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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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[sailorlaughter.livejournal.com]

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!"

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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.

[sailorlaughter.livejournal.com]

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.

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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.

[sailorlaughter.livejournal.com]

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.

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"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.