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ACTION, AFTERNOON:
[It starts out innocuously enough. She goes for her daily run in the forest much as she always has since arriving in Luceti (excepting, of course, the brief period of time where she was a college professor). It’s as good as any other activity to keep her busy, her mind occupied. So... she runs, occasionally choosing to take a higher path through the trees themselves. Pushing herself as much as she can. Except this run doesn’t go the way it usually does, most days.
MOST days her hair doesn’t fucking catch on a TREE. It’s not kriffing LONG enough to catch on a tree. It is today, though. It catches and she yelps, the force sending her sprawling to the ground. She swears, twists, pushing herself up onto her hands... only to stare in surprise at the length of blonde hair tangled on the tree she’d just passed. Hair quite obviously belonging to HER.]
You’ve got to be kriffing kidding me.
VIDEO, LATER:
[At first, all that’s visible is blonde hair. A LOT of blonde hair. To a sort of ridiculous degree. After the incident earlier, Siri had cut her hair. And cut her hair. And cut her hair. It just... grew back. After a moment, she fights her way free of her hair and frowns at her journal. She looks thoroughly frustrated. She’s in her room in House 46; has been since the second hair cutting.]
So.
Let me guess. The hair is yet another gift from Luceti.
[Alongside the ghosts, apparently. And the shifts, and everything else that has been happening. Great. It’s one hell of a learning curve. Not that that bothers her. She’s used to adapting to situations. But hair. Really? She shoves a handful of it out of her face and glares at it before continuing.]
For star’s sake, tell me this doesn’t kriffing last.
[OOC: Anyone who might be in or around House 46 you can feel free to find Siri barricaded in her room of hair if you want.]
[It starts out innocuously enough. She goes for her daily run in the forest much as she always has since arriving in Luceti (excepting, of course, the brief period of time where she was a college professor). It’s as good as any other activity to keep her busy, her mind occupied. So... she runs, occasionally choosing to take a higher path through the trees themselves. Pushing herself as much as she can. Except this run doesn’t go the way it usually does, most days.
MOST days her hair doesn’t fucking catch on a TREE. It’s not kriffing LONG enough to catch on a tree. It is today, though. It catches and she yelps, the force sending her sprawling to the ground. She swears, twists, pushing herself up onto her hands... only to stare in surprise at the length of blonde hair tangled on the tree she’d just passed. Hair quite obviously belonging to HER.]
You’ve got to be kriffing kidding me.
VIDEO, LATER:
[At first, all that’s visible is blonde hair. A LOT of blonde hair. To a sort of ridiculous degree. After the incident earlier, Siri had cut her hair. And cut her hair. And cut her hair. It just... grew back. After a moment, she fights her way free of her hair and frowns at her journal. She looks thoroughly frustrated. She’s in her room in House 46; has been since the second hair cutting.]
So.
Let me guess. The hair is yet another gift from Luceti.
[Alongside the ghosts, apparently. And the shifts, and everything else that has been happening. Great. It’s one hell of a learning curve. Not that that bothers her. She’s used to adapting to situations. But hair. Really? She shoves a handful of it out of her face and glares at it before continuing.]
For star’s sake, tell me this doesn’t kriffing last.
[OOC: Anyone who might be in or around House 46 you can feel free to find Siri barricaded in her room of hair if you want.]