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It started during a Ramshackle sleepover - she’s forgotten whose idea this was, only that she’d said after the concert it was a shame they couldn’t all stay in the dorm together more often, and now they were all just regularly coming over— anyway.
Yumeimi sat on the floor hugging a pillow while Rook gently brushed her hair with a soft-bristled brush. The experience of someone else tending to her hair was strange, but nice, and Yumeimi allowed herself to enjoy it.
Rook sighed behind her. “You have lovely hair, Petit Rêveuse,” he said kindly. “Very soft, and a beautiful color.”
It was boring, dull brown, Yumeimi thought, but outwardly she just said “Thank you.”
“You must have such fun with it.”
“Fun?”
“Styling, cherie! There is much you can do with this - what do you do with it?”
“Oh… uhm, nothing really,” Yumeimi admitted, suddenly very aware that the room had quieted.
Rook’s hands stilled. “Nothing?”
“No… uh, I just put it in braids and that’s all. I’ve never done anything else.”
Rook felt stiff behind her, like a marble statue. “‘Never?’” he echoed, a touch incredulous.
“‘ey, Yumeimi, how long have ya just worn braids?” Epel chimed in.
“…forever? Since I was six, at least.”
Vil had been in the bathroom until that moment, washing his face. But now Yumeimi heard rapid footfalls, and suddenly he was in the doorway, gripping the wooden frame and staring in a mixture of horror and disbelief. “I beg your pardon?”
Yumeimi said nothing, just blinked in mild confusion. She had a feeling she’d just started something potentially terrible. She looked around the room, taking in the nervous looks on everyone’s faces. Even Grim looked mildly perturbed.
“…I’m sorry?”
Vil crossed the room to grip Yumeimi’s shoulders, leaning in so close she could smell his moisturizer. “Did you or did you not just say,” he said, slowly and evenly, “that you’ve worn the exact same hairstyle your entire life?”
“Yes…?”
Vil’s expression froze in the way it did when Kalim told them he splashed water on his face and nothing else. His fingers lightly dug into her shoulders. “We are rectifying this. Immediately.”
Well, he’d said ‘immediately,’ but unfortunately for Vil, that had to wait until the next morning, as Rook had convinced him it would be a shame for Yumeimi to have her hair done and then promptly go to sleep. Vil had agreed, but the look in his eyes made it clear he was not forgetting this in the morning.
And sure enough, he didn’t. As soon as Yumeimi woke up she found herself being dragged over to the mirror and sat down on a chair.
“Let’s see…” Vil muttered, running his hands over her hair. “Your hair is healthy, that’s good. Clean, well-conditioned, no split ends - something of a miracle given what you told me about your haircuts…”
“Sorry.”
“No apologizing. Now sit still, and don’t move your head unless I tell you to.”
Yumeimi almost nodded before she caught herself. Instead she kept her mouth and eyes shut as Vil started to work.
Technically there was no reason to close her eyes as well, of course, but the thought of watching her reflection made her nervous.
Vil worked quickly, hands careful and precise. He barely spoke, only humming thoughtfully once in a while before reaching for one of the pins he’d had the foresight to bring or telling her to hold her breath before spraying her hair.
It was over in only a few minutes, which in hindsight she ought to have expected—
“Oh, wow, she looks good!” Ace blurted from behind her. There was a thump. “Ow! I didn't mean it that way!”
"You look cute, Yumeimi," Deuce spoke up.
“Huh?” Yumeimi opened her eyes.
And blinked.
Her hair had been pinned into a chignon at the base of her skull, sensible and out of the way but still lovely. It looked simple enough to replicate, but the addition of the tiny white flower pins pushed it into elegant romanticism.
(…oh, wow, she really had been around the Pomefiore students too long.)
Vil stood back with his arms folded and a self-satisfied smile on his face. “I thought we’d start with something for everyday styling. Just because you’re only going to classes doesn’t mean you can’t make yourself up. What do you think?”
Yumeimi slowly turned her head one way, then the other. Not a strand was out of place. It was different, but…
She raised a hand to touch her hair, and smiled. “I like it. I look really pretty.”
As if her words broke a spell, everyone began chiming in in agreement.
