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Characters: Raz; Open.
Content: Kersplat.
Location: Various parts of Deck 2 and 3.
Time of day: Afternoon.
Warnings: Flashbacks to the great Shaving Cream War of '64.

The halls were quiet. TOO quiet.

Those who wandered about today would get the feeling that they're being... watched. Carefully, intensely. Like a hunter stalks his prey. You might look around, trying to find the source. Or maybe you continue on your way, nervously trying to ignore that uncomfortable feeling. But it never leaves.

And then, when you least expect it -- when you stop once more to try to get your bearings, or to open the door, he strikes! From the ceiling, a strange, big-headed creature leaps down, and too late you realize the lack of caution you exercised!

And the last thing any victim smells... is strawberries.

...of course, then the next thing you hear is Raz laughing his ass off as you wipe the shaving cream off your face, but we can do something about THAT, can't we?

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This was the first time in about ten years Liz had gotten shaving cream in the face. Needless to say it caught her completely off guard, sending her to the floor from the impact.

She sat up to the sound of laughter, irritably wiping the foamy substance from her eyes - oh God it got in her mouth too! Strawberry scent does not a strawberry flavor make, yuck.

"Pfft! Oh you little--" and the handful of shaving cream was thus flung right back at her attacker.

Whoop! Right smack back in the face. Boy, it's a good thing his goggles were down. "Hahaha! Oh man, it is ON now." Turns out he filled a kiddy bucket with the stuff. Speaking of, HEADS.

Yes. Yes it was, indeed, on. She ducked out of the way of the coming projectile and started to charge after Raz. Unfortunately there was still a lot of shaving cream on the floor so her run turned into a quick brace against the wall as she slipped.

Wheee! He is a spry little monkey, it turns out, even without psychic powers! Watch him ruuuuun awaaaaaaay.

"You get back here!" she snarled ineffectually at him, grabbing another glob from the floor and throwing it. She was caught at quite a disadvantage here.

"Gotta catch meeeee!" Splat goes shaving cream on the wall as he turns a corner. How does he move that darned fast anyway?

And this was why Liz hated kids. She was normally a pretty fast runner too, but the floor was getting slippery already and it didn't help her any at all.

And he's gone! Better luck next time. We suggest a super soaker.

A super soaker might not be such a bad idea.

But first things first...finding out who the hell was responsible for this shaving cream debacle in the first place and giving them what for.

As if Falco wasn't already on edge enough around here, there was that nagging feeling that something wasn't quite right gnawing at the back of his mind. He tried to ignore it. After all, nobody around here was looking to blast him to bits, unless one of these psychos had managed to get their hands on some high explosives or something. And even if they had, they weren't exactly rocket scientists, so it was unlikely they'd even be able to figure out how something like that worked without some kind of little color coded manual with elaborate pictures.

Either way, that feeling wasn't going away, and Falco was finding it harder and harder to ignore. Snarling like a rabid badger, he spun around to give whoever was stalking him a verbal smack down, but was instead greeted by a face full of shaving cream.

And about two seconds later, the screaming started.

"YOU BETTER RUN, ASSHOLE, CUZ I'M GONNA BREAK EVERY BONE IN YOUR BODY!!"

The sound of giggling fades down the hallway. The Phantom Splot strikes again!

Damn, if only Falco hadn't been busy trying to get shaving cream out of his eyes, he would have seen which way the little bastard had gone. Time for some aimless wandering!

Edited 2011-09-26 23:02 (UTC)

Pinkie was completely oblivious to any nagging feelings of discomfort as she bounced merrily down the corridor, humming a little song to herself. The shaving cream caught her in the face mid-bounce, and she shrieked and scrambled to regain her footing.

Once she'd recovered her balance, she wiped her eyes, inhaling deeply the scent of the foam on her face. "Mmmmmm, strawberries!" Without any more warning, she flung some of the shaving cream at Raz. "TAG! YOU'RE IT!" she yelled before galloping away down the hall, slipping a little in the shaving cream and giggling madly as she went.

Ooh, point blank! "Hey!" He bounds after her, barely keeping his footing on the slippery floor and lobbing shaving cream from his little kiddie pail. "SoL Uber Alles!" he shouts as he runs.

Pinkie laughed and ducked her head as globs of shaving cream came raining down on her. With all the flying foam, the floor was getting even more slippery, and she was beginning to have trouble keeping her hooves beneath her. But that was okay!

Slipping into ice-skating mode, she pirouetted and slid back the way she'd come, shaking out the remaining shaving cream caught in her mane at Raz as she passed. "Wheeeeeeee!"

Raz happens to hit a slippery spot himself, skidding past just as Pinkie shakes her mane. He gets a pretty full dose of second-hand shaving cream as a result. "Ack! Ptth! Man, right in the mouth!" he yelps.

