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fandomhighdorms2010-08-21 03:33 pm
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Second Floor Girls' Bathroom, Saturday Afternoon
It was Saturday. That meant it was time for Medusa to wash her hair.
All six feet of it.
It didn't need washing as often as a human's, thank Agon, but once a week or so she had to go through the whole routine. And thanks to the Council's 'Pretend you're human!' brainwave, this took her considerably more time these days than it did under normal circumstances, as her hair couldn't actually assist. Especially in a common bathroom, which she had to use because, well, the little ones off the dorm rooms didn't quite accommodate six feet of wet prehensile hair to her liking. The hairdryer was her new very favorite labor-saving device, by far the best thing the humans had ever invented (even though the heat was doing questionable things to her precious hair) but she'd burned out four of the things since coming to the island.
At least she didn't have to worry about tangles.
So, yes: princess, standing in the middle of the bathroom in her underwear, methodically toweling off, then blow-drying, then combing out six feet of wet hair while trying to keep it from touching the floor with one hand, since she couldn't use the 'it's got body and wave' excuse when it was wet. And that was after she used up all the hot water washing it. The last five minutes of her shower were under cold water, in fact, so she wasn't exactly inclined to be in a good mood.
((Soooooo very open.))
All six feet of it.
It didn't need washing as often as a human's, thank Agon, but once a week or so she had to go through the whole routine. And thanks to the Council's 'Pretend you're human!' brainwave, this took her considerably more time these days than it did under normal circumstances, as her hair couldn't actually assist. Especially in a common bathroom, which she had to use because, well, the little ones off the dorm rooms didn't quite accommodate six feet of wet prehensile hair to her liking. The hairdryer was her new very favorite labor-saving device, by far the best thing the humans had ever invented (even though the heat was doing questionable things to her precious hair) but she'd burned out four of the things since coming to the island.
At least she didn't have to worry about tangles.
So, yes: princess, standing in the middle of the bathroom in her underwear, methodically toweling off, then blow-drying, then combing out six feet of wet hair while trying to keep it from touching the floor with one hand, since she couldn't use the 'it's got body and wave' excuse when it was wet. And that was after she used up all the hot water washing it. The last five minutes of her shower were under cold water, in fact, so she wasn't exactly inclined to be in a good mood.
((Soooooo very open.))