( ＴＥＸＴ ００１. ) username: wont.

[novacaine]

alright okay hey cadelle
guess this is as good a time as any to make an actual ""fresh start"" in this place or something like that
SO
who wants to learn how to play guitar?
i literally have no real qualifications
i have no idea if i'd be a good teacher
but i'm pretty good and i'm self-taught so fuck it it's worth a shot
idk how this shit works really so all i ask is a little bit of $$$ in exchange for my goods n services etc. or just buy me a drink somewhere after and we'll be even
thx dudes (and dudettes)

p.s. not to like, continue abusing this thing as a cheapass version of a classifieds section but
is there anyone here who's good at dyeing hair?
my blue's looking a little weak and with the fancy schmancy shindig coming up i wanna look
or maybe just decent

Comments

un: clarifying

[creatio]

i would 100% love to learn.
my bff is in a band and he's amazing at it but i never picked it up. my talents lay more in drawing than it did carrying a tune.
but we have time here, right?

and i'm not a hairdresser but i do know how to read instructions of a box. so if you end up desperate hmu.

[novacaine]

hell yeah
maybe you'll become such a badass guitar player that you'll just like swoop on in and crash their party

also that would be like
super appreciated bc i'm a disaster.

i'm also just now realizing that i never said who i am in my message
i'm not some random creeper i'm promise
i'm will

[creatio]

!!!
that sounds great, that's my new life goal.

and it's okay, i doubt there's like, serial killers in cadelle.
so i'll still help with your hair despite only just learning your name :)

i'm clary.

text. un: kara

[advena]

your hair is blue???

( way to ignore 90% of the contents of this post, kara danvers. your reading skills are really top notch today. )

[novacaine]

yes?
well kinda
some of it
and those parts are shitty and faded rn

[advena]

my sister dyed her hair once from a box
i think she was trying to get pink but something went wrong and it turned her whole head a horrible shade of green

she looked like an alien

( ha. ha ha ha. a joke. so funny. well, kara's laughing, but who knows if anyone else will. )

[novacaine]

hey, there's probably worse things to look like.
aliens are fucking cool
beam me up scotty, etc.

tbh i probably wouldn't mind if it got messed up and turned out a different color
maybe change would be nice, you know?

[advena]

resistance is futile!!!

( #nerd )

if you need an extra set of hands, i'd be happy to help!
i only have two but hopefully that's enough!

[novacaine]

only like a scary alien would have more than two hands
or a spider
so i'm glad you only have two.

i could for reals use your help though
i'm totally hopeless when it comes to this shit

[advena]

unless they were really helpful
like an octopus
maybe they use all their hands to rock babies to sleep or carry people's bags around for them
that wouldn't be scary

but i will definitely still help you with your boxed hair dye mission!!!
i can come to you if you want
or you can come here

i have a very big tub in case you have a lot of hair?

[novacaine]

um
no i don't have a lot of hair
just normal dude hair

you can come here if you want? beta five west.
i already have the dye and the bleach and shit i'm just like
a human disaster and don't even trust myself to try it myself.

oh i'm will btw.

[advena]

nice to meet you, will
i'm kara :)

( obviously... and since the guard downstairs seems to maybe be asleep or just ignoring her knocks... )

do you think you could open the window???

[novacaine]

( uhhhh... weird question, but okay. he's not gonna say that out loud — type it, he means — 'cause this girl is like really actually gonna help him stop looking so busted. )

yeah sssuuuuuure thing

( which, you know. still feels weird as hell, but here will is, getting up off of his lazy ass with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth and opening his window. )

it's kinda chilly out tonight.

[advena]

( what's up, will? how's it going, new pal, new buddy? have a casual flash of two fingers as a wave — a gesture learned from a particularly good friend with a habit of saying jaunty hellos and goodbyes — as kara gently floats up from the ground below. )

Hey there. Will, right?

[novacaine]

( this?

this is how fires get started, kara danvers. by flying up and hovering in an unsuspecting man's window virtually unannounced, causing him to take an awkward step back, tripping over his own feet, falling on his ass and dropping his lit cigarette onto the carpet. )

— Uh.

Yeah.