---
Yumeimi's new hairstyle did actually get a good number of compliments. Yumeimi lost count of how many "thank you!"s she said, and she was pretty sure her face was permanently rose-colored from blushing.
It was hard to say who was prouder about it; Grim or Vil.
Somehow, eventually, word got out on exactly how she got the new look, who had done it.
And then It Started.
---
"Gotta say, shortstuff, kind of insulted you didn't come to me first," Cater joked, spraying leave-in conditioner onto her hair. "You know how popular aesthetic hairstyle pics are? I've got a ton of saved tutorials I could show you!"
"Sorry, it just sort of... happened?"
"No need to apologize. Let's see..."
Cater was a little less decisive than Vil had been. Vil had seemed to know exactly what he wanted to do with her hair the moment she sat down. Cater hummed as he twisted, untwisted, held up, lowered her hair several times. She kept her eyes closed so she wouldn't see, but she heard him muttering to himself "Maybe this?... No. ...no, not the right bone structure... Oh, wait, here we go."
After he made his decision, his movements were a lot more confident and final. And truthfully, it was over faster than Vil's had been. What was he going to--
"And we're done! Open."
Yumeimi opened her eyes, and at first she didn't think he'd done anything; her hair was still flowing down her shoulders and back. Then she noticed him holding a hand mirror behind her to show her the back of her head, and her breath caught.
Cater had taken a top layer of her hair to make a crown braid going towards the back of her head, and pinned them into place. He allowed the rest of her hair to fall freely, but had pinned a rose hairclip over the spot where the two braids met.
"Simple," he said cheerfully, "but pretty, and you can add more roses or even a few pearls to spruce it up for the next Unbirthday Party! What do you think?"
Yumeimi thought her smile was enough of an answer, but he was apparently looking for verbal confirmation. "I love it! Thank you so much!"
---
"…I'm afraid I don't know much in the way of styling one's hair."
"That's okay."
"I've brought you a wide ribbon that holds it back."
"A headband?"
"Yes, a headband. It is not much, but-"
"M-M-Malleus, it's beautiful! It's so bright and sparkly, it looks like stars!"
"…if it pleases you so much, I know where I might find the matching accessories."
---
Okay, now Leona wanting a go at her hair? That was not expected at all.
But she found herself in Savanaclaw one day, sweating slightly as he brushed out the last of her tangles. "Don't expect anything fancy," he muttered, voice low. He almost sounded like he was grumbling about it, but this visit was his idea. "We don't do that uptight shit here."
"I don't mind that."
Leona hummed under his breath, and set the brush aside. Yumeimi took that as her cue to close her eyes, and as Leona worked she heard Ruggie snickering behind him. "Nothing fancy, huh?"
"Shut it."
"You're literally starting with a crown braid."
"I'm getting a crown braid?"
"No. Ruggie, stop talking... ....done."
Yumeimi opened her eyes.
"Kishishishi, not a crown braid?"
"I said shut it."
Well... both of them were right, in a way. Yumeimi had a single, small braid that started at her hairline and stayed close to her scalp, but it was only leading into the rest of her hairstyle; a thick, chunky fishtail braid. "Oh!"
Leona hummed behind her, his arms folded over his chest. His expression didn't change much, but his eyes softened just slightly like they usually did before he interacted with her. "There, see? Simple."
"It looks complicated to me."
"That's because you don't know how to do it. Sit still, I'll undo it and show you - make sure you watch this time."
"I will!"
---
"Have you ever worn oil in your hair before?" Jamil asked behind her, rubbing his hands together.
"No…?"
"Well, you will today. We'll massage this into your scalp - like so - and it'll help the roots. Najma and I would always use—"
"Heyyy," Kalim piped up from further behind them. "Why didn't you come to me for hair advice, Yumeimi?"
Jamil paused mid-rub. He, Yumeimi, and Grim all Looked at Kalim, Yumeimi's eyes flicking up to his short hair.
"...ah, right, point taken."
"Anyway. As I was saying, we'd use either coconut or argan oil, I'm using coconut right now. You said you're getting a little bored of braids, so we'll keep this simple."
"That's what Leona said," Grim grumbled from the sidelines. "And I still gotta wait ten minutes for her to do her hair!"
