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[Oct / Nov Catchall] lay her down in her gingerbread coffin

WHO: Julie Joyful & Friends!
WHAT: Various shenanigans!
WHEN: Throughout October & November.
WHERE: All over!
WARNINGS: Open prompts here, closed prompts in individual threads as needed. Feel free to throw down extra prompts in a comment if you I don't cover a quest you want to do with Julie!

CITY QUESTS

[Fashion Flavors]

[Julie is practically vibrating here she's so excited. All she needed were the words 'fashion' and 'style' alongside the 'randomly' and her mind instantly latched on to the notion of this as a game. A game involving fashion no less!

So here she is with her bounty of blonde hair swept up into a high bun that looks absolutely huge against her petite stature. She's also got a cute little sewing basket already all packed up for her fashion endeavors!

Anyone she meets who even vaguely looks to be be here for the event will get a big bright smile and an eager wave from the 3'3" tall little blonde in her standard pink dress with a rainbow apron overtop.]

Have you gotten your random style yet? I can't wait to see what everyone gets!

SPRING SEGMENT

[Rabbits Need Scritches]

[This morning Julie had set out on a search -- a search for giant rabbits! Reading the missive on how much they needed scritches almost made her tear up right then and there. She knew she had to go help them!

So here she is, hair up in a high ponytail this time and she's come dressed in shorts for the occassion! And what's this? With some effort Julie appears to be lugging a basket as big as she is!

Before anyone can answer the question she answers in a bright chipper tone:]

It's for the fur!

[Knock Knock Knocking on Monster Doors] CW: Potential Horror & Narrow Escapes

[Julie isn't quite sure what to make of it. She's sitting here in a bush, her head barely peeking out as she takes in the sight of this particular house. It's yellow exterior makes her think of Frank's home and it looks cheerful enough.

It's windows are glowing bright save for the obvious dark "pupils" it uses to look around the area with. Apparently that doesn't disturb Julie in the least though as she continues watching the house, her expression flitting between something unsettled and something longing.

Her voice is low as she murmurs in a tone of obvious disappointment.]

It figures not all houses are quite like Home.

AUTUMN SEGMENT

[Go Team Pumpkin Spice!]

[Julie is of course dressed for the occassion and absolutely laden with jars. Or as laden as someone of her size can be. Amusingly enough the bag crossing over her body despite being packed with jars doesn't seem to be weighing her down a whole lot. Even when she starts filling them!

And somehow in spite of being on the trail for a bit considering how many filled jars she seems to have, the blonde is happy to stop and take in the scent again.]

It smells ... cozy!

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I have, yes.

[They're still in their robes and hat, of course... but at the question, they move one arm to part their robes and allow this new "fashion" to be seen -
They've been shoved into skinny jeans and a slimming leather jacket. With the jewelry to boot, of course.
Considering the look on their face (as much as there can be, anyway), it's clear they have no idea how to feel about any of it.]

... They asked that I consider doing "something" with my hair. I thought that, perhaps, you might be able to help...
You always have "something" done with your own hair, after all.

[Ooooh! Julie outright claps her hands together at the outfit!]

Look at you, you look so cool!

[Now she flaps her hands in excitement. Apparently this is all very stimulating for her and she's running high on energy.]

I'd love to! You've got such a cool look though ... maybe we can slick it back? Ooo, pin it back! Go for the whole --

[And here she uses her hands ala the whole Spongebob 'Imagination' meme.]

Rebel look.

[It's fine if Julie's a bit hyper, right now. That's something Purple likes about her, after all.
She's always got so much energy, so much spirit!! It's a nice contrast to themself, but not in a way that's...
Overbearing? Overwhelming? Oversomething, at any rate.

... Though they still tilt their head a bit at Julie's suggestion.]

"Rebel look"...? I cannot even begin to imagine what you mean by that.
We had no "rebels" by the end of times. Aside from Red, I suppose, but Red was a wooden doll.

[Ah, of course. She's not even surprised they don't know the term. Give her a moment here.]

Well, it's like ... leather jackets and slicked-back hair and [here she affects a deep, smoldering sort of tone as she looks Purple up and down lazily -- she really sells that 50's bad boy thing pretty well] "hey there, cutie, you better not get too close to me, i'm dangerous."

[The act drops as quick as it began, Julie back to her cute little self.]

You know?

[- Oh. The ends of Purple's hair flip up a bit, almost as if Julie's little act outright startled them.
But they're quick to settle back down on their own, falling loose against Purple's shoulders again.]

... I don't, no. But this is something I have come to accept. There is much that I do not know.
But does this mean you have an idea for what to do with my hair? You sound as though you know exactly what you would like to do with it.

Of course I do. I'll have you know I've been planning all the things I could do with your hair for weeks now.

[She'll just snag hold of one of their hands and lead them off to one side. There's plenty of mirrors and hair doodads given how this is all about making a fashion statement.]

Part of achieving the perfect look really is your hair style. You can express yourself in so many ways!

For -
For weeks?

