Long, Beautiful Hair [Open]

[sailorgenerous]

Who: Rarity, anyone with a good reason to be in or around the DA penthouse in the morning
What: Rarity gets her first regain and promptly flips out.
When: February 16th (backdated)
Where: DA penthouse
Warnings: So. Much. Drama.

It has been a long, odd month, to put it lightly. The one thing Rarity can be grateful for is a good night's rest. She does need her beauty sleep, after all - that hasn't changed, at least. She stretches languidly and gets up to freshen up for the day-

And catches sight of herself in her vanity mirror.

There's a long, horrified shriek that echoes through the halls of the Defying Atmosphere penthouse. Anyone investigating the source will find Rarity collapsed on her bed, wailing in overly dramatic despair. The reason: her long, previously black hair is now a deep, vibrant shade of purple.

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[exhumerus]

The shriek actually startles Sans so much that he impulsively teleports to just inside her room - just in time to realize she isn't actually being murdered, and try to pretend he got there on foot like a normal person.

He shuffles uncertainly.

"...What, bad haircut?" he tries.

[sailorgenerous]

She hears his words when she pauses to take a breath - his timing is perfect, really - and jerks in surprise, a full-body flinch. How did he- she didn't hear him come in- what-

She screams again and snatches a pillow off the bed, hurling it at him. Her brain is already short-circuiting, and the very sudden appearance of a man in her room has not helped matters.

[exhumerus]

Welp, here we go again. What is with the constant escalations to violent, anyway?

This time, though, Sans neatly sidesteps the pillow with surprising readiness. His expression is still sort of on edge, but he responds to the screaming by awkwardly tucking his hands into his pocket and chuckling.

"Phew...tough crowd."

[sailorgenerous]

In the time it takes the pillow to fly across the room, Rarity manages to process that it's Sans and not some stranger. It helps matters, but not much.

It's a moment or two before she remembers that she was right in the middle of doing something: namely, succumbing to despair. "Why are you in my room," starts off as a normal question and devolves into sobs halfway through, ending with her burying her face in the comforter.

[exhumerus]

"Welp," he says, watching her wail sort of helplessly. "I showed up around the same time you started doing that. Which, uh...I'd recommend stopping? This isn't the best way to go about keeping a secret."

[sailorgenerous]

"A secret?!" Ooh, probably not the best choice of words there. "How can I possibly keep this a secret? My hair is purple!" This is, quite obviously, a tragedy.

[exhumerus]

He can understand being shocked but this seems a little over the top. He just kind of decides to wait it out. He balls his fists in his pockets and sighs.

"You didn't happen to do any spooky duets with masked strangers recently, didja?"

[sailorgenerous]

There's over the top and then there's Rarity.

The wailing winds down in time to hear his question, and Rarity looks up, momentarily surprised out of her pity party. "How could you possibly have known that?"

[exhumerus]

"They told you what it was for, didn't they? Where'd you think the hair color came from?" He isn't impatient, but he certainly isn't particularly gentle. His sentiment is a good one, at least. She can't draw so much attention to this.

[off_the_edge]

Cloud had been listlessly scribbling lyrics on index cards on the balcony of the Nuclear Parliament penthouse, shivering and sulking, when he'd heard the scream. He bolts down the corridors and knocks on the door, finding it open -

"What's happened?" he shouts into the living room, brandishing a fire extinguisher - at least, if it's wrong, it won't hurt the situation. He travels in, cautiously, nozzle raised, like a soldier on a room clearing. He hopes he isn't interrupting a recording.

[sailorgenerous]

There may not be anyone in the living room at the moment, but there's definitely prolonged wailing and sobbing coming from down the hall. It doesn't sound like she's going to let up anytime soon.

[off_the_edge]

Cloud frowns, bites his lip, then lopes down the hallway towards the bedroom. He readies himself, not knowing what he'll find, then slams the door open, fire extinguisher brandished -

"Uh," he says, by way of a greeting, relaxing as soon as he realises no-one's in danger. "Sorry, I thought someone was in trouble." He taps his foot, unsure about what to do.

"I brought you a gift," he decides, setting the fire extinguisher down beside her bed. "If you don't want to talk, I'll just..."

[yellowcopycat]

Ryouta was just walking through, heading to the gym, bouncing a basketball, when he hears Rarity's scream.

He rushes to the door, which is open and goes int. "Rarity? Are you okay?"

[sailorgenerous]

"Noooooo-o-o-o-o!" Her wailing can be heard from her room down the hall. Whether it's an answer to his question or just general anguish is unclear.

[yellowcopycat]

He follows the sound of the wail, and then stares at her hair.

"Murasakibara..." he whispers, remembering the name of the purple hair giant in his dreams, another member of the Generation of Miracles, like himself.

After a moment he catches himself. "Rarity! You're hair's beautiful! That's an awesome dye job!"

[sailorgenerous]

"It's nooooooot!" The wailing is still going full force and full drama. "I woke up and it was just like this! It's purple! I can't be seen like this!" The wailed explanation devolves back into loud sobbing. Obviously Rarity is having a terrible time of it.

[yellowcopycat]

"Oh, Rarity, it's not bad. In fact it's really really nice!"

He pauses, thinking. After a moment he pulls out a contact case, kneels down and puts a finger to his eyes. "Let me show you something."

And then he takes out a contact. His eyes going from a dark gray to the unnatural gold color they really are. "You're not the only person with unnatural colors."

[nibelungvalesti]

For someone who had just recently discovered she was a goddess, Meril sure did make the wrong assumption.

She'd almost smashed her way in, expecting something horrific in progress or at the very least that Rarity was in need of comfort, only to find her agony appeared to be solely focused on her hair.

A dying experiment gone wrong...?

"Are you all right?" she asked, for the sake of form.

[sailorgenerous]

Thank goodness, a friendly face. "How could I possibly be alright?" she cries, flat on her back on her bed with a pillow clutched to her chest. "It's terrible! I'm not fit to be seen!"

[nibelungvalesti]

Meril might have understood better if she hadn't worked the whole grey hair all her life. She blinked in surprise. "But it looks lovely."

[sailorgenerous]

It- what?

Rarity stops short and blinks up at Meril. She could not have heard that correctly. "Do you really think so?"

[nibelungvalesti]

Given that Rarity had asked her for certainty, she did the only sensible thing: Meril looked her over again with careful scrutiny, considering her current look and contrasting it to her former.

"To be honest, I think you look even better than before."

[sailorgenerous]

Oh.

Well.

Rarity sits up slowly, carefully rearranging her tresses, as they'd gotten quite disheveled during her distress. "Thank you," she says simply. "To be honest, I'm glad that's the case, because I had no say in this matter."

[nibelungvalesti]

"Those things do tend to happen," she noted wryly. "Can I get you anything to soothe your nerves? Would some tea help? Or simply some company?"

[sailorgenerous]

The fact that Meril can take something like this entirely in step is worrying, to say the least. Rarity's heard about the magic - is this part of it? "Tea would be lovely, if you don't mind." It will give Rarity a few moments to gather herself, at least.