Yumeimi's face darkened, but Jamil ignored Grim's words. "This one's simple, I promise you. Here, watch closely... All you do is take two sections of hair like so, and pin them back..."
The procedure was a bit similar to what Cater had done - somewhat. But her hair was being pulled back as it was, not being braided. So that was one less step, Yumeimi thought. The rest of it went surprisingly fast; Jamil secured her hair with a pin, grabbed a hairpin of white flowers - "Cyclamen," he explained - and after running his hands through the remaining her to add volume, the look was finished.
"And that's all it takes."
"Oh, this will go much faster! Thank you, Jamil."
"Now just so you know, the pin is one of Kalim's sister's, so you'll have to--"
"Aw, she can keep it!" Kalim laughed, waving his hand dismissively. "Badriya's got so many hair accessories, she won't miss one."
"A-Are you sure, Kalim?"
"She didn't notice this one missing for like, a year and a half."
Despite his assurances, Yumeimi returned the pin to Jamil the next morning.
---
"Please, please don't do anything weird..." Yumeimi mumbled in front of the mirror.
The hands in her hair stilled for a fraction of a second. "Wooow, you got that little faith in me, Shrimpy? I'm insulted."
"I'm sorry, it's just--"
"I've seen the movies!" Grim yelled from where Jade had a deceptively strong hold on him. "Someone offers to give the lead a makeover, and then they make her look bad on purpose, they humiliate her!"
"Wow. WOW. You really think I'm gonna do that to Shrimpy."
"It's not that! I don't think you will!" Yumeimi spoke up quickly before a possible fight could start. "It's just... your taste is kind of... eclectic? A little?"
Floyd hummed for a second, then his reflection shrugged. "This's a popular look back home, we see the girls wearing it for parties and special events all the time."
Grim seemed to shudder at the 'popular look' comment. Yumeimi didn't pry - she knew it was probably something from when everyone was entering their dreams. She still didn't know everything that had happened, and some things people refused to tell her.
"I'm a little surprised you know how to do this..." she said instead as Floyd finally got to work.
"Sometimes Ma would ask us to help with her hair."
"Us and Dad are the only people she ever trusts to even touch her hair."
"Yeah, so we know some things." There was a pause. "Also she keeps sayin' it'll make our partners happy in the future? So it's probably cool to know."
Yumeimi said nothing, but lifted her brows at the way Floyd made two ponytails at the sides of her head. Alright, she'd see where he was going with this...
…
"Ta-daaa~ Jellyfish hairstyle!"
Yumeimi blinked, slowly turning her head one way, then the other. She could see where it got its name - the rest of her hair trailed in tendrils beneath the ponytails, just like-- yeah. "Oh, wow, it's cute!"
"Tolja!"
"Hm, wait, we have some things to add." Jade strode forward and opened a drawer in the vanity. Yumeimi blinked again at the accessories inside. Why did they have these? When did they obtain them...? They seemed pretty eager to seat her here, in this particular room, and... Come to think of it, what had Floyd been about to say, back when she was sick and he was asking if she wanted to move in?
"Here we are," Jade said, and Yumeimi realized he'd been working the entire time she was sitting in her own befuddlement. She looked back up at her reflection, noting in mild amazement that her 'jellyfish' now sported tiny pearlescent bubbles throughout them, shimmering in the light.
"You may keep these, but the rest will stay here for now."
"'For now?'"
Jade hummed, and said nothing.
"Hey, you know what'll really be fun?" Floyd grinned in a way that Yumeimi... still didn't completely like, but was much less afraid of now. "If we go show Azul!"
Yumeimi wasn't going to argue with that idea!
---
"Sorry I'm late!" Yumeimi cried, rushing into the Board Game Club, her hair gathered into a messy ponytail over one shoulder. "I had to shower after the mess Grim caused today, and then my hair wasn't cooperating with me so I had too— Uhm. Idia, what's wrong?"
Idia sat rigid, eyes locked on her. He looked somewhere between terrified and enraged, and she had no idea why. Being late wasn't that big a deal to him, was it? Riddle, sure, but—
"Undo that."
"Wh-What?"