Pinkie just laughed more at Raz's misfortune, turning and coming back to skate circles around him. "This is so much fun! The soap thingies should totally make this all the time!" she chirped merrily. She was out of shaving cream to throw, and she didn't think it was fair to kick any at Raz while he was still getting it out of his mouth, so instead she dropped her face down into the circle of foam she'd accumulated around her, then sat and began carefully sculpting herself a poofy white beard.

Ptui! There, it's out. But then he sees what Pinkie's doing, and yuks it up a bit before trying to make a ridiculous old man hairdo out of the stuff himself. "I know! Though having some regular soap would be nice too," he says as he forms a cowlick on his goggles.

Pinkie shrugged, grabbing a glop of foam to shape her own hairdo, though considering her own voluptuous mane it mostly just ended up being a poofy pink-and-white mess. "At least it smells nice! They should make the soap smell like strawberries when it comes back. Or chocolate. Or maybe chocolate-covered strawberries!"

Then, forgetting her musings on the subject, she pointed and giggled at Raz. "I think you need a little more hair!" she said, lightly flinging another blob of cream at his head.

"Yeah. I wonder what kinda guy would really use strawberry scented shaving cream, though? You'd think that'd be kinda unmanly." He gets creamed as he muses, literally. "Hah! I think YOU need more of a moustache!" he replies, cheerfully lobbing a glob back.

Well, Kuzco was certainly not expecting that to happen.

The emperor stood still in the hallway, letting the shaving cream slowly drip off his face. After several seconds of that, he reached up with his big sleeve and wiped the mess away, revealing his very unamused face.

"That... was not cool."

Turning around, he raised his fist in a show of assertion, though he really didn't intend to hit anyone.

"Alright, who's the wise guy?"

"Me. Wanna make something of it?" taunts Raz. Come oooon. Give into the immaturityyyyy.

Oh, Kuzco is going to give into that immaturity like it has never been given into before!

"Okay, pipsqueak. What's the big idea, man!? You can't just go around throwing off people's grooves like that."

And then he is going to try and squish shaving cream back in Raz's face.

"Only I can do that."

"Hey!" Phineas wiped as much of the shaving creme off as he could, staring at it in interest once he could see.

"Oh, it's this stuff." He looked in the direction he was pretty certain it came from and finally spotted Raz. "Cool, you figured out something we can do with all of this! It might have helped to say something about it first, though."

Yup. Very little can break this kid's positive attitude...

Uh.

"Aren't you... gonna try to throw it back at me, or declare your desire to break every bone in my body or something?" he asks, scratching his head. This cheerfully scientific interest is... a bit baffling.

"Sure!" Apparently he's not referring to breaking every bone in Raz's body, since he immediately tosses a handful in his direction.

This is definitely the preferred reaction, yes. If you're going to be stuck with a ridiculous amount of shaving cream at an age you can't actually use it at, you might as well find alternative uses. Like shaving cream fights.

Raz gets paffed; grinning, he takes another handful from his little pail and lobs it back. One, two, three, four, he declares a foam war!

At least for Sam, it was not the first time he had gotten shaving cream -or any sort of cream- in the face, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. In fact, it wasn't that long ago that Sam had gotten some cream in the face.

But that didn't mean that Sam was expecting it here, or that he was any less annoyed when he suddenly found his face full of strawberry-scented shaving cream. He slowly and deliberately wiped it off of his face.

"Who did that?!"

Raz grins.

Then lobs another blob at chest level before booking it.

Sam just finished wiping cream off his face before he got even more in the chest. He looked up just in time to see a strange kid with goggles grinning at him. So this was the culprit!

"You come back here this instant, you young ruffian!" he called out, and went to chase after him.

Of course, considering Sam's short little legs, he couldn't much keep up with Raz. That didn't stop his attempts at trying, though.

Eeee hee hee hee hee! Man, the ones who get all worked up are the funniest ones, he has to admit.

He darts away, jumping over a few slippery spots and moving with all the agility of, well, an acrobat.

"Come back!" he called out, as if this would dissuade the "ruffian" from running any more.

Sam, unfortunately, was pretty much the opposite of an acrobat, and he missed the slippery spots that Raz leaped over. He hit a slippery spot, went sailing forward with his blue wings flailing everywhere, only to land square on his beak. He got back up slowly, his beak a bit crinkled from the fall, looking just as annoyed as always.

Galadriel was not usually one to be caught off gaurd, especially by a child. Her sharp hearing should have alerted her to Raz's presence. Even she wasn't certain why she didn't notice the boy earlier. Whatever the reason, she ended up with some nasty-tasting yet sweet-smelling shaving cream on her face.

Fortunately for Raz, Galadriel has more experience with kids than others on the SOL. So instead of a stern chastisement, she gives Raz a mock-serious face before throwing a handful of shaving cream right back with a laugh.

Who says Elves have to be serious one hundred percent of the time?

Direct hit! Raz grins, before taking another pat of it and just tossing it straight up. "Man, this stuff's crazy fun! I wonder why all the soap dispensers started putting this stuff out though?" he asks.

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