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The Park [Friday afternoon]

The funny thing was, it wasn't like Rapunzel was normally not in a great mood. At worst, she was occasionally sort of gloomy, or a little frustrated -- like yesterday, when she had brushed her hair until it gleamed just because she was really mad at one tangle.

But today she was in the best mood ever. Like...ever. She hadn't been even close to this happy since she'd left her tower -- and really, that was saying something, because again: Rapunzel, girl of perpetual sunshine.

Today was a beautiful day, she'd decided, and as such she'd made her way out to the park with Pascal and her sketchpad. The latter was sitting in the grass for the moment, though, mostly forgotten, because Rapunzel had decided to try climbing a tree.

And what was a girl with seventy feet of hair to do in a tree except swing in it? So that was what she was doing, her hair looped under her as she swung on it from one of the branches gleefully.

"Best -- day -- ever!!"

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Barry left classes and typically if this was any other day he'd be heading over to his warehouse to work on whatever it was he was working on...

But he felt too relaxed today. Maybe it was the tie-dye t-shirt he was wearing.

And then he came across Rapunzel.

"Whoa. How the fuck can you do that?" Barry asked in (calm) amazement.

"It's easy!" she giggled. "Hi, Barry! Wanna try?"

She'd never tried it with someone else, but why not? She had so much hair, and sharing was caring!

"Waaaaaait," Barry said holding up his hands. "Are you telling me your hair can support more than one person?"

"...maybe?" Rapunzel stopped swinging long enough to consider that. "I've never tried. It probably does. My hair isn't like other people's hair, Barry."

No kidding.

No shit!

"You mean how it's 100 feet long and can support a human body in a tree?" Barry queried and grinned. "Shit, Rapunzel. Stop gabbing and ~~let down your long hair~~ drop me some follicles."

Rapunzel didn't have to be told twice, and pulled herself back up into the tree so he could try the hair-swing. "It's really only seventy or so feet," she told him helpfully, giggling. "Try it out! It's super-duper fun! I've never even tried doing something like that before and now I feel like I've been missing out for half my life!"

Barry shrugged. Granted riding in a hair swing wasn't something he expected to do when coming to this island but this place was pretty fucking weird so...

He hopped on and gave a tentative pull back to start the swinging process.

"Man. This is fucking different," he said appreciatively.

"Is it? I've never used a real swing," Rapunzel replied, twisting her hair to help him move a little more. "I mean, I figure, I've got all this hair, I probably should use it for something fun! And today's a beautiful day to be outside, anyway!"

She would have said that if it was sleeting, seriously.

"Yeah it's pretty nice out," Barry said as he serenely swung back and forth. "It's actually great."

Barry shook his head and sighed contently. "I haven't felt this calm... ever."

"Yeah?" Rapunzel sighed happily herself. "I know what you mean. But I'm not calm -- I just...like, I want to go dancing! And skating! I've never been skating before! But today seems like the perfect day to do anything. I feel like I could just lie in this tree all day and it'd still be the very best day ever. You know what I mean?"

"Yeeeah," Barry said leaning back. "My day was like that all day yesterday. I even loved those furry radio squirrels when they gave me shitty coffee."

"I don't know how you told the difference," Rapunzel decided. "Coffee is gross. But maybe I've been misjudging coffee all this time! Maybe I should give it a second chance!"

Pause.

"How could you not love squirrels every day, though? Squirrels!"

"Well coffee isn't for everyone," Barry said thoughtfully. "And the squirrels can be really pushy in the morning when they want someone to read their news."

Barry was not really a morning person.

"They just want to make sure everyone hears the news, Barry! The news is important!"

Rapunzel was emphatically a morning person.

"Yes, but they aren't very fucking nice about it," Barry said with a sigh.

Then again they might be offended by how Barry swats them away and threatens to biopsy their brains to figure out how they can write.

"So other than swinging and using it to support yourself while painting, what else can your hair do?"

Hair do. Hairdo. HA.

Rapunzel frowned, just a tiny bit, and stopped swinging her hair to instead look down at him from her branch. "Can you keep a secret?" she asked, biting her lower lip.

She was in a good enough mood to trust everyone, today -- though, honestly, she probably would have told him eventually, anyway.

"I've kept my whole life a secret until I came here," Barry said with a rueful grin. "One more won't hurt. And honestly I'm honored you'd tell me it."

Rapunzel dropped lower on her branch, so she could whisper, just in case. "Promise you won't do any science experiments on me if I tell you," she said, just to be safe.

You talk about taking just one sample of brain tissue and this is what you get...

"I promise," Barry replied. "Besides I don't do that anymore. Unless someone wants me to help them but that's different. So what's the scoop?"

Rapunzel warred with herself for a moment longer before coming out with it, softly. "It's magic. My hair is magic hair that glows when I sing, and can heal any wound."

