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[inexactitude]

[Anyone on deck this morning may have heard a comical scream as Olive fell overboard when the Admiral came in for a landing. Anyone looking at their communicator now can see hair. Lots and lots and LOTS of red hair.]

Is this a joke? Hah hah, this is hilarious, is that good enough? Anybody? Admiral? Bueller? God, Bueller, come save me. ...And bring scissors.

[Olive is picking up a bunch of red hair in her arms, staring at it, and then throwing it over her shoulder.]

There is no way this is all my hair. There are no doors. Just this one stupid window and I am up way too high for there not to be some kind of staircase. Who has a ladder?

[And as she takes a few steps toward the window, she gets tripped up - by her hair - and falls. The communicator clatters to the floor, and someone is trying to curse.] Fudge! Fudge! ...What the--

Oh my God. I'm Rapunzel. With a f--f--fabulous filter. [And face palm. You can hear it.]

[Private to Heero]

[Added a little later, after she. Gets untangled.] Hey, Heero, where are you? Did you stay on board? [Halp. :|]

Comments

[takeyouapart.livejournal.com]

...

Olive?

[worstsongever]

Merlin. I was starting to think I was all alone here.

[takeyouapart.livejournal.com]

I think most people are here, one way or another.

There's no way out of your room at all?

[worstsongever]

Just this window. And I'm not really digging this fifty foot drop.

[batmanschmatman]

Are you alright, Princess?

[worstsongever]

[She's actually looking around to see who the hell you are talking to.]

What?

[batmanschmatman]

I'm sorry, I just assumed. Are you alright?

[worstsongever]

Uh. Why?

[Private]

[resultofwar]

[WHO ARE YOU STRANGE and pretty GIRL APPARENTLY TRAPPED IN A TOWER.]

I'm sorry, miss, but I'm not quite sure who you are. Or where I'd have stayed on board, actually.

[Private]

[worstsongever]

[HEERO WE SHOULD TALK ABOUT GIRLS.] Who--

Heero?

[Private]

[resultofwar]

[NO D:]

Yes. How do you know my name?

[Private]

[worstsongever]

I'm your warden, I - you really don't know who I am?

[restoringhonor]

Olive? What's... wrong with your hair?

[worstsongever]

It grew. Apparently.

[restoringhonor]

Sorry. You okay?

[worstsongever]

Physically? Yep. Not liking this whole stuck in a tour deal.

MAN, this would be 10x more hilarious to comment on if I had apped Cameron Frye like I planned.:(

[failed-bluff.livejournal.com]

Scissors ain't gonna cut it. Better ask for a lawnmower.

...I have no idea who that is. I feel like I am missing an excellent joke. :c

[worstsongever]

If you can get one up here, and then get me back down.

[snownotstark.livejournal.com]

My lady! Do you need assistance? [It's probably impossible to tell that he's affected at first.]

[worstsongever]

Oh my God, yes! Jon! Jon. I need you to find a ladder. Or make a ladder. Or pile up stones so I can get out of here.

[snownotstark.livejournal.com]

[What the heck, how do you know me :c]

I... can try? Have we met before?

Do you know Robin?

[worstsongever]

Oh come the high-faluting son of a gun-- What is coming out of my mouth, it's like having a stroke.

Okay. I'm Olive. I am trapped in this tower. I really don't want to stay trapped in this tower.

...I have no idea who Robin is.

[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

That tower looks quite wonderful. Your captor has a knack for decoration. Have you planned a rescue yet?

[worstsongever]

Oh, yeah, it's got all the common courtesies. Except, you know. Doors. Or a door. I would love to have a door. Still working on the rescue part.

[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

You don't have someone who rescues you often?