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[ It's been like, six months since she's had a haircut. No, more like eight — she hadn't been bothering in New York, not with Quentin acting like he hardly saw her, and. Well.

This scalp's been through a lot since then. ]

hi. sorry to bug you, i know we haven't talked — but i read in the directory that you're the ship's makeup artist? does that extend to 'barber' too?

[Oh. Well. Crap.

This is actually first time during these two months that she's been on Moira when someone comes to her and asks about her services. And here she kinda hoped that she'd be able to go on without having to take any customers.]

that's right, darling. i do haircuts as well.

[ God, this is weird to ask. Even before everything went to hell, stuff like this was weird to ask. At least back then she'd have had Janet with her. Paying strangers to touch your head and make awkward smalltalk is never as bad with a friend. ]

could i like. set up an appointment for that? whenever works for you?

i'd do it myself but i don't really have scissors and i figure if we have a professional why not get something that actually

looks less like i ran into a woodchipper

sure thing, darling, i meanm that's what i'm here for i guess.

[although she probably should say that she doesn't have much experience with cutting hair....]

my schedule is pretty free right now so any time works for me. as long as it's past afternoon.

[ WHAT'S THE WORST THAT COULD HAPPEN ]

keen. i'll drop by around three

[ Alice knocks before entering, hanging back at the edge of the doorframe, and fiddling with the ends of a baggy sleeve. A glance over J's network posts (doesn't everyone stalk their stylist?) hasn't revealed much to worry over, but Alice doesn't need much to manage it.

The woodchipper assessment wasn't wholly inaccurate. She's done her best with what's been available, but what's been available has largely been knives. ]

[You don't want to know.]

Come in.

[J shouts out an invitation.

She had arrived only about ten minutes before Alice and is now sorting out different kind of hair brushes and scissors and other equipment that she believes to be useful in cutting hair. She's really glad that she has at least some experience with styling her own hair and wigs, otherwise she'd definitely be freaking out here.

When she looks up from the table and sees Alice, and the state of her hair, she must bite on her cheek so that she won't laugh out loud at her. ]

The hell happened to you? [Yes J, very professional.]

[ Wellp. ]

Would you believe "a shitty camping trip"?

[ Or six months of them. She offers a painfully awkward smile, lop-sided and full of nerves. J's — well, J's gorgeous. It's something you get used to, hanging around the multiverse's weirdly attractive pick of castaways. But it doesn't make this any easier.

Alice sighs, and finally pushes her way into the room. Time to rip off the band-aid. ]

So on a scale of one to ten, is it the worst you've seen, or the second-worst? I mean, it's not a mullet.

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[J gives her a long look, her eyes moving from up to down, brows arching up sardonically. She reaches out to touch her hair, lifting her bangs up a little before letting out a sneering chuckle.]

Looks like you've been camping with wildlife or some shit.

[And with that she lets go of her hair, moves back to her couch and shrugs.]

Well, to be honest. It's not that bad. It still looks like hair, which is more than you can say about some of the other heads in this ship.

[ It's a more accurate assessment than she wants to confirm. Alice freezes as J lifts her bangs up, posture relaxing abruptly as she moves away. ]

True. [ Alice isn't vain, but she can't really argue. Some of the styles on board are just improbable, miracles of gravity-defying form. ] I always kind of wonder how the furry people here do it. You'd think they'd have a harder time than everyone else, like, more to groom and all.

But no. It's always just, shiny. Glossy. Perfect. Like a Fancy Feast commercial.

[ No one tell Ratchet she said that. She settles on the edge of the counter, peering over J with undisguised interest. ]

How do you pull it off? Not, with. I mean obviously. Not the...not the fur part. Like. I mean, you look nice.

[ Nailed it. ]

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