fandomhighdorms | Third Floor Common Room [Tuesday afternoon]

Rapunzel had spent so much time in her tower doing certain activities that she almost didn't want to do some of them anymore, instead just picking and choosing her favorites -- the things she'd do even if she wasn't incredibly bored and lonely.

Like cooking. Or working on her mural, which was now nearly finished (though she'd probably start on the ceiling as soon as her wall space was up, if Anders didn't actually tell her she couldn't or something.) She'd spent almost no time whatsoever working on candle-making or pottery, partially due to lack of supplies, but mostly due to lack of interest.

Today, though, when she'd ventured out in search of something to do, she'd managed to get her hands on a puzzle. And as dorky as she knew it was (because Mother was more than happy to tell her, and often), Rapunzel loved puzzles.

So Tuesday afternoon found her on the common room floor, the pieces spread out in front of her and her hair wound in a neat circle around the room.

"That's a middle piece, Pascal, we're looking for the edges still, silly." Pascal, who was helpfully offering pieces up to Rapunzel periodically, was on the verge of a fit of pique, seriously. Rapunzel was going to end up with a chameleon hiding amongst puzzle pieces if she wasn't careful.

[open due to unexpected boredom (that supposed madness this afternoon was actually canceled!) but with usual SP-at-work caveats! mostly i just wanted to use this icon, idk.]

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"I think you're confused," Rapunzel said simply, after a long moment of trying to figure out what the heck a halfway house was. "I mean, um, we have special issues here, sure, but it's mostly, like -- magic hair."

She figured she could own up to it. Barry wasn't going to let her get kidnapped by this girl or anything, after all.

"And our unique needs are, like, having magic hair. Or whatever. I think I'm the only one with magic hair, actually."

"...What?"

There was really no other response to that.

"I mean, most people don't have magic hair." Way to mess that one up, Rapunzel. "Some people can light themselves on fire or something, though."

That one seemed safe to share. It wasn't like Johnny was secretive at all.

"No, no, no," Evie said, shaking her head. Yeah, she'd met Johnny. That wasn't a secret at all. "That was some kind of...shared delusion or something. Because it doesn't make sense. People can't light themselves on fire and then be fine! That's not normal!"

These conversations would go so much better if she hadn't just spent the last summer being told that she couldn't believe in anything she saw or heard or experienced.

Rapunzel kind of stared at her, because okay, she'd met Johnny and still didn't believe.

She frowned thoughtfully, realized that -- again -- no one was going to try to kidnap her from a common room full of people, and softly sang, "Flower gleam and glow -- " and stopped there. For a few seconds, her hair glittered at the roots, and light traveled down her hair. It stopped as soon as she stopped singing, though, and Rapunzel arched a brow.

"It's not a shared delusion."

Evie was going to just sit down. Right now. On the--floor? Okay. The floor.

"No," she said softly, shaking her head while still staring at the strands of hair that had been shining with a soft inner light. "No, I just--it can't--Lights? Do you have lights in your hair? Like Christmas lights maybe?"

She was reaching here. Reaching so hard.

"Sorry," Rapunzel said, immediately feeling kind of bad and sitting down on the floor with her. "Sorry, sorry -- I don't have lights in my hair, no."

She smiled gently, because this was clearly kind of a huge shock -- which Rapunzel herself didn't get, considering newbie day had been a couple weeks ago, and -- well. Maybe some people needed longer to adjust to some stuff.

"People are gonna get offended if you keep telling them that what makes them them doesn't exist, is all," she said.

Third Floor Common Room [Tuesday afternoon]

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