Eighth Theft

[icanhastail]

[Zidane has retreated down to the launch deck - one of the only places not affected by whatever curse this was - after spending too much time on the theatrical deck. He's currently perched in the pipework on the ceiling, probably not a surprise to anyone who knows him, but a very long trail of golden blond hair is falling almost all the way down to the floor from his perch. All in all it's over twice as long as he is tall.]

[And he just so happens to have a couple of knives.]

[...Which aren't working.]

Damnit! How did Dagger do this?

[He's used to having longer hair, but this is ridiculous. He's left the tie in to keep it all together, but his knife refuses to cut through a single strand, instead just sawing back and forth or slipping down the hair river all together. He's getting frustrated, to say the least.]

Anyone got a pair of magical scissors or something? Anything?

Comments

[buildingproblem]

We might need a pair of magical hedge trimmers.

Just, don't accept any apples from strange women until we get this sorted out.

[icanhastail]

I wasn't planning on taking anything that I didn't know where it came from. But if you've got anything that will cut this, I'll do you a favor when you need one if you just lend it to me.

[He's getting grumpier by the second.]

[buildingproblem]

There's got to be an enchanted machete somewhere on this boat, but until we find it or I get my mojo back, you may want to invest in some bobby pins.