"Dude, I hade no idea you were gonna step through the door before Harper." Parisindy squeaked. If looks could kill, Paris would have melted into a sub-atomic puddle right there.

Tyr growled at her, replying "Next time make sure it is Harper that walks into one of your 'tricks'"

At that moment Harper came through the door looking mad, "Parisindy, you better not have hurt my..." His sentence died in his throat when he saw Tyr. "Oh. My. Gosh. Tyr... you, you got pied!" Haper tried to stiffle a grin, but that didn't quite work.

Suddenly over the intership comn, "What the heck are you down in the machine shop?" Dylan's voice said in a slightly amused tone. "Someone hooked up the viewscreen to show what was happening there, I must say it was amusing." If you listened carefully you could hear Beka laughing in the backround. "Do you have any idea how long it will take to get Beka to stop laughing? Make sure you clean up that mess, Hunt out."

Harper took a step forward to grab his nanowelder and set off the second trap. His foot pulled a near invisible string that was attached to a few pulleys which eventually led to a bucket of special permanent paint. Paris watched as the bucket emptyed its content on a unsupecting engineer. The permanent paint had very unique properties. Depending upon the chemical make-up of the substance that is landed on, would determine to color of the paint. Fortunatley it doesn't show up on metal. The chemicals of Harper's shirt turned the white paint a lite pink color, the chemicals of Harper's skin changed the paint to a very bright, neon green, and the chemicals of Harper's hair turned the paint a bright red, bordering on neon. This time it was Tyr that was laughing, and pretty soon Dylan's voice came over the comn.

"Harper, you're out of uniform, and pink really isn't your color." Dylan laughed, "Beka is laughing so hard she can't breath, though I can't blame her."

Harper glared up at the ceiling, "Oh ya, thank's for your support. This stuff better wash out..." Harper stopped at the look he got from Paris. "It will washout... won't it?" Paris shifted slightly under his stare.

"In three months or so, maybe four, and Tyr, um, there is some of that paint in the pie." Paris cleared her throat, "I better be off to my quarters now, good-bye." With that she bolted out of the room.

"Look at me! I'm a freakin' leprechaun!" Harper looked over at Tyr, who was wiping the pie off his hair and face. "At least I don't have that hair color Tyr, here," Harper gave Tyr a mirror.

"What has she done to my HAIR!" Tyr pratically screamed. Tyr's hair had turned from its normal dark brown to a bright electric blue. The part of his skin that had paint on it had turned lovely purple.

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TBC ... Mwhahahaha