Azul sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
Idia ignored him and jumped out of his seat, crossing the room to grip Yumeimi by the shoulders. "Undo that right now! That's the Dying Anime Mom look!"
"Th-the what?"
"Grim can't be a shonen protagonist, he's an adorable mascot. You need shoujo protag hair, not THIS!"
"Idia, you're scaring me!"
Yumeimi spent the rest of the day with a high side pony, held in place with a star-adorned scrunchie. Which apparently was "real Protag-chan hair."
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do you ever find something that is so funny and you want to share it with everyone but it also requires 18 layers of context spanning things like. 90s anime. aviation history. europop. canada. in order to even remotely understand why it is so funny
in the late 90s there was an anime called initial d which was all about street racing and drifting. naturally every single drift was played for great drama and excitement.
in 1999, an italian named giancarlo pasquini released a europop song under the alias dave rogers called Deja Vu. this song was picked up as the theme song for the above anime. it in turn became a meme, a shorthand for drifting and Cool Moves as a concept.
in 1983, air canada flight 143, a full sized 767, ran out of fuel halfway to edmonton, alberta. this is not something you want to have happen to a huge airplane. the flight chose to try and make an emergency landing at a nearby decomissioned airforce base (as they were falling fast and could not make it to a proper airport), where they ran into a second problem: they were falling out of the sky at 500 feet per mile, but reached gimli (the base in question) while still too high to safely land. normally a plane would just do a big loop-de-loop to lose altitude, but they had maybe three minutes of airtime left before they hit the ground: not enough time to make any kind of circle. the pilot, therefore, decided to execute a side slip to lose speed and altitude. this is Not a move you want to do with a massive 767, because airplanes are not built for that and if you screw it up that plane is hitting the ground at a high speed at a weird angle and breaking into a million pieces. nevertheless, the captain tried it... and succeeded. the plane landed perfectly, and there were no major injuries! (a couple of people did get minor injuries when evacuating the plane after.) he did it so well, in fact, that the plane was refueled, flown out of gimli a couple days later, and continued to fly for another 20 years with the nickname "Gimli Glider."
what is a side-slip, you ask?
it's drifting.
the guy goddamn drifted his 767.
in 2008, the tv show Mayday: Air Disaster featured the gimli glider with full reenactments as an episode on season five of their show.
and so, in conclusion, the thing i have been giggling to myself about all weekend:
this is somehow starting to make the rounds so because i am a pedant i am going to take this time to talk a little more in depth about air canada 143, the GIMLI GLIDER
so you may be wondering: how the hell does a 737 (capacity of roughly 100-120 people) run out of fuel midair? the METRIC SYSTEM, that's how!
up until the early eighties, airplanes would have three people in the cockpit: the pilot, first officer, and flight engineer. generally speaking, the pilot's job is to fly the airplane; the first officer's job is to provide support, monitor instruments, and assist (the pilot and FO will swap roles periodically), and the flight engineer's job was to watch over all the fuel gauges, electrical systems, hydraulics, etc., to make sure they were all working properly, as well as taking charge of things like "setting engine power."
however, in the early 1980s -- when this story takes place -- the flight engineer role began to be made obsolete as computers and more advanced systems became capable of doing most of that work. the boeing 737 of this story was one such plane: actually, air canada 143 was quite a new airplane at the time of the accident, and had no flight engineer.
also in the early 1980s? canada was making the switch from the imperial system to metric.
neither of these things is bad in and of themselves. but put together? one of the flight engineer's jobs was to monitor fuel; it hadn't yet been made clear whose job it was now. canada, at the time, was doing refuelling in a convoluted "the fuel is weighed in pounds but put into the plane as liters" system that required Math and Conversion.
let's talk about AIRPLANE FUEL. unlike a car, you don't take your airplane to the station and fill 'er up: fuel has weight, and airplanes care a LOT about weight. way more than you'd imagine. it's the pilot's job to therefore calculate a) how much fuel they need to get from A to B b) how much extra/emergency fuel they need for safety and c) if and when they need to refuel and by how much. is there bad weather in the area? where's the nearest backup airport? if i need Ten Fuels to get to alberta and there's storms in alberta, i need another Two Fuels to circle around and kill time before landing safely, plus another Five Fuels to get to calgary in case alberta is impossible. my airplane is fully loaded, which means it's heavier than usual, so needs another One Fuel for takeoff power. so altogether i need Eighteen Fuels. except i'm in canada in the 1980s so now i need to figure out what that is in liters, and this used to be the flight engineer's job, and idk man. maybe it's 5 liters? that sounds right?