[That's just half-muttered as they're pulled along, floating an inch above the ground as they always do.
And it's once they're over by everything that Purple actually stops to reach up and mess with their hair a bit - taking off their hat, running their fingers through their hair, the works.
As if they've never done anything with it and now they're all mystified at the idea that Julie's been thinking about this for weeks.
(Because they are. Their hair is as its always been - they brush it, sure, and wash it, yeah, but that's... that's it... frankly, half their little flips and curls are just due to hat hair, even...)]

... I have never considered this realm of expression before. It was not necessary as Gold Pig's servant -
They cared far more for their own looks than for how their servant looked.

So, I will... certainly need your guidance, here.

[Julie encourages them to sit down. The seat is low at least but she still skips off for a stepstool and comes back carting it, chattering away.]

Well you're got it, don't you worry! I love doing up my hair after all. Just call me Julie the ... um ... Hair Stylist isn't that impressive ...

[Once she's climbed up behind Purple she sets her hands into their hair for likely the first time. It's certainly the first time like this, her fingertips against their scalp. She's brushing her hands through their hair, yes, but she seems to be rubbing their scalp at the same time.]

How about Julie the Hairdo Wizard! Ooo, that has a nice ring to it!

[Sitting in front of a mirror like this, Julie will get to see the goofy way they squeeze their eyes shut at the sensation of her hands running through their hair like this. It's... very foreign. Weird and new in a way they honestly can't tell if they like or dislike or what.
Given a moment to think about it, though... they end up sinking into the chair a bit more, leaning back a little to make the whole thing easier on her.

Kind of like a street cat that's never met a human discovering it likes getting its ears scratched.
(They're keeping their eyes shut, though. Not even completely sure why. The newness of it all, maybe?)]

... I am right here to inspire you, yet you decide to opt for "Wizard" instead of "Mage"?

[Goofy to them perhaps but she forever things it's kind of cute really. They don't have a mouth to smile or grimace with so their eyes do a whole lot of talking.

She giggles at their reply before reaching for a comb, beginning to separate out their hair into sections with big ol' clips.]

What, I get to be a Mage too? That seems a little higher and loftier than a mere old "Wizard".

[A swish and flick of her comb through the air and her ton turns haughtily regal. Sally would be proud.]

The Mage Fair with the Golden Hair~. That does sound nice!

[One eye cracks open at the feeling of clips being added to their hair, unsure what to make of it at all - getting their hair brushed and combed by someone else was a bit weird on its own, but clips?
The only people in Everhood who even had hair accessories at all weren't people that Purple spoke to often, if at all, so it's a wonder they even remember what hair clips are.

But they're still doing their best to stay still for her, regardless. It's part of the process, they know that.]

Oh, it's quite a bit higher than simply a "wizard", yes - in fact, I am certain the other Mages would laugh at hearing someone as I suggest such a thing.
In the hierarchy of Everhood, they were the highest point. "Like kings", as they would say.

[Use of the word "they" rather than "we" is very pointed. You don't really get to be a king when you're too busy being someone else's servant.]

... For you, though, I am happy to make the exception.

[Soon Julie's fingertips begin feathering along the sides of their head. She's gathering strands, weaving them together, picking up new ones -- braiding if Purple can recognize the sight.]

For little me? You shouldn't have.

[She pauses the braining a moment to drop a hand to their shoulder and leaning around them she pops a kiss on their cheek like it's nothing. Leaning over them like this she smells like some sort of flower. Honeysuckle maybe? A nebulous type of wildflower? Flowers and sun and ozone from the wind.

Then she's back to braiding and chattering away merrily.]

I'll have to make an appropriate outfit then. Not before I finish your fashion on up though!

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[... Truth be told, that's something Purple won't be able to pick up on, unfortunately. Having sacrificed their sense of taste for their magic, it means their sense of smell is gone, too - the two are too closely intertwined for it to stay.
But that does mean so much more of their attention is on that kiss, their hand very gently coming up to touch their cheek where her lips had been, eyes wide and brighter than ever.]

I... y-you speak of making yourself an outfit as a Mage, yes? Well, it... isn't so much the outfit that is important, so much as the hat...
And the color. Of course.

You cannot be "Pink", unfortunately, but...

[Julie tilts her head a little, running that over in her mind it seems. Then she beams at their reflection in the mirror as she finishes up her first braid.]

Well, yellow just happens to be my second favorite color! If that's not taken at least.

[Now her fingers set to skim from their temple along near their ear. She picks up strands of hair, weaves them together just like before and continues to talk.]

I'll put extra special attention into the hat then! As Frank would say, it has to be --

[Here she does something of a chef's kiss gesture.]

Just so.

[One braid down, and now... is she making another?

...

All they can imagine is turning out like Rasta Beast and all of their braids.
But whatever! They trust her and her decisions. If she thinks they'll look good with such a hairstyle, then so be it.]

I have not heard of a Yellow Mage... I think that would suit you wonderfully. Such a bright, friendly color -
Like the sunflowers. Warm and vivacious.
I have no doubts in my mind that such a color would perfectly fit your soul.

And as for your hat... would you allow me to watch as you craft it?

