[Open!] Where have all the good men gone and where are all the gods ?

[npc_kun]

Characters: Open
Date/Time: 6/14-6/19
Location: Everywhere
Rating: Varied
Summary: Edensphere needs a hero. Or several.

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Monday, near the Bazaar

[proudambassador]

If it wasn't ridiculous enough to be stuck in a tree, now Ambassador was stuck in a tower in a tree. He'd spent the first moments upon waking in a bit of a rage before realizing that wouldn't do anything. So he went into full-on rage mode, yelling at the walls as if they would move. They didn't. Working on the theory that maybe they just couldn't hear him had backfired; kicking a stone wall was a bad idea.

After hopping around on one foot in a manner that was painfully embarrassing, Ambassador realized his hair was long too. Much longer than it should be, to the point that it was no longer standing up. It was a very long ponytail, much like what his vague memories told him females should have.

To his growing horror, he realized he was also in distinctly feminine dress. Literally. His anger had blinded him to the fact that he was in skirts. Skirts! Of all things!

All in all, Ambassador was trapped and not happy in the least.

[burntorangesky]

Fred had taken a rare day off work, so it wasn't until nearly mid-morning before she wandered into the Bazaar. She didn't really have a destination in mind; she just didn't want to go back to her house just yet, and seeing most of her friends these days was almost painful. Strange how the loss of one person affected so many... but he would come back. She only hoped he would do it soon.

The distant sounds of angry yelling interrupted Fred's musing. She glanced in the direction it came from, spotting a tower that certainly hadn't been there yesterday.

It took her only a minute to walk to the base of the tower. She shielded her eyes with one hand as she looked up to where she could barely see a window at the top of the tower. Fred was a little baffled as to what was going on here, but it was probably something the Tree was doing... in any case, she should probably find out who it was that was yelling, and if she could help them. "Hello? Can you hear me up there?"

[proudambassador]

Thankfully Ambassador wasn't the type to get up at the break of dawn. He'd only been in the tower for about two hours before someone finally came and paid attention to him like they should. After all, he was trapped, and he was not a no one. He should not be stuck and isolated and ignored. Ever.

Looking down as someone yelled up, Ambassador nodded. "Yes! Yes, I can hear you! Can you hear me? Can you get me out of this? I want out." After a noticeable pause, he added, "Please!" Manners were important when you wanted someone to do something for you. Though he wasn't sure what one person could do. It was a tower.

At least he could offer what resources they had. "I am stuck in the tower with nothing! Except skirts! And stupidly long hair!" Not much.

[burntorangesky]

A person with long hair stuck inside a tower with no door... for a fleeting second, Fred thought that felt a little familiar. But she dismissed the feeling as a passing fancy and turned her attention back to the problem at hand.

"You have no rope? A ladder, perhaps? Anything you could throw out the window that would allow me to climb up, or you climb down?" Fred felt almost compelled to make sure he had checked for something like that, because she could see no other way to get up there. Neither Youth nor Bell had ever managed to teach her how to do the wall-walking trick, after all.

[proudambassador]

"There is a hook on the outer wall by my window. If I had a rope, I would have used it already. I am not an idiot! And a ladder would be all the more obvious!" This was ludicrous. But at least she'd tried ideas. "I have bedsheets. But they are not enough to reach all the way down. I have hair, but I do not have scissors. If I had scissors maybe I could do something with the ridiculous mess that is this!"

He leaned out the window, looking down. "I do not suppose you have a giant mat? Not that I would like to jump anyway. It is far too risky for me to like that idea."

[burntorangesky]

Fred ran a hand through her hair. A hook by the window... scissors... yes, this whole thing really did sound somewhat familiar. In the way a childhood story was familiar when you heard it ages later as an adult.

"No, I don't have anything of the sort, and it's a bit far for you to jump without risking injury to yourself." She blew out her cheeks, thoughtfully. She had an inkling of an idea, perhaps a stupid one... well, why not. She rummaged around in her pockets quickly while she called up to him again, "This is going to sound a bit odd, but just how long is your hair?"