...you see the issue. it isn't that anyone was slacking off, but no one was quite sure what the conversion was, and so instead of giving the soon-to-be Gimli Glider 18 Fuels, they took off in that fucker with nowhere near enough fuel. to make things worse, the plane had a broken fuel gauge, which was a whole other thing and series of comical misunderstandings, but basically it meant that not only was there No Fuel, but the fuel gauges looked something like this:
the very-soon-to-be crashed airplane's day started off normally. they did a little hour long flight from one city to another with no issues. because they knew the fuel gauges were being silly, while on the ground they did a "stick test", which i'm imagining involved a tree branch, basically checking that yep, there was fuel in the tanks, we're good! (in actuality, what it was doing was measuring the weight of the fuel. except, again, they had their maths all backwards, so due to this convoluted conversion process they went "our fuel weighs 5 kilograms, which equals 20 pounds, which equals 18 fuels, which equals 900 liters." just. silly math. i don't want to make these guys out to be idiots: they would obviously have never flown the plane if they had realized their mistake. but the other problem was of course that the process was already convoluted and required multiple conversions; imagine how much worse it would be if, like these pilots, it was a new system you weren't used to!)
so they boarded their passengers and set off from montreal with the intention of flying to edmonton. and that's when things all went terribly wrong.
pictured: the intended and my interpretation of the actual flight.
all this set up leads to the actual flight, which is almost boring in summary: while high up in the sky, the plane suddenly ran out of fuel. this is bad. we do not want this to happen. the pilots had no idea what was happening at first, but i mean: it was pretty obvious. there's no fuel. no engines. no power. you're 30,000 feet in the air in a 64 ton machine and gravity is going hey girllll heyyyy.
but the thing is, airplanes are really cool. like, this is what got me so interested in these plane crashes and accidents: airplanes are awesome. because first of all: just because you weigh as much as a building and are thousands and thousands of meters in the air? doesn't mean the airplane just falls. hell no! without power, an airplane will still stay in the air, losing altitude, sure, but gliding fairly safely and manageably. this doesn't mean you're safe, but: when air canada 143 lost all power, it still had time and options. it also had... the RAT.
the Ram Air Turbine, or the RAT, is an amazing fucking guy. if an airplane loses power? a hatch pops open, and a little propeller drops down automatically. he's wind powered, and he will provide just enough backup power to keep the most critical systems online, even without fuel or engines or god. we LOVE the rat. and the rat leapt into action here, providing the pilots with enough basic systems to keep going.
this doesn't mean that air canada is out of the woods. landing without power is not easy! the trick to landing an airplane is doing it at a nice shallow angle and low speed, which involves things like "doing nice steady turns to line up with a runway" (no time, we're falling steadily), "using engines to get our speed right" (what engines), "getting to the correct altitude and speed to touch down gently" (we have NO POWER we can't go "oopsie too low" and pull up and adjust). if a plane loses too much speed, it WILL fall out of the sky (a stall) because the aerodynamics stop working. if it's going too fast, you're not landing, you're diving cockpit first into the ground. without power, you can turn, but turns will reduce speed. you can't level off or go back up. you are Going In A Downward Direction. the trick is figuring out how fast and how far and aiming at a runway.
this is also where ATC comes in! we love air traffic controllers!! air canada called a mayday, and ATC leapt into action. their job becomes to Get Them What They Need. air canada wants to go anywhere in canada? atc will move everyone out of the way and get them any runway in the northern hemisphere. when this happened, air canada 143 was near winnipeg, which was their initial goal: this IS going to be a crash landing, and the nearer they can be to emergency services, the better. however, the first officer was doing Good Math, calculating their rate of decent vs distance flown, and soon realized that even though they could literally see winnipeg from the windows, they just weren't going to make it. they were falling too fast.
enter: GIMLI. the first officer had actually trained there during his air force days; it's a former base with two runways. it wasn't ideal, because ATC had no information on it and it lacked instruments and equipment (normally, for example, airports will have locator beams and so on to help an aircraft lock on to the runway at the Correct Safe Angle), but... better than a field or lake. one of the dangers of this type of no engine landing is actually being non-committal: waiting too long to make a decision, trying to maximize time in the air rather than land. this makes sense! it's probably pretty human instinct! prolong that crash as long as possible! but it's much, much better to simply Commit and Prepare and Go For It. and that's exactly what air canada now did.
they told ATC they're going to gimli and made the turn. the cabin crew was meanwhile preparing the passengers for a crash landing.
the crazy thing about plane crashes is, actually, that they are very survivable. don't get me wrong: they're bad. people die. but the number of worst case scenarios where dozens of people still, somehow, survive? shockingly high. of course, you don't want ANYONE to die. i would be terrified if it was me. but cabin crew had to know it would probably be... well, not okay. but that if they got everyone prepared and braced, people were going to make it out. people were going to survive this. possibly most of them. possibly all of them.
as the plane approached gimli, problem #87 came up: they were still too fucking fast. they're gliding down! they can't stop! normally, a plane would simply slow down with flaps, or maybe do a couple of big circles before reorienting themselves towards the runway to lose some speed and altitude, but they don't have time -- or altitude. and that's where the theme song KICKS IN
here are reasons you DO NOT DRIFT airplanes, by the way. it can fuck up your engines: engines work in part by taking IN air, so flying at a Drifting Angle means that's all wrong. the aerodynamics are wrong. you're losing speed VERY fast. you can get OUT of the drift, but now your engines are fucked. on the other hand, this plane effectively HAS no engines, but... there's a reason people don't drift planes, okay.
another plot twist: gimli air force base was no more. the runways were still there... but it had been turned into a drag strip, ironically enough. and it was family day! picture this. you're a nice canadian racing fan in 1983, at the strip with your family, cooking hotdogs and poutine on a grill. and a fucking 737 APPEARS OUT OF NOWHERE in front of you. because that is exactly what happened. there were KIDS. on BIKES. with a PLANE HEADING RIGHT TOWARDS THEM. in the mayday episode, the kids tried to outrace the plane in a panic: in the pilot's telling, the kids simply froze in fear.
by the time the pilots realized the runway was occupied, it was way too late to turn back. they landed. in a twist of bad luck that turned into good: without power, they had to manually release their landing gear.... and the nose gear didn't lock. this turned out to be a weirdly good thing: without nose gear, the plane's nose hit the runway and acted as one hell of a brake in ITSELF, grinding on the asphalt as the plane barreled down at high speed. the pilot also intentionally steered the plane into the rail in the middle of the runway, trying to slow the plane even more. and... it worked! the plane came to a stop. everyone was fine. even the kids on bikes.
all this friction caused a small fire in the nose, and so the pilots called for an immediate evacuation to be safe. this caused a bit of an issue: because the nose was on the ground, the butt of the plane was higher than usual, and the back slides were basically just vertical drops. a couple people got mildly hurt using them, as you'd expect.
meanwhile, the drag strip folks were rushing over with fire extinguishers and the like, and the small fire was easily contained (note: do not fuck with burning airplanes. this one had no fuel so COULD be contained). by the time ATC got emergency services to gimli, everyone was safe, ankles were being iced, and presumably everyone was eating hot dogs.
the airplane itself had some minor damage (from when the nose acted as a brake), but was largely intact: it was patched up, refuelled, and took off from gimli a while later, where it flew for another 20 years before retiring of old age.
and that is the story of the Gimli Glider: that time a pilot drifted his plane so hard that he saved the lives of everyone on his plane.
I had read the story of the Gimli Glider before, and I had seen the video with "Deja Vu" playing, but I never understood where the song came from or why it was supposed to be funny before.
This is "The Most Tumblr Punchline" in action, only I didn't realize there was something to look up.
ArtFight speedpaint compilation, Batch 1! I unfortunately forgot to record most of the attacks I've done this year, but I'm gonna try to record things here on out!