"There we go Rommie, good as new!" Harper finished the last adjustment on the controls for slipstream. "It's better than new now." Harper excitement faded, he was actually going to miss Parisindy. She was very smart, and devious. Truth be told, it was the funniest two days since he came aboard Andromeda. After what happened in Ops, she came back to the machine shop and apologized both Harper AND Tyr. She said she would try and a find paint remover that would clean up him and Tyr. Paris still wouldn't give Tyr the glue solvent. When he threatened to find it himself, even if he had to tear the ship apart, she just laughed and told him that she had more traps set up. Paris said she would give it to Tyr when she left, as long as he didn't bother her. That made him leave the room quickly. We started talking about various things, played a few rounds of poker. Drank some Sparky and her 'offbrand' Sparky, it really wasn't bad, almost excatly like Sparky-Cola. She learned how to play Yesh-e-dono, and showed me how to play a game called Gin-rummy, or Rummy. All-in-all, it was pretty fun. But she had to go back to her own universe and time. "Well, tell Dylan I got it fixed. I'll tell Paris," Harper trudged out of the Engine room and headed towards Paris's quarters. Half-way there Harper nearly ran into her, and barely dogded a metal bucket full of foul smelling black goo. "Ewww, whats in that?"

"This stuff should remove the dye on your skin," Paris indicated the bucket-o-goo. "Of course it might remove your skin... so I'll need to test it out on something that isn't metal, but not organic."

"My top, I can't wear it if its pink anyway." Harper lead the way to his room.

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"Hold still!" "Stop fidgiting!"

"I can't help it, this junk stink horrible, and it stings. Ow! Why couldn't Tyr go first?" Harper whined.

"Because he needs to keep the solvent on for thirty minutes in order for the feathers to come off, then I can apply the paint remover." Paris grabbed a large fistfull of black gooey-tar-like substance from the bucket with a gloved hand and plopped it in his hair. Quickly, she rubbed it in. "I hope this doesn't make you go bald... mehehehe."

Harper winced, "It better not.. or I'll never hear the end of it. Are you just about done?"

"Okay dude, just let that set for about one hour, then come back. Just be glad that paint didn't soak through your top."

"Yea, well, Tyr should be done plucking his feathers, so I'll send him in to get a goo bath." Harper slid off the chair he was on top of and left the room. Moments later Tyr appered, completely feather free, but still had electric blue hair.

"Tyr, I'm gonna have to undo your braid thingys so I can get all the dye out."

"I know, I also know you know what will happen if you do. Just get it over with, this has been humiliating enough." Tyr said in a rather gruff voice.

Parisindy worked quickly on undoing the braids. Pretty soon his hair was undone and wavy. Paris grabbed some goop and plopped it on Tyr's hair. After working it in every strand of his hair, she put some gunk on the spots of purple on his skin."Come back in a hour so I can wash your hair out, I have to use this stuff," Paris hend up a small container. Tyr just grunted and left the room. Some five minutes later Harper came in, totally pitch black.

"Can you hurry and wash this crap out of my hair, I'm itchy," whined Harper.

Paris stuck her tongue out, "Lean over the sink and stop complaining." Paris picked one of the containers that she had and poured it on Harpers hair. Pushing Harper forward, she turned on the water and got all the black tar stuff out. She gave Harper a towel to dry his hair with, "Go to your quarters and wash the stuff off the rest of your body. I'll call for Tyr myself."

"Hey, are you sure it'll happen?" Harper asked curious.

Paris, knowing what he was refering to nodded. "If you want I'll have Rommie take a picture and show it to you in your room."

"Awesome, thanks," After flashing her a dimple showing smile he left. He gave a smug smile when he heard Parisindy talk to Andromeda.

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"Tyr, I have to dry AND comb out your hair so I'll know if I got all the dye out." Paris said innocently.

"I can do that in my quarters," Tyr had almost left the room before Paris said something that made shivers go down his spine.

"I have more dye," Paris said with a devilish smile.

"You wouldn't dare," Tyr said turning to face her.

"You know I would."

"Fine." Tyr sat back down on the chair.

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Paris smiled smugly, "There we go Tyr, I finished, no trace of dye. Here, take a look." Paris handed Tyr a mirror.

"You.. will.. pay.." Tyr glared at Paris before stomping out of Shop-13

"Did you get that Andromeda?" Paris asked the air around her. Rommie suddenly flashed in front of her.

"Yes, I believe I got his good side to," Rommie turned a nearby screen on. A image was called up of Tyr. Shock etched on his face, hair in a huge fluffy fro with small pink bows littering the top. The bows spelled out 'Tyr' on the top of his head.

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