[Never fear, Purple! It's not quite rasta braids but more Viking perhaps. The leather jacket look makes her think punk and while her concept of punk is typically the greaser sort of look, she'd seen someone around Ellipsa with this hairdo and it felt fitting!

Her face only brightens more.]

Of course! ... I should probably come over to your place to do it though.

[She giggles.]

Mine's more "me" sized. Oh the front door is alright but the rest of the apartment --

[Again she giggles. She can't help it, the thought of Purple sitting on her teeny sofa...]

Then again, you would look cute having tea with me.

[Tiny teacups, y'know?]

[... Okay, yeah, even they can admit they'd probably look kind of cute sitting on a teensy sofa with Julie. Even if they'd take up at least 80% of it.]

Unfortunately, having tea with you would consist entirely of me watching you have your tea... but I see no issue with joining you in your apartment, "you"-sized or not.
If I do not fit on the furniture, I will simply seat myself upon the floor.

It would be unfair to you if I forced you to acclimate to an apartment that is "me"-sized without doing the same for you, don't you think?

[Oooh, that's right. She forgot that Purple was much like Wally when it came to food. Maybe? She had never really seen Wally eat but she always thought he must be shy about it. Purple straight up couldn't.

She blinks at them a moment and then she quite dramatically throws her arounds around their neck, pressing her cheek to theirs as she stands on her tip toes on her stool.]

Oooh, you're so sweet!

[Of course, the suddenness of her throwing her arms around their neck gets them to startle - they almost teleport away out of reflex, even fading out of sight for a second, but they're quick to keep themself in place and fade back into view despite it.
Though, they can't stop the way they give her a few big, wide-eyed blinks.]

S-sweet? I am just thinking about what would be fair, considering our relative heights... do others not treat you in such a way?
Are others not respecting you as they should?

[Julie doesn't even notice the near fade out. Who'd run from hugs? Frank certainly endured hers and Wally went limp but seemed pleased so it never entered her mind others might not be as happy to get them. Or used to it.

At Purple's questions she blinks back, expression curious.]

No? I don't think so? I mean ... I think they're respecting me?

[Not that she knows a great deal of people here yet. She looks skyward and starts ticking off things with fingertaps against Purple's chest. She's just sort of casually hanging onto them now, cheek backed off of theirs but close by.]

Let's see ... well Barnaby and Poppy are both bigger than you. And I go over to Poppy's barn a whole lot. Oh and Howdy's store too! Sometimes when we go there I give Wally boosts so he can look at the apples better.

[Which is to say she grabs him under the arms and he ragdolls.]

I'm usually at Frank's house though and his house isn't quite as big as theirs.

[... Wait, what was her point again? Oh!]

I'm used to big spaces though!

[Thankfully, it's not the hug or closeness that got to Purple any - they're getting more and more used to it, the more time they spend with Julie - but rather, the suddenness.
They've got enough reflexes to teleport out of the way of being headbutt by someone they didn't even know was there, and anything like that gets a similar response if they don't catch themself in time.

They're already calming back down, though! Even settling into the hug a little bit.]

... Hmmm. I see.
I still feel as though forcing you to become used to "big spaces" is, in itself, disrespectful... but if that is not how you feel, then I will leave it be.
It is not my place to decide your feelings on such a thing, after all.

[A pause.]

... I am going to start getting smaller furniture for my own apartment, however.

[A short coffee table that's the same height as their sofa would work perfectly for a chair that's her height, for example!
Accommodation is important when it comes to maintaining friendships. In their eyes, anyway.]

[D'awww. Julie gives them an affectionate pat on the chest and then a little squeeze before she slips away to finish up their hair.]

That, my dear Purple, is because you are considerate.

[Even if they were evil once upon a time. At the idea of them getting little furniture though she giggles and says with a singsong note of amusement to her tone:]

And I'll get a much bigger armchair just for you.

[They're technically still a little evil deep down in there, considering they had that change of heart just minutes before showing up in Ellipsa -
But they're working on it! And Julie's easily become one of the reasons why.
(Especially when she does things like hug them out of nowhere and sing because she feels like it and take their hands just because they're there and kiss their cheek on a whim and--)]

If you are serious about that decision, tell me so I may help you move it into your apartment.
It wouldn't do to have you carry something like that on your own just for me, whether you have the strength for such or not.

[Details, details.

She pauses a moment as she finishes up the second side, moving to that bigger and looser middle brain. Her face is nicely pink as she pauses to now press a kiss to the crown of their head.]

See, that's what I mean by sweet. It's not about others respecting me or not. It's just that you doing that is sweet.

[Unsurprisingly, that kiss to their head gets them to squeeze their eyes shut for a second, before they look over their shoulder to blink up at her where she stands on that stepstool.]

... This strange little thing which you keep doing to me with your mouth - that is a kiss, correct?
What is the purpose of them? I have seen others do this many times, but I have not yet seen a common reason behind it...

[They've seen friends greet each other with kisses, they've seen parents kiss their children, they've seen couples kissing under streetlamps... there's nothing linking all of these things together, as far as they can tell!!
(Yes, there is. Purple just can't see it very well, not having experienced love much themself.)]

... Is it because you believe me to be sweet?

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