[open commentlog | backdated to day 4 of her amnesia]

[70ftandcounting]

[Fragments of thoughts shift inside of Rapunzel’s mind, and wispy pieces of memory slip away whenever she tried to grasp it. Uncertain as to who she truly is and just what she’s doing here, she’s been wandering the Keep in a listless daze, only eating and drinking when her body reminds her that she is hungry and thirsty, because eating is not something that she remembers to do.
 
She wanders even now, hands loose at her sides and hazel eyes blank and distant while dirty, bare feet take her on an aimless path. Her hair, seventy feet long once more, trails behind her and catches dust and other bits of debris as she walks. The dress she wears is torn and covered in blood, though just who’s it is is questionable. In her hand, she holds a torch that has long been burned out.
 
Approach?]

((ooc: so Rapunzel died. Oops. Feel free to run into her.))

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[yolonceler]

[The Once-ler finally got all his memories back yesterday, and has been fretting ever since. He hasn't seen Rapunzel on the journal network at all and has spent hours pacing back and forth in his room, chain-smoking, staring at the mural they painted. Them. Together. The Once-ler can't close his eyes for too long because the darkness just reminds him of the staircase, the falling, and then - nothing. He hasn't slept for three days, hasn't eaten in one. His suit is stuffed under his bed so he doesn't have to see it. Just pacing, smoking, staring.

At least, he smokes until he runs out of cigars. The Once-ler drags himself out of his room and makes for the apothecary, praying he doesn't run into anybody looking for a conversation. On the way there, he steps over a trail of hair, and doesn't think anything of it until -

Rapunzel's hair.

He whirls around and stares at it, then follows it with his eyes to the source. The Once-ler is overcome with emotion, unable to move or speak for a good like while.

He finally manages to call out,]

Rapunzel!

[abstinentzombie]

[Kloe was actually getting kind of worried. When you don't hear from the Keep's little ball of sunshine for a while, you kind of have to wonder where the fuck she went. Especially after the whole revolt fiasco.

And Kloe certainly wasn't planning on finding her right away. But she did. And it... wasn't a pretty sight. Suddenly having all of her hair back also didn't help. Uncertainly she just stands there (holy shit was that blood?), just for a moment, before Kloe approaches.]

Hey. Rapunzel.

[needsnobottle]

[Okay that? Is the scariest damn thing Tammy has ever seen. It's not just that she hadn't been expecting to see all of that hair again--and how had she gotten that back? The djinn hadn't done it, Tammy was certain, which meant some other magical means was at play here. It's more the way that the vibrant girl is walking; faded and shuffling along, looking far worse for wear than she should. As if she's not really there. For an instant she is precisely like the light in this crazy Keep; not nearly as powerful as the sun, more a mockery than a true source of warmth and light.

Tammy runs up to her as soon as she spots her, her expression drawn and worried. She hadn't heard from Rapunzel during the uprising and she's been terrified ever since. In fact, the other girls is entirely the reason why Tammy is out right now--she'd stopped by the girl's room and when she hadn't answered, run off to see if she could find her.

She hadn't expected to see this.]

Rapunzel?