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Fifth Floor Girls Bathroom, Sunday evening

With the way things were going recently, Jessica just needed a change. Maybe something small. Well, not small. She had a lot of hair. But changing her hair was less permanent than a tattoo (which, actually, also sounded like an idea), so she was just going for it. She called her local hair color specialist and decided to dive headlong into blondeness, because that was something that no spider-person had dared to try before. As far as she knew.

Anyway, she bought the hair dye, went to her floor's girls bathroom, and set up shop while she waited for Gert.

[OOC: Specifically here for Gert, but open to anyone in need of this floor's ladies room.]

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Of all the things to be an expert on, Gert figured that hair dyeing was a pretty good one, so she'd kind of smirked when she got the voicemail. And then, you know, immediately did some quick internet research on the necessary steps for bleaching hair as opposed to darkening it. She was mainly an expert on purple.

After getting very briefly sidetracked looking at Amazon product reviews for blonde hair dye she didn't need, Gert poked her head into the bathroom. "Oh, good, you're here first," she said. "Just hanging out and waiting around for company in a bathroom feels a little sketchy. Hi."

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"Hey. Thanks for coming to help out," Jessica said. "A couple people have come in and asked why I'm just standing by the sink, but I told them the toilet's haunted and we're waiting on a plumber-slash-exorcist. They seemed to buy it."

All of that was a joke. But it did seem like it would take a while for a licensed plumber/exorcist to show up.

"It's weird that the least believable part of that story is the fact that Fandom doesn't just have one of those on-site," Gert mused.

Because Fandom.

"So, you bought stuff?"

"No, no, the exorcist here is apparently a teacher, which actually makes more sense than anything. Anyway, yes. Stuff," Jessica said, holding up the box. "I've never done something like this before, so I mostly just looked for a box with a color that seemed nice and now I'm hoping for the best."

"That's definitely blonde," Gert agreed, in all her hair dye expert wisdom. Then she even went one step further in her expertise and decided with a tilt of her head, "You know, I bet it'll look good on you."

You just couldn't pay for this level of wisdom.

"Okay, so the first step is just smearing the dye on your hair," she explained. "And then you leave it in for some length of time depending on how long you want it to stay in. I usually leave it overnight, but fair warning, that way involves your room acquiring a hair dye smell."

"Atton's natural and unnatural odors will cover it, so that's not a huge concern," Jessica said. "But I'll probably go shorter than that. This is more of a trial run."

Especially since she was a superhero whose costume let her hair flow freely, which might be a tip-off if she had to wear her costume for some reason. She could stay out of it for a few days, though.

"Okay, so we'll go with like an hour, then," Gert concluded. Which was still slightly longer than it said on the box, but she was a big believer in ignoring directions. This was why she never tried to cook.

She got to work opening the box as she commented idly, "Living with Atton sounds challenging."

"He's actually fine for the most part. Maybe a little moody at times and you never know what's actually going on with him," Jessica said. "He's just kind of fun to rag on, and he gives at least as good as he gets."

"Does he do that thing where he lies on the floor and growls for people to go away in your room too, or is that a rooftops-and-common-rooms-only kind of situation?"

Gert was curious.

"Well, he has a bed there," Jessica said. "He can growl in comfort."

"Good point."

She handed Jessica the tube of dye from the box. "Actually, lying in bed and growing at people does have a certain appeal."

"It's not for me. For one thing, my growl is terrible," Jessica said, taking the tube and, um, doing whatever it is you do. Squeeze it onto the hair, maybe? Whatever the proper step is, she started doing it. "For two, I'm a people person. It's more the first thing than the second, though."

Sure, that sounded like as solid a first step as any.

"With me it's more that I'd feel like a jerk growling at Maddie," Gert decided. "Atton would be an easier target. But my growl is actually pretty okay."

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"Growling at Maddie just seems like it would be wrong. She's just too sweet," Jessica said. "Even if she is apparently one of the many people here who've punched guys in the face."

"Yeah, it seems like basically everyone has," Gert said, nodding. "Not sure whether that says something about the kind of people who go to I Never parties or if face-punching is just a prerequesite for getting a Fandom brochure."

"I'll say more the latter," Jessica said. "I know there are way more face-punchers at the school than there were at the party."

"Oh, yeah, me too," Gert said, but then added thoughtfully, "But since I'm a face-puncher myself, that could just say something about the kind of people I know."

