grapecase

Morning:

Kendis is out of Baltic at 5:45am. It’s not unusual to see her running along Delphi and it’s surrounding streets. However, it’s certainly not common. Gym clothes might be part of the game, but the name’s definitely ‘something like more active than the same five blocks, right?’.

Nevertheless, there she is -- out, about, and very runny. She’s chatty too! Despite it being pitch black out and she’ll stop to talk with [VOLUNTEER ONE]. If [VOLUNTEER ONE] cares to note, her hair is a medium brown streaked blonde. It’s been like that since Monday.

At 6:45am, on her round back toward the apartments, she finds a really cute hair ribbon. She picks it up and unknown to her, her hair immediately turns a sandy brown. [VOLUNTEER TWO], who had been hoping to beat the early morning The Honey Jar crowd sees it as it happens. They try to point it out, but Kendis is already on the move.

Did that really just -- maybe they’d imagined it. After all, Kendis’ hair had been brown at the auction Saturday. Right? Maybe? Who cares? That’s up to poor [VOLUNTEER TWO] to decide.

By the time she makes it toward THJ, her brown hair is liberally streaked with gray, especially at her roots. To say the least the look is interesting. [VOLUNTEER THREE] compliments her on the ‘new look’. Slowly, the gray and brown lighten steadily turning white. Do they notice the change [VOLUNTEER THREE] or are they distracted by heading heir destination? After all, she’s going in as [VOLUNTEER THREE] is leaving The Honey Jar.

Kendis quickly sets herself into the fairly long line. The place is already buzzing. And she’s craving something good to eat. As the line moves, her hair sets to brown again. That is until she orders and bites into an orange ginger muffin. Is this how heaven tastes like? Her hair seems to think so. It turns into a vibrant, airy green. [MULTIPLE VOLUNTEERS] notice.

On her way out, [VOLUNTEER FOUR] and [VOLUNTEER FIVE] both speak at the same time and then over each other . They catch her by surprise as they try to point out that her hair is now amber! Or is it gold? Amber? Wow, so pretentious. Shut up, it’s obviously gold! [VOLUNTEER FOUR] and [VOLUNTEER FIVE] fall into a squabble. Honestly, why so rude! Stop trying to cut them off! Where's Ray when you need him? Kendis, after a moment’s hesitation, continues with her exit.

Later morning:

[VOLUNTEER SIX] manages to peep her as she’s rushing back into Baltic with an ill fitting hat. Her hair is pitch black.

[VOLUNTEER SEVEN] is almost mowed over and her hat topples off. ‘Hey, Kendis. Did you know your hair JUST shifted another color?’ It’s white! Thanks, homie. She knows.

An hour later she’s out with a better fitting hat. [VOLUNTEER EIGHT] catches sight of her carrying a bag with several small boxes headed back to Delphi.