( good thing this is something that will's probably done eighty five thousand times in his life before, and he's quick to snatch said cigarette off of the floor and shove it back into his mouth (five second rule, or something like that), as though desperately trying to make sure he's not smoking a joint instead. nope, that sure is the beautiful stench of acrid tobacco filling his lungs — no hallucinogens are present, and yet. and yet. )

[advena]

( oops? she'd apologize, but smoking is bad for your health. maybe the split second of surprise that sent his cigarette on a tumble to the ground might have been a blessing in disguise. a few moments of narcotic-free air might have done well for his lungs. he should be thanking her, basically. )

Kara. ( a vague point to herself, which feels as useless as it probably looks; her hand drops awkwardly to her side after a moment or two. ) We, uh — we talked on the network? Hair dye help?

( which reminds her. )

Two hands, right?

( two is the number of her hands, and the number of her hands will count only up to two. waving them a la jazz hands for a moment gives her a brief distraction before she's hovering just outside the windowsill. )

Can I, uh. Can I come in? Or...? I could wait out here, I guess, but you said it was kind of cold, and I don't want to let all your warm air out...?

[novacaine]

Um.

( sorry, he's seen some weird shit in these places — hell, he's gotten down with a vampire, sold ice cream for a magical ice queen, and the girl he's — occasionally seeing? hanging out with? talking to? ew, that all sounds so lame — is super strong and can make her eyes glow and will's somehow managed to live to tell the tale. completely unexpected, completely unbelievable, but he believes it now.

doesn't mean it's any less of a shock to see some girl hovering outside of his window, whether by magic or ... who knows what. jesus christ. he can get it together. )

I mean — yeah. Come in? ( which he doesn't mean to sound like a question, but oh well. brow furrowed, he pushes himself to his feet, tries not to succumb to the vertigo of it all and fall over again. )

[advena]

Okay! Thanks!

( which sounds a little more cheerful than will's questionable agreement probably deserves, but leave it to kara danvers to find sunshine in cloud coverage. floating in through the window only takes a second; once the soles of her sensible shoes hit the carpet, she's all too happy to close the window snugly behind her before turning around to face him again. )

So... did you still need help with that blue dye?

( judging by the fade, the answer is probably. luckily for will, he's got the world's most enthusiastically helpful superhero — supergirl — on hand to help. with two hands, even. )

How do we do this thing?

[novacaine]

( this is — so fucking weird, he doesn't even know where to start. doesn't really have time to start, 'cause his new friend here who just flew on into his window is already ready to go. so, okay, sure, he'll just save the existential crisis for later on.

you know, once his hair looks better. )

Uh, well — I have bleach and dye in the bathroom. There's instructions on the box.

( which feels like his cue to tip his head in that direction and head into there, suddenly realizing how fucking awkward this can be with a random stranger he met on the network. at least if he went to a salon, he'd have the benefit of, like, other people and a public setting. his apartment feels vaguely sketchy.

but yeah, sure, he's just gonna take out the box of bleach and the little canister of dark blue hair dye and set them on the edge of the sink. ta da. )

text, un: eugene

[pureed]

I think it could be fun to learn to play guitar...

How much were you thinking for the lessons?

[novacaine]

shit
uh well
i actually haven't thought about that part yet

i'm clearly really good at this whole selling myself thing lmao

how much would you be willing to pay?

( solid strategy, a+, sunglasses emoji here. )

[pureed]

Oh well... I don't know...

Back home I think that lessons were usually like $25 a lesson... but that was Texas

[novacaine]

screw texas
i'll make it $20

i'm will btw
it's taken me like 3 convos to realize that i didn't even say who the hell i was in my post which is kind of counterproductive

do you know where b-sides is? the record shop?
they basically offered me a space in the back to have lessons
free publicity is better than no publicity i guess

[pureed]

That's a good deal then!

Nice to meet you, Will. I'm Eugene and introductions can be delayed and it's still okay,
I think.

I think I know where that is. I've walked past it a few times.

[novacaine]

hell yeah dude

when are you free?
my schedule's pretty
you know
wide open, since i'm just starting this whole thing. so i think that means you get first dibs.

[pureed]

Thursday is a good day for me.