Hmm.

"Think face-punchers gravitate toward other face-punchers?"

"In my experience, yes," Jessica said. "But I'm happy that it's in a less violent way here than it may be in the barrel full of crazy world I'm from. It's much more civilized here."

"I hear that," Gert agreed. "I haven't had to sic Old Lace on anyone in months."

Sarcasm, this was not. But it might have been difficult to tell. She was sarcastic a lot.

"Maybe punching someone gives you social status that entitles you to the respect of other face-punchers."

[[...that typo really speaks to what i've been doing all day. >.>]]

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"What about if you've kicked someone in the face?" Jessica asked. "Would that help or hurt the status. Because I'm not saying that I have done that, but I'm not saying I haven't either."

"I think it probably counts," Gert decided. "Not that I'd know. I've tried it and I'm usually too short."

Sad, that.

"What about having one's pet dinosaur bite someone? Not necessarily in the face."

"Dinosaur Club trumps all," Jessica said. "I mean, unless someone is crazy enough to punch a dinosaur in the face. Which wouldn't be smart. Their faces are pretty much all teeth."

"I know a teacher who'd probably do it," Gert remarked. Teaching students to punch bears in the face gave a certain impression, okay?

"Anyway," she said, "if violence is what gets you social status around here, maybe I should start paying attention to student council elections and prom court voting. And then make friends with the people who win."

That teacher had practiced the proper technique for it. In terms of experts in dinosaur punching in the multiverse, it probably went Ka-Zar, King Kong, Anthro, then him.

"I apparently won junior prom queen, so you're already in pretty good standing," Jessica said.

"Oh, that's lucky," Gert said. "You must be all kinds of violent, then."

By her admittedly shady logic, anyway.

"If bullies ever show up here that for some reason can thwart a deinonychus, I know who I'll call."

Maybe. She'd probably go to Karolina first.

"I like to think that I'm not actually violent, I've just been in weird circumstances," Jessica said. "So, actually, I might not be a bad call. That's weird to hear myself say."

"It sounds like one of those job interview self-compliments," Gert said. "Informative, but also, not modest. Anyway, I'll keep you in mind."

"Well, I am apparently junior prom queen. I've got to own those skills, you know?" Jessica said. "Okay, I think I'm done with the goop in the hair and possibly with breathing because this stuff does not smell great."

"Also, you're blonde, a cheerleader, and friends with a 'supermodel,'" Gert chimed in. "You're basically required by society to be confident. And maybe a little mean."

Anyway.

"Okay, so rinsing time. You get your choice of being awkward and uncomfortable tilting your head in the sink or being equally uncomfortable and also getting wet leaning in the shower."

Fun choices, right?

"I'll go with the shower. I have too much hair to be at all comfortable with the sink," Jessica said. "And how mean are we talking? I can do sarcastic internet troll levels of mean, no problem. But I don't think I could go to full-on YouTube commenter."

"I was thinking you'd probably get your pick of one of the ~~meta~~ Mean Girls," Gert mused. "You're too smart to be the Amanda Seyfreid one, but maybe the new one who only turns mean halfway through the movie?"

...Gert had been spending a lot of time in the common room catching up on movies released since 2003. Hush.

"That way leads to multiple trips to rehab and countless arrests," Jessica noted as she started the shower. "But also a brief pop career and being super famous, so I really have to weigh the pros and cons."

"It also suggests that the blonde is gonna work out for you, though," Gert offered. "In terms of staying power, not in terms of... looking good. So there's that."

"For the first time, I'm reconsidering the wisdom of doing this at all," Jessica said. "But I guess I've come this far. Can't turn back now." And she stuck her head awkwardly into the shower.

Gert helped by turning on the water while still keeping a respectable distance away from the shower. "That good?"

Then she added loudly enough to be heard over the shower, "Anyway, the good thing about blonde hair is if it looks awful, you can basically do any color over it. So you have an easy out."

That might not have been a safe choice, scalp-wise. Honestly, Gert wasn't much of an expert at all.

Jessica's scalp was 2 years old. It could survive a little bit of damage. "That's fine, yeah. And who knows. Maybe when I see what it looks like, I'll decide that what I really need is tiger stripes or something. Maybe we've created a monster who uses her hair as art."

"Probably not, but it's possible."

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