- Rapunzel -

[Rapunzel is sitting on the edge of her bed, hair wrapped around her like a blanket, as she knits what appears to be a very tiny scarf. Pascal, looking a bit blue and slightly irritated, is sitting on her shoulder.

Scene not making any sense? Don't worry! Rapunzel has been writing about her whole day, in excessive detail, for everybody to read!]

She woke up this morning and noted how cold it was. It never got this cold in the tower, and whenever it started to, she or Mother would make sure there was a nice fire and warm food. But she can't exactly go and set a fire in the apartment, now can she? That would only end badly, she thought to herself.

Having taken a look in her closet, she noticed that she didn't have very many coats or sweaters. She had a few, to be sure, and she made sure to put one of those on, along with a pair of socks. She's still getting used to the idea of wearing socks and shoes. Living in a tower for years, you never had to wear these things on your feet, and despite being in the City for a while now, she'd still never really gotten used to this whole 'footware' thing.

While she was a bit warmer and bundled up, though, she saw poor Pascal, shivering and looking grumpy and blue! Oh no!

So, she decided that she would make him some winter clothes as well. Starting with a nice scarf. He had a little scarf at home in the tower, but it had been summer when they left, so it was still there...and he could use a temporary replacement while they were here!

And so, she sat down on the bed, placing Pascal on her shoulder where he could observe her work, and started to knit. Her hair, as it often did, got in the way a bit...so she decided to use it as a blanket. She did this when she was in the tower, why not here?


It's been a few hours now, and she's really making progress...though the scarf is probably a bit longer than she intended it to be...

Aaah--get off!! Stop it!

[Poor Rapunzel is squirming, looking genuinely uncomfortable and grumpy, itching at her skin and swatting at it, wincing.]

I don't understand, where are they all coming from? I swear, they weren't here last night...did I leave the window open?

[Rapunzel runs into the kitchen, where Pascal is sticking his tongue out and attacking the invisible bugs that appear to be bugging them both.]

Pascal, they just keep coming! You're gonna get sick if you do that...!

[Pascal just shrugs at Rapunzel, continuing to attempt to eat the invisible bugs.]

Ugh, fine, get a stomach age...I'm getting the bug spray, then I'm taking a shower...they're everywhere....They're in my hair, ewww...!

[Rapunzel is in her room, a slight frown on her face as she runs around... labeling.

Labeling everything.

All over the room, there are bits of paper with labels claiming them as Rapunzel's property. Even Pascal, who has returned from running away, has a label on his forehead, declaring him to be 'My Pascal'. He is not pleased.

After a few minutes of this, Rapunzel stops and nods, satisfied.]

Okay, everything in here is taken care of!

Time to go to Eugene's apartment! I have to label him and his things!

Oooh, and I should do the living room...and the kitchen...I need more paper! And tape!

I should go get those! I can label those too!

[With a nod, Rapunzel grabs an irritated Pascal, and runs off.]

[ooc: Mine Mine Mine curse. Tee hee.]

I don't really understand...

So, I went out, and everybody was wearing green. Except for me, and I guess Pascal doesn't count because he's the one wearing the green, not me...and suddenly, I get surrounded by people who keep pinching me!

...Pinching really hurts...

And they wouldn't tell me why, either!! So I went back home. What on earth is supposed to be going on today? I know that not every day is like this, so something must be up...

[A young woman with short brown hair, a chameleon on her shoulder, and a crown on her head is wandering around the fountain, looking a bit confused. It's funny, really, because she looks a lot like Rapunzel, even with the short brown hair...maybe it's the chameleon...

She sighs, frustrated, before sitting down on the edge of the fountain and looking at the chameleon.]

Well, we're definitely lost, Pascal. I told you we shouldn't have taken that shortcut of yours! Oh, Mother and Daddy are gonna be so worried...

[The chameleon goes red and squeaks in irritation, causing the girl (Who is clearly Rapunzel), to sigh again.]

Yes, I know it was my idea to give the guards the slip. But you know they worry way too much about me, I can't have fun or be myself when I go out with them! And you think so too.

[Pascal goes green again and nods.]

Besides, they scare off all the people. If I want to be a good ruler someday, I have to learn everything I can about the kingdom and its people! And the only way I can do that is going out and being with them! Besides, everybody in the city is nice, I like spending time with them...

[She sighs and frowns some more, slumping. Her crown slips a little bit.]

Well...I don't know where we are. Nothing looks familiar. I have no idea how we get back to the city, let alone the palace...I guess we should just wait...but that's booring...

[ooc: The Years That Never Were
What if Rapunzel had never been kidnapped by Gothel, or, if she had, what if she was found and brought back at a young age? What if she grew up with her real parents and was raised in the ways of royalty?

Rapunzel's personality and interests are exactly the same, she acts a little more...royalish. Pascal is still her best friend and companion. She's a little less naieve, a little more worldly, and apparently, her parents never quite got over that kidnapping attempt, so she's usually trailed by guards (which she hates).

Oh, and her hair got cut when she was younger, so its not magic. It can grow back to a normal length, but Princess Rapunzel likes her hair short.

She will not remember any of this come tomorrow.

I wish I had more icons so I could use all of Brunette!Rapunzel's expressions.]

So...I'm a little confused. What is this Valentine's Day thing? It sounds like a holiday or a special day or something like that...is it fun?

And why does somebody need to dress up fancy for a dance? Doesn't that sort of make it hard to dance? I know that when I dance, I don't wear anything fancy because I don't want to ruin my good dress or have it get in the way...

...And what does Valentine's Day have to do with dancing? What else is supposed to happen?


Oh! And I have a brand new friend living with me here. Pascal really ended up liking him, which I think is because he's warm and soft and Pascal sized...and he's not dangerous, so he's with us now! His name is Ishamel. He's the rabbit that got in here a few days ago, and he's very sweet.

[There is a young woman wandering around, lost and confused in the snow. Her long blonde hair trails behind her, an obstacle for people walking around her, who trip and step on it as she wanders in a dazed state.]

Aah—oh, excuse me—hey!!

[Something yanks on her hair and she falls backwards into the snow, where she sits for a minute as she quickly gathers up her hair into her arms. As she gets up, she continues looking around, becoming more and more scared and upset.]

Eugene…? Eugene? Maximus?

[The realization that she’s alone seems to be hitting her now as she starts looking around frantically.]

They can’t be gone…no, they were right behind me, I saw them…I heard them, they were right here! Eugene can’t have left…Maximus wouldn’t let him…no, Mother can’t be right about this, no, no…

…wait, where’s…

Pascal? PASCAL!!

[The young woman drops her hair and falls to her knees, digging frantically through the snow. Later, she’ll be overjoyed over having experienced snow for the first time, but right now, her chameleon companion is missing, and she needs him now more than ever.]

Pascal, don’t hide, this isn’t funny…I don’t know where Eugene and Maximus are, and they were right here…and the kingdom looks completely different now…and it’s snowing, and Pascal, please come out from wherever you are…

[After a minute of digging, she finds her friend, who is sitting on a little black communication device, looking cold, blue, and just as confused as the young woman who picks him up and hugs him tight.]

Pascal!! Oh, thank goodness, I thought I’d lost you too…they were right behind us, weren’t they…?

[The chameleon turns green, his normal color, and nods, causing her to look relieved. So they didn’t abandon her, something else just happened. Pascal then points to the black box he had been sitting on, and the woman, Rapunzel, looks at it curiously before picking it up and poking at it.]

Oooh, what’s this…?

[And the poking of the communication device commences.]