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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]

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.

[takeyouapart.livejournal.com]

...

How long is your hair?

[worstsongever]

I keep tripping on it. Tripping on it.

[takeyouapart.livejournal.com]

I was just thinking that if it's long enough, you could cut it off and use it as a rope.

[worstsongever]

That's both horrifying and genius.

[Cue scrambling (and falling) as she looks around. It's a few minutes before she comes back, a little winded.] There's nothing to cut it with.

[takeyouapart.livejournal.com]

If you have a mirror or if there's glass in the window, you could break it for the sharp edges. Wrap one end in cloth so you don't get hurt.

[Sigh, Merlin. If only you didn't lead the sort of life that lends itself so well to improvising escape plans.]

[worstsongever]

...You're surprisingly knowledgeable about this. Okay. Seven years bad luck, here I come.

[And a moment later there is the biggest of big crashes. There is a distant 'Come on!' and another moment of silence before she gets to her fantasy communicator again.]

It shattered. Like, tiny pieces stuck in my hair shattered. How the hell do I break a mirror wrong?

[takeyouapart.livejournal.com]

I'm sure it's just the mirror. Not anything you did.

...

I'll buy a rope and some scissors and then try to find you. I don't have my magic.

[worstsongever]

What? How do you lose that?

[takeyouapart.livejournal.com]

It's happened before. Once I got off the Barge and I'd lost my magic and I was a girl.

[worstsongever]

...

No offense, but I think I'll take massive Rapunzel hair over being a guy.

[takeyouapart.livejournal.com]

What with the Barge being the Barge, that'll probably happen as well, sooner or later.

[worstsongever]

That's not funny.

[takeyouapart.livejournal.com]

I completely agree.

Right, um. Market. I'll report in later.

[worstsongever]

Thanks, Merlin. You're a hero.