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.

[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.

[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."

[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?"

[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]

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.

[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.

[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]

"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.

[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!"

[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.

[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]

"They didn't say much - just that something had been taken from me, and that they could help get it back." She'd been wary, yes, but that hadn't stopped her from agreeing. "And I thought, after everything that's been happening, that I..." She trails off. "I can't say I was expecting this." She's still clearly unhappy about the spontaneous color change, but the dramatics are over, at least for now.

[exhumerus]

Well, if he's managed to startle her into screaming less, then he considers that a victory. The aspect of cause and effect here is pretty important. He comes a bit closer, relaxing now that it's a bit quieter.

"Yeah. That means your natural hair colour should be purple, I guess." He peers at it a little more closely. "Not so bad, really. Li-lac it." He dares a wink. That is to say, 'I like it.'

[sailorgenerous]

Rarity sits up, pulling the comforter up against her chest after a moment's thought. If they're going to have this conversation while she's in her pajamas, she can at least try for a modicum of decency.

She gives Sans a flat, unamused look. There is a time for puns, and this is not it. "It's more of an amethyst, really." She may as well get accustomed to the idea, if it's going to be permanent.

"How did you know?" That's the piece of the puzzle she can't quite fit together - not without further answers. "About the person in the mask, I mean."

[exhumerus]

"Sure, but, have you ever tried making a pun with the word 'amethyst'? That one's rough."

Sans glances at the door, as if checking to makes sure they won't have any immediate visitors. Then, he shrugs.

"I've got some keepsakes of my own, you could say," he says. "They're a lot more radical than purple hair, too. Sorry, amethyst."

[sailorgenerous]

"I'm sure you'll manage." It's sarcasm, yes, but she is fairly certain he'll come up with something.

She follows his gaze to the doorway. Well, if it's going to be a problem, she ought to do something about it, especially since it looks like Sans does not want to be overheard. She steps off her bed, pulls on a robe hanging from a nearby hook, and heads to the door, locking it from the inside. That should be enough, but...she picks up the pillow that she'd hurled at him earlier and puts it on the floor in front of the door, carefully tucking it into the crack underneath. There. There are certain measures you have to take if you want a little privacy from your-

From-

From your what? She's an only child - she never had any siblings, so how would she know what to do to prevent anyone from listening in? It doesn't make any sense-

And instincts she can't explain are not the priority here. She turns to face Sans. "What do you have?"

[exhumerus]

"You sure you wanna see?" he asks, raising an eyebrow and grinning just a little bit wider. He is clearly hamming it up intentionally now. He can't avoid teasing her, it's impossible. "It's pretty spooky."

[sailorgenerous]

Rarity rolls her eyes and heads back to her bed, delicately taking a seat. "Please. You wouldn't have brought it up if you weren't planning on showing me anyway."

[exhumerus]

He shrugs, and takes his constantly gloved hands out of his pockets.

"Nothing wrong with a little commiseration. Goes without saying this is one of those big secret things, capiche?"

With some amount of anticipation, he raises one of his hands and carefully tugs his leather glove off of it. Beneath that, part of a wrist brace is visible - and then absolutely nothing but bone.

"See what I mean?"

[sailorgenerous]

"But of course." She wouldn't have shoved a pillow half under a door if it weren't.

And then he takes off his glove, and she stares, barely able to comprehend what she's seeing. That isn't- that shouldn't be possible- that's-

Very slowly, she reaches for another pillow on the bed - the biggest, fluffiest one she has - and presses it to her face. And screams. Not the dramatic wailing from earlier, but honest to goodness horrified screaming, almost completely muffled by the pillow.

It's a good ten to fifteen seconds before she calms down enough to drop the pillow back on the bed. That doesn't stop the shaking. It's a few moments more before she can pull herself back together well enough to speak. "Are- are you alright?"