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[hairflyingheartpounding]

[A: Action; Early Morning; 917 Bilko]

[Rapunzel has been uncharacteristically quiet since the Carnival. It was... A big growth experience for her, and it forced her to see Mayfield's true nature. A lot changed, and yet... Nothing did. She's still stuck here, and she's finally coming around to decide she'll make the most of it, and do the best she can to help people. She really is a resilient lady.

What she finds in the mail that morning helps. First her guitar, which gets a smile, and then... Something that makes her shriek in delight.

Deja vu. Yep, Pascal is back.]

[B: Action; Morning to Dusk; John Doe Park]

[Rapunzel can be found in the park for the rest of the day, playing old, whimsical tunes on her guitar for herself and Pascal and anyone else who cares to listen.]

[C: Phone; Evening]

Hi, it's Rapunzel. I haven't really used this much since-- Well, how is everyone?

Comments

[imstillhere]

[She shouldn't. Because for all Jim knows, it's his fault for whatever just happened. He is a screw up, he knows that much. Let's people down. Can't do anything right. Just a normal day in his life. So having Rapunzel here get sad a moment ago isn't exactly making him feel great about himself.

But, he just shoves his hands in his pockets and follows her inside.

Looking at the place with a vacant stare.]

Nice place you got here...same colour of white we got...and same table...same everything actually.

[hairflyingheartpounding]

[Rapunzel smiles awkwardly, then sets to preparing tea.]

That... Seems to be how it works here. I should probably do some painting, at least.

[imstillhere]

Couldn't hurt I guess...better than being reminded of living in Psychofield.

[He just sits down.]

You any good at painting?

[hairflyingheartpounding]

I don't know. [It's not false modesty. Mother tended to ignore her art, and of course Pascal assured her of its quality. They were best friends. But... Rapunzel knows she likes her art. That's enough.] I guess so. I know I love it.

What kind of tea would you like?

[imstillhere]

Hm, well that's good at least. Kind of would suck if you didn't.

[It's kind of like he is with his board. He likes what he does but unlike Rapunzel he knows he's good. But he shrugs at the tea question]

Any kind, doesn't really matter.

[hairflyingheartpounding]

Yeah, I guess it would.

Does lemon sound alright, then? I think that's my favorite...

[imstillhere]

Sure, whatever.

[He sounds so thrilled too.]

So, what's your world like?

[hairflyingheartpounding]

Mmmhmm. [She does her best to take it in stride, but she sighs at the question about home.]

What I've seen of it is amazing.

[imstillhere]

What's that supposed to mean exactly?

[hairflyingheartpounding]

Oh, I just... Well, it's complicated.

[imstillhere]

I'm listening....

[Leaning forward now. Hand is just, resting on his cheek as he stares intently at Rapunzel.]

[hairflyingheartpounding]

[She had already decided it was safe to tell people her story here... But it was still hard to do so, as it went so strongly against all she'd been brought up on. But oh, it felt so nice to be honest with her new friends.]

I was born with a magical gift, so... My Mother and I lived in a tower to stay safe.

BEST.GUESS.EVER

[imstillhere]

A magical gift? What kind? Do you like, shoot lasers or something?

|D

[hairflyingheartpounding]

What? Uh, no. It's my hair. It can heal people.

Yup

[imstillhere]

Oh, so is that why you have all that hair?

[hairflyingheartpounding]

Yes, it is. If my hair gets cut, it loses its power. It turns brown and it stops growing. So I have to be careful.

[imstillhere]

Well...why not cut it? I mean if people are after it isn't it better to just get rid of it all together?

[hairflyingheartpounding]

[That... Just does not make any sense to her. Her hair is her gift. Not only that, but it helps Mother. She's in no place to cut it back home.

Or here, with so many dangers.]

I couldn't do that.

[imstillhere]

Oh...so you're like some kind of doctor back home than?

[hairflyingheartpounding]

Oh... No. But it's a gift. I shouldn't squander it.

[imstillhere]

Squander? Than what the heck do you do with it? If you're sitting up in a tower all day I don't see how you get much use out of something like that.

[hairflyingheartpounding]

Look, I'm sorry, but I can't explain it. Just... Trust me.

[imstillhere]

[Did he cross a line? Yup, probably. So he's gonna kind of recede into his jacket a bit.]

Sorry...

[hairflyingheartpounding]

It... It's alright. It's just really complicated, I guess.

[imstillhere]

It's fine, whatever.

[More shrugs. He looks towards where Rapunzel was making the tea though.]
I think it's ready.