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[deadlyjuliet]

[Action]

[For those in the town square this fine day, they may find a red blur falling out of the sky and straight into the fountain with a loud scream and a crash. Grell is back in Luceti, looking like a drowned rat, and none too pleased to be here.]

WHY CAN'T YOU LEAVE ME SOMEWHERE RATIONAL?!

[Voice]

...Does anyone know where I can find a good hair product? That bloody fountain seems to have ruined my beautiful locks and since I can't blow that thing up, I may as well take care of this.

And for those who are wondering? Yes, the parlour is still going up. Even if kills me. Or one of you.

Comments

[echotaker]

[Having been sitting on the edge of the fountain enjoying a good book, Michael yelps as both he and his pages are soaked. Flabbergasted, he turns to the one in the fountain.]

Where the hell did you fall from?

[deadlyjuliet]

[Sputtering, Grell is trying to stand up, wiping water away and just trying to see straight.]

Where do you think? A person can't fall up!

[echotaker]

[Michael offers his hand to him, trying to help him out.]

R-right. Here, just grab my hand. Lemme help you out.

[deadlyjuliet]

And that is a much more gentlemanly thing to do.

[Taking the offered hand, Grell manages to somewhat climb out of the fountain, swiping water off limbs and face.]

Can you believe they do this to me? Twice now. Twice. The nerve of it all!

[echotaker]

[He chuckles.]

The malinosso? Or whatever they're called. Them?

voice:

[shenevermisses]

...A parlor?

Are you a stylist?

[She's trying very, very hard not to sound eager. But... well. She can only do so much with her hair and make-up and clothes herself. She wasn't taught to primp.

She can admit to needing help in this area.]

voice:

[deadlyjuliet]

Isn't every woman worth her salt? [That interest is peeking through and Grell is going to latch onto it like a hungry wolf.]

Interested in such services, my dear?

voice:

[shenevermisses]

Very. I'm not good at that kind of stuff at all.

I mean... I think I can pick out pretty good clothes, but I haven't been able to make my hair do anything like what Sasha did in the Capitol.

voice:

[deadlyjuliet]

Well, some styles simply need an extra hand, hm? And what is a good outfit without the right hair to match? And accessories? I feel as if my very senses are dying for want of true beauty here. [sigh] So~ Do tell about this Sasha and the Capitol? Anything in particular you liked?

[Voice]

[justicereigns]

I don't have any product, but I can bring you a towel at least.

[It's the little things, right?]

[Voice]

[deadlyjuliet]

Seeing you would be even better than a towel, you know.

[Too true, too true.]

[Voice]

[justicereigns]

Heh, I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss you too.

I'll be right over. With a towel and tea too. [Because being gone a month only to get dumped in a fountain? Tea is the solution. Even if he still thinks tea is the weak version of coffee.]

[Voice]

[deadlyjuliet]

[Tea came fiiiiiiiiirst!!!!!]

I'll be sure to slip into something more comfortable then. You can tell me about all the antics you've been up to since I've been away.

[ action ] sending you this fellow as i think even now, buffy would be a bad idea.

[greenjacketed]

[ sharpe has developed a habit of sitting by the fountain. it's a fine way to keep an eye on the rest of the town without really looking like that's what he's doing. today, he's leaned back with a small whittling project in hand.

and that's when the body falls from the sky and into the fountain and the resulting splash engulfs the tall army man.

he leaps up, swearing himself blue. ]

Bloody hell!

[ action ] akfj;a;a yeah, that would be interesting

[deadlyjuliet]

[Sputtering, Grell gets to her feet, wiping water from her eyes and shaking it from her fingertips.]

That is my line, if you please.

[ action ] i'll send her okita's way instead.

[greenjacketed]

[ richard sharpe shakes his hands free of excess water. and then he remembered his manner.

after all, despite being...a little broat in the shoulders? this looks like a lady. and an officer must always do his duty to a lady.

with a rough clearing of his throat, he offers a work-hardened hand. ]

Err, miss?

[ action ] hooray! they can be stabby buddies

[deadlyjuliet]

[Looking over at the cough and the motion, Grell squints. Is he offering a hand? Or more importantly, is he handsome? Without her glasses, she can't tell and for a moment, the death god stares.]

My glasses. Red frames. I believe they fell off. If you could help? I'm no good without them.

[voice]

[dissonates]

In the item shop, in the far corner of the personal hygiene area, there's a selection of shampoo that contains only natural ingredients, none of that chemical nonsense. There's a few options, but I've had best results with the pink bottle. Rather than coat the hair it enhances the natural health and beauty of it, which means that it stays clean for a longer period of time.

It works best in a lukewarm shower, air-dried, with only the tips conditioned.

[There is a pause, and then:]

If you find it, don't take all of the bottles or I'll kill you.

[voice]

[deadlyjuliet]

Ooh, aren't you the helpful one. Perhaps we can exchange tips later.

I might not even mind you coming to kill me, considering how handsome you are.

[voice]

[dissonates]

[....

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Is she flirting with him?]

It would be better if you didn't risk it, trust me.

[voice]

[deadlyjuliet]

[...Does she need to write it on your forehead for you to realize?]

Oh, now you're just teasing me. It's impolite to get a girl all riled up like that and simply walk away, you know.

[voice]

[angelicamber]

What's a... hair product? And a parlour?

And why would you want to blow the fountain up? It's pretty and refreshing for the birds.

[voice]

[deadlyjuliet]

What does it sound like? It's a product. For one's hair.

A parlour is such a place where one might find care for their hair and other aesthetic senses.

And that bloody fountain has ruined my hair. The birds can go to the lake for all I care.

Re: [voice]

[angelicamber]

Ok, those make sense... sort of... [Not really.]

I'm sure it wasn't intentional. You shouldn't blame the fountain.

[voice]

[deadlyjuliet]

...Dictionary, my dear. Find one and acquaint yourself with it, hm?

I can forgive its transgressions once, but this is the second time that eyesore has ruined my day in this exact same way. I believe it has something against me. Can you blame me?