[proudambassador]

"Yes, yes, that is what I said!" Maybe it was hard to hear him. Distances were tricky like that.

"How long?" Ambassador looked at his hair. "Stupidly long. Longer than long! Longest! Here, you want to see? I will show you." He spent a good few minutes searching for the end of the length before dropping it out the window, letting it dangle down. It almost reached the base of the tower.

"Scissors. Or a knife. I would even go for a torch, hm? The smell, it will be awful, but I could cut it off then. Anything, to get out of here." Almost anything.

[burntorangesky]

Fred considered the options a bit longer, turning over her vague idea that suddenly seemed much less stupid. But first she had to nip over to a certain stall and buy something... "Look, don't move. I'll be right back, I need to go get something." Without waiting for him to reply, she ran off through the Bazaar.

A few minutes later she was back, barely out of breath, with her new pair of scissors wrapped in paper and tucked under one arm. "You said there was a hook at the top, correct? Can you, I don't know, wrap the top of your hair round it? I have an idea I want to try." She didn't want to cause him pain, or worse, pull his hair out by the roots.

[proudambassador]

"Don't move. Oh yes. I am going to go very far. See me go." He waited, watching, annoyed with the situation and not her. It seemed that this place was all about new challenges that were very annoying. What he would give for a week of spa time, complete with dancers. Ambassador daydreamed while he waited, coming back to reality when she returned.

"Yes. I can." After a bit of difficulty handling the hair, he had it loped over the hook and dangling down. "That is done."

[burntorangesky]

Fred stepped a little closer so that she was right at the base of the tower, right by the end of his hair. Grasping it she tugged gently at first, then (providing he didn't start screaming or telling her it hurt) more firmly. "Does that hurt?"

If he said it didn't, the next step was using the hair as a sort of rope. Fred would think she was being quite clever with this idea, if not for that nagging feeling that she had seen this done before... well, as long as it worked.

[proudambassador]

Ambassador realized he had a choice. He could gripe and complain and be honest about it stinging a little, or he could shut up and get help. As he considered himself a prudent man, he chose the latter route. "No. It is fine. Now what do we do?" If he held it close to the hook, it hurt hardly at all.

This seemed... strange. Like a reflection of a reflection, blurry and slightly familiar. Ambassador didn't much care, though, no matter how rare slight familiarity was. He could figure it out later. Right now he just wanted out.

[burntorangesky]

If he said it didn't hurt, she was going to take him at his word. Quite frankly, she couldn't see any other way to get to where he was... Fred tucked the paper-wrapped pair of scissors very firmly into her belt, making sure they were not about to come loose. Then she grabbed the rope of hair and started climbing up the tower.

She was a rather good climber, which surprised her a bit; she was at the top a few minutes later and pulling herself through the window, puffing a little from the unusual exertion. "Ah, hello... *phew*, that was a bit of a climb and no mistake. Let me see... my name is Fred, not that this is the best way to meet someone, really. Goodness, Edensphere spares no effort in setting up it's little... excitements."

She retrieved the scissors from her belt. "I think perhaps if we cut off the hair, we could tie it off and use it to climb down again. What say you?"

[proudambassador]

He felt like an idiot. Ambassador figured he probably also looked like an idiot, so it was at least matched. If you had to be an idiot you might as well go the full way. When she got up to the top, Ambassador grimaced and nodded.

"Hello. Yes, I would imagine it would be. Fred, hm? You do not look like a Fred. Myself, I am Abamssador. And no. No, it is not the best way to meet someone, but I have not yet found circumstances here that are the best, so we must make do with what is thrown in our laps, no? Or when we are thrown in towers, as the case may be?"

The suggestion was practical. He was just worried about the scissors coming near his hair. "Not all of it, I hope, my dear girl. It is important to leave me with some. Ten inches. This is important." He couldn't say why, but he'd arrived with his hair that long, and it seemed... right.

[burntorangesky]

"Lovely to meet you, Ambassador, no matter how undesirable our current setting." She smiled a little at his comments. "Indeed, making the best of things is sometimes all one can do, in Edensphere