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[10_20_15_5_50]

[Sam's broadcasting from a seat at Your Place, a milkshake on the table in front of her.]

Having now completed a couple years of it, I'm now pretty sure everyone under a hundred is improvising this 'real adult' stuff. And as for the rest of you? [She grins a crooked little grin, pointing at the camera with a cherry stem.] I've got some suspicions still.

[The broadcast would end there---and does, briefly---but the network's treated to Hiro hijacking Sam's drone to properly inform other Haveners.]

Hey, so, uh, what Sam means is that it's her birthday and she's just being cryptic. So, y'know. Don't let her forget it.

Comments

[mercury_gaze]

Trace each other? [Tracing isn't something she's familiar with, and drawing on the ground with anything other than sticks in soft dirt is new to her too.]

[10_20_15_5_50]

Yeah. Like, we take turns lying on the ground so that the other can draw around for an outline and we get a couple people frames to fill in.

[She's following her gut, here, because it seemed like the right thing to toss out. Beat hopscotch---which she never knew how to play, anyway---any day.]

[mercury_gaze]

[Well, she looks curious and interested.] Okay! What do I do?

[10_20_15_5_50]

[Right on, sunshine! Sam plops down to sit, legs outstretched, and selects a blue for herself. She traces what she can easily reach of her legs before passing the chalk to Jendayi and lying down, hands at her hips.]

Now you go the rest of the way around, please, and then it'll be your turn.

[mercury_gaze]

[A smile grows on her face as she watches. When Sam offers her the chalk she nods and easily takes it and finishes the trace. She’s almost kind of meticulous about it, trying to get it perfect.]

There! My turn?

[10_20_15_5_50]

Thank you! [Sam sits up, clapping her hands together.] Sure thing! What colour you want?

[mercury_gaze]

[She’s just gonna take a moment to peruse the colors. She finally picks out a bright purple and holds it up to Sam.]

[10_20_15_5_50]

Alright.

[Taking the chalk, Sam gestures for Jendayi to get positioned. Once she's settled, Sam traces her, working quickly and efficiently to do so.]

There you go!

[mercury_gaze]

[Jendayi gets up very, very carefully then turns around to look.] It's me!

[10_20_15_5_50]

Almost! Just not as cute.

[mercury_gaze]

She looks down at it another moment, then grabs another color. “It needs hair.”

[10_20_15_5_50]

"A mohawk, maybe? Better yet, three mohawks! Not that I expect you to know the style by that name, but..." Ever helpful, Sam held her hands up atop her head to give Jendayi an idea.

[mercury_gaze]

She gives same a curious smile. "What is that?" She...thinks she maybe gets it, but isn't entirely sure. How about you show her, Sam?

[10_20_15_5_50]

"It's a haircut where you've got a strip of hair, with the rest cut shorter or shaved, and the strip teased so as to stand up. A little liiiike..." As she drew out the word, Sam plucked a piece of chalk from the box she'd brought it in, and turned to her tracing. "From the front it's just like that---a line, not a lot to look at---but some people manage to get theirs impressively high, and a lot like to dye theirs with bright colours, or stripes, or both. Some go rainbow."

[mercury_gaze]

She laughs. "That's just silly. What do people do with so little hair?"