[3 - video]

[eisenrache]

[As the video comes on, just...expect this face. A lot of this face. He wasn't here/too busy being a native during the facial-hair plot, so please excuse his...reaction.]

The Gods must be getting bored, if this is all they can come up with to elicit a rouse from the population.

Though I have to say...

I am not amused.

[You've guessed it, guys. Turns out this bodyswap? Almost completely worthless. Except...

Erik now has muttonchops.

For the present moment, at least.]

If anyone would be so kind as to point me in the direction of a barber. A simple razor would do as well. I must get these off as soon as possible.

[Wow Erik, for your first official post to the network that isn't you being a piss-monster, you've got to be a dick. Oh well. Baby-steps, right?]

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1/ ?? because i need to

[digophelia]

[digophelia]

[w h a t.]

[digophelia]

[This may earn a laugh.]

[digophelia]

[Or not, because it's Alice.]

done

[digophelia]

You should trim his hair.

[eisenrache]

That is the plan, my dear.

[digophelia]

[Hey! It's one of those few moments she's smiling in amusement.]

Wonderful to hear; they look absolutely dreadful. I don't understand why so many men find them fashionable.

[eisenrache]

[Erik smiles back a bit. It's good to see she can smile, after all.]

If you have any experience in cutting hair, I could always use a hand. Trimming the back of my head seems to be a little difficult.

[digophelia]

[She drops it as quickly as it comes; Alice isn't too keen on cutting anyone's hair. That would involve close contact.]

I am fairly certain you could find a barber around these parts.

[eisenrache]

[Fine then. Don't come over and have a 'the muttonchops are gone! the muttonchops are gone!' party with him. Gosh.]

Yes, but I was hoping to find a traveler to do it. I don't know how much I trust these natives with a pair of shears.

[digophelia]

[YOU'RE STILL A STRANGER.]

And I am not someone you should be asking to help you with a pair of shears.

[eisenrache]

Like I said, I would trust you with shears before a native.

[OKAY THAT HURT. AND HERE HE THOUGHT THEY HAD SOMETHING.]

[digophelia]

Is that so.

[BUT... SPACE. PERSONAL SPACE.]

[eisenrache]

It is.

[YOU'D BE THE ONE WITH THE SHARP POINTY THINGS.]

[digophelia]

I am... terribly sorry, Mr. Lensherr, but I don't think I would be able to help you get such a clean shave.

[Just the image, the thought of giving him a cut and getting that close causes her voice to drop.]

All I have is my knife.

[eisenrache]

It is a shame, Miss Liddell. But very well. I will find other means.

But I must thank you again for having good taste. It seems to be few and far between here in Asgard.

[digophelia]

You're most welcome.