Fandom High Dormitories

It smelled nice outside. Like spring!

But April, after her workout, smelled like... well, it wouldn't be ladylike to tell you. But it wasn't great.

So she was treating herself to a steaming hot shower in the locker room, and because it was so early in the morning (and sometimes she wasn't the most courteous to others), she set her phone to blast her favorite album there ever was: E•MO•TION.

What, a girl couldn't dance in the shower?

{work related SP but open!}

April was wearing a glittery red bow in her hair and a pink dress that was totally unsuited for winter when she took her place at the table to sell tickets for this weekend's dance. She loved Valentine's Day, and while she didn't have a Valentine of her own (yet!) she was determined to uphold the spirit of the season with bold wardrobe choices and her naturally great attitude.

So! Get your tickets here, Fandom. April was going to smile at you until you did.

When April had sat down to think about her resolutions for the new year, coming to the gym more often wasn't on the list. She was all good on fitness. Getting out and talking to people more, making new friends, and scoring an invite to her very first high school party were much resolution-worthy goals.

But she still had a few days before she had to hold herself to those goals, so here she was for her morning workout. With her earbuds in her ears, she crammed weights onto a bar, perched in front of the mirror, and got to it. Hopefully, with the holidays and everything, traffic through the gym would be light enough that no one would hassle her for hogging the weights.

{open!}

Well, the weather was getting colder, and with it, some of April's natural energy was dwindling. It was a little bit harder to love every day like it was the best day ever during the time of year when she had to wear long pants.

The best way to keep her spirits high when they ordinarily would be down in the dumps was to get some exercise, so here she was, doing her best to maintain a positive attitude.

She would just be over here in the weights section, starting off with a set of bench presses with a barbell significantly bigger than she was.

[[I'm home sick, so it's playtime. no SP warning for me today, huzzah!]]

April took a step back from the wall where she had just posted her final flyer and admired her handiwork.

In bold, glittery text on cream construction paper, the flyer read:

Did you get scruffy in your time away from your parents?

Do you have a crush from home visiting that you're trying to impress?

Come to…

HAIRCUTS BY APRIL

6th Floor Girls' Bathroom

RIGHT NOW!

Reference photos or verbal descriptions accepted. Or let April go wild!

$5 per haircut, or trades accepted also.


Beneath the text, she had pasted a series of photos of makeovers she'd given over the years – Jo with side-bangs, Ripley's new 'do from the summer, and even a photo of Mal after she'd let April touch up her undercut.

With the last flyer posted, she pocketed the rest of her roll of tape and set off toward the sixth floor girl's bathroom. She figured there wouldn't be much call for the bathroom on the floor where no one lived, so it would be okay if she took up a lot of space and got some hair on the floor (which she planned to clean up, of course).

It took April several trips from her room to the bathroom to assemble everything she thought she needed. It wasn't just hair supplies, although she had plenty of those. She also stacked up some magazines on top of one of the sinks to give the whole place a real salon feel, and her laptop was around in case anyone wanted to watch a movie.

Then she propped open the door and waited for her first customers.

there is no chance i will get to pings at work today, but i wanted to get this posted early so i don't forget later.

April stepped into the common room and looked down.

"What the junk?"

Something sparkly had been -- sprinkled, or maybe smeared, across the floor. She knelt down to see what it was, and when she did she found... glitter.

Large, smooth specks of glitter, to be exact. The trail seemed relatively fresh; it hadn't quite made its way down into the fibers of the carpet yet, and it was very, very sparkly.

Puzzled, she scooped some up and inspected it more closely. She knee-walked forward, following the trail of glitter to what she assumed had to be some kind of x-marks-the-spot type of point, but that was a mistake, because by the time she made her way into a very uninteresting corner, she looked down and found herself absolutely sparkling with the stuff.

She stood up, disgusted, and wiped her sparkly palms on her sparkly shorts. "Mystery, 1; April, 0," she grumbled.

Well played, Fandom.

[[i came home to a garlic mess. thank you, puppy, for that gift. open.]]