So, you know, a totally normal secret.

If Barry's brain could make a noise right now it would be a car squealing as someone hit the brakes.

"Whhhhhhhaaaaat?" Barry said. "No fucking way. So if you sing Mary had a little lamb and it lights up like a Christmas tree?"

"It's a special song," Rapunzel said, shaking her head a little. "I'll show you sometime when...you know, someone wouldn't be able to walk by and see. But, um, it loses its power and turns brown if you cut it, so...."

"That makes no scientific sense whatsoever," Barry noted calmly. "And normally this would be the part where I fucking rant about how there's a scientific explanation for everything but I'm feeling too calm for that to happen. Weird."

He paused.

"Okay. Well if it get's cut and turns brown that explains the hairstyle."

...

"And the swing."

"Sometimes stuff isn't science," Rapunzel decided with a shrug. "Sometimes stuff is just magic, Barry. I think it's okay to believe that, right? But yeah. That's why I've never cut it off."

"I honestly think magic is just something science hasn't fucking figured out yet," Barry said shaking his head. "But considering I'm swinging on your healing glowing hair that's activated by a song... I won't argue about it."

A teal deer, its coat glistening in the lovely rays of that star designated "Sol" that we call the sun, its ten point rack, just losing its lush velvety coat, unusually large for the season, wandered through a nice grassy area of the park, nibbling gently on the tips, as deer -- teal or not -- were wont to do.

A pink pony sproinged her way over and thrust a bouquet of daisies in the teal deer's face. The deer reared back, startled, then seemed to be won over by the pony's earnest, cheerful expression and relaxed, reaching out with its head to sniff at the flowers.

Then it ate them.

The pony let out a little ^eeee! of happiness and pulled the deer to her in a great big hug.

The violet crystal in the pony's belly -- perfectly visible, thanks to her customary lack of clothing -- sparkled gently. Love was, apparently, in the air.

Most people probably would have thought this was an odd display.

Most people, of course, were not Rapunzel, who even on her worst days would still think nothing of anthropomorphism and romance being a combination.

"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!"

Edward was fine - Edward was normal, not that he'd noticed anything abnormal 'round here. Besides Rapunzel swinging, which was decidedly out of the ordinary, but in a way that made him grin.

"Rapunzel," he called. "You doing all right up there, lass?"

"Uh huh! You wanna try, Edward? It's super-fun!" she called, swinging higher with a gleeful whoop.

"Isn't that going to hurt?" Edward asked skeptically.

Like that was the only major questionable part about the entire endeavor.

"Nuh uh! My hair's kind of funny that way, I guess," Rapunzel told him happily. "Isn't it a gorgeous day out? I can't believe I spent the whole morning inside when I could've been out here doing this!"

"I don't understand why most of you lot spend so much time indoors," Edward admitted. "I mean, the days the weather's been terrible, I can get. But like you said - days like this? It's a shame to spend them indoors."

He grabbed a branch of the tree and hoisted himself up. Made for easier talking.

"I spent my whole life indoors, already," Rapunzel sighed. "We should start a colony out in the woods or something. Get people who agree with us to come live out there. We can have tents if it rains or something!"

Brilliant plan, there.

"Might want to at least put some roofs up to keep the rain out properly," Edward said, looking faintly amused. "Not sure how much use that hair of yours is when it's soaking wet."

"It usually dries fast," Rapunzel said thoughtfully, clearly mulling this one over. "I mean, I've used it kind of as a tent, a few times. You know, to hide in and stuff. But I think you probably are the expert on this one. I still think it's generally a good idea!"

"All depends," Edward said, tucking his legs over a branch. "How harsh are the winds? How warm does it get? And how cold, in winter?"

"I think someone said it snows here in the winter," Rapunzel said helpfully, biting her lip. "So maybe this is more of a summertime plan?"

"Camp out, get some fabric to work as a makeshift rain shelter," Edward mused. "It'd be doable, as long as the winds don't come into it."

"Couldn't we build our tents so they're sheltered by trees or something so that winds aren't that bad?" Rapunzel asked, tapping her chin in thought. "I don't know. I've never built a tent, so maybe I'm wrong."

"It'll help," Edward said lightly. "Nothing's stopping it the way stone can, but unless we get storms here..."

"We won't get storms, Edward, don't be silly! Rain never hurt anyone," said the girl who had never been outside in a rainstorm. "Look how pretty it is today! How can you even think about storms at a time like this?"

Rapunzel would have been pondering storms with him more if not for the whole mood crystal thing, really.

"You clearly have never seen a proper storm before," Edward said with a chuckle, though really -- he wouldn't see a proper proper storm for several years yet.

"Just from a window," Rapunzel agreed with a shrug. Like most things. "Why, is it really scary to be out in one?"

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