Wing Song's apartment (And Roommate Breezie)

[WingSong]

"Umm..." Breezie hopped up and over to the closet, where Wing Song had already put her belongings(this getting deadly germs all over everything ). She rooted through everything until she found a case