[ the first thing she needs to do is deal with this hair. now that she's no longer stuck on that satellite, cress has access to as many sharp objects as she wants! and as such, there's nothing holding her back now from dealing with her hair.
currently, you may find her wandering barefoot all over the waystation, seven long years' worth of thick blond hair (wild and messy and admittedly a little dirty like the rest of her) all bundled up in her arms (or maybe even dragging far behind her, if her arms get tired).
she'll be poking her head into every little nook and cranny to try and find a barbershop, because if she's going to do this, she wants to at least do it right...
but frankly after twenty minutes of wandering around, she's ready to settle for any olf pair of scissors and a steady hand. ]
B: PLAY DRESS UP
[ eventually, cress finds herself gravitating towards the clothes shop. she can't help it, given the last few things she's been able to wear were old dresses given to her by sybil, all of which are currently burnt to a crisp someone on earth's surface. all except for the one she's currently wearing, that is, which is clearly several sizes too small for her and pretty dirty/singed as well.
she lingers by the dress shops though, eyes brightening longingly over the pretty skirts and material. she has that little bit of money given to her by their elusive host... but she should really spend that on food, shouldn't she? especially if she's on a ship all by herself.
she sighs, lingering still. looking can't hurt, right? ]
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currently, you may find her wandering barefoot all over the waystation, seven long years' worth of thick blond hair (wild and messy and admittedly a little dirty like the rest of her) all bundled up in her arms (or maybe even dragging far behind her, if her arms get tired).
she'll be poking her head into every little nook and cranny to try and find a barbershop, because if she's going to do this, she wants to at least do it right...
but frankly after twenty minutes of wandering around, she's ready to settle for any olf pair of scissors and a steady hand. ]
B: PLAY DRESS UP
she lingers by the dress shops though, eyes brightening longingly over the pretty skirts and material. she has that little bit of money given to her by their elusive host... but she should really spend that on food, shouldn't she? especially if she's on a ship all by herself.
she sighs, lingering still. looking can't hurt, right? ]