Is it safe to eat anything around here?

[She felt silly asking that, but she couldn't remember the last time she ate. It might have been at the Happy Burger in the mall before it all went to hell. Or, she could have been fantasizing about eating there because she was so damn hungry. The beef jerky she kept using to distract the monsters had started to look a little appetizing near the end, ok? And if all there was around the manor were health drinks, she would chug every last one of the nasty things right now without flinching. At least it would give her some energy.]

[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

Yeah, the food's perfectly safe. Unless you cook it wrong. But then that's your own problem.

[itsnotmybirthday]

That's a relief. Where can I find some? Is there a kitchen or something?

[Well, it IS a manor, right?)

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[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

There is. It's downstairs, next to -[he tells her which room that mun can't be asked to go look up even though Dean would know >____>]

[itsnotmybirthday]

Thanks. Don't be surprised if you find it empty later.

[She's joking. Well, as much as one can joke at a time like this. Probably.]

[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

[he chuckles] you're likely to explode before that happens.