Task 30: Create a beauty/make up/getting ready for the day routine for your character. Must include at least 7 steps
Ian's morning routine begins, technically, around eight AM when his alarm clock shrieks, and is promptly knocked off the shelf next to his bed to silence it. Several hours before his first class at noon, plenty of time to accomplish the morning. If he would get up, which he does not. Then, roughly an hour later it's time for alarm clock number two; strategically placed on the far side of the shelves so it's a necessary evil to nearly crawl over them in order to silence the screaming beast. Still refusal of the morning, Ian burrows and clings to sleep until his third, and final, alarm sounds. That one is set on the far side of the room, forcing him to abandon the bed and face the day as near to noon as he can hold out to.
Onto clothes, which of course takes a huge amount of time and effort. An entire wardrobe of t-shirts that are variations on half a dozen science puns and the like; it's a very complex decision. So is the rest, given that Ian owns jeans. And basically nothing else. From blue to black and of course the difficult task of debating if he wants the ones with ripped knees rather than plain. Of course he does. Clothes takes a full scale ten minutes and fall under the scrutiny of; is it clean and does it fit. Not always in that order. - he has on occasion picked up one of Miguel's shirts instead given how clothing migrates around in dorm rooms - And the scale is more flexible given his state of awake.
Then shower, because that's a thing, and Ian living in a dorm means Ian does most of his dressing and undressing in said shower. Most mornings he makes it there by default of needing to put clothes on for the day and the hot water - he loathes even the thought of anything less than a hot shower - finally wakes him up. Mostly. Sometimes he dozes a bit until the water runs cold, even more of a motivator in getting finished and dressed. He hasn't fully fallen asleep in the shower yet, but sooner or later it'll happen. Brushing his teeth is another part of the shower routine, as in brushing them in the shower. No logic, just one of those random habits.
Ian's hair exists to bring him misery, the only reason he tolerates the unruly mess being that he considers it to be the one cute thing about himself. Whatever bizarre genetic mix in there that made it both prone to curls and fluff? It's nothing short of laughing in the face of style, and basically any hair product known to man because none of them tame it. He's fallen into acceptance; he scrubs it dry and glares it down in the mirror, makes a pointless attempt to smooth some of the curl out with his fingers and admits defeat. The whole...tussled disaster is a good thing, right? That's what he's going with anyway, yeah. Usually that same scrutiny convinces him to shave most days while he's there, not a fan of arguing with his spastic ability at facial hair; he's saving himself some grief with that one by staying ahead of it.
And we come to the part of the morning that involves Ian wandering the room, coffee stashed from the night before - drank cold yes since it has been sitting on his shelf - in hand while he checks everything. His bag, his phone, his notes to himself, and takes a few minutes to himself to gather his focus and find a corner to sit and write while he finishes his early morning - by Ian standards - caffeine. It's a matter of re-centering, calming and bracing for the day ahead. Once everything is in order, notebook tucked into his bag, phone messages sent and schedule searched, notes set aside, he's mentally as prepared as he can be.
Cue the panic portion of the morning. It happens nine times out of ten, often enough to be considered the routine. As Ian realizes he's late, for either class or elsewhere depending on his plans. So there's the scrambling for his sneakers, the writing a few quick new notes to add to the ones already occupying most of the wall space behind his bed, and the jolting effort of balancing phone, bag and self one foot at a time to pull on said sneakers - he's in too much of a rush to sit down and do it properly, okay? - as he scrolls back through the mental lists and gives himself a last look over and smoothes out the rough edges in hair, clothes and the full sum of himself until everything is neat and nice.
Then promptly finishes his getting ready routine by grabbing whatever hoodie he's happened to leave within reach, pulling it on and ruining the entire earlier effort - seriously what is his hair even doing? - and darting out the door to catch up to his already late start on morning...er...day.
