Room 317, Sunday Night
Quinn was not, generally speaking, an early to bed type. But she hadn't had anything in particular to do all weekend, and sometimes her bed was just a really nice place to be.
This may have been a mistake. While she was innocently asleep, a small, rarely sighted marsupial crept into her room, and -- spotting the cotton candy-like fluff sprawled across Quinn's pillow -- snuffled deeply at her hair.
By the time the wallaby hopped away, the pink was gone from Quinn's hair as dark blonde locks flowed past her shoulders again. But Quinn dozed on, oblivious to the animal's work for at least a few hours more.
Fandom's hair-growing wallaby had struck again.
[OOC: Establishy. Hair-growing wallaby cheerfully stolen from auroryborealis, nyeh.]
This may have been a mistake. While she was innocently asleep, a small, rarely sighted marsupial crept into her room, and -- spotting the cotton candy-like fluff sprawled across Quinn's pillow -- snuffled deeply at her hair.
By the time the wallaby hopped away, the pink was gone from Quinn's hair as dark blonde locks flowed past her shoulders again. But Quinn dozed on, oblivious to the animal's work for at least a few hours more.
Fandom's hair-growing wallaby had struck again.
[OOC: Establishy. Hair-growing wallaby cheerfully stolen from auroryborealis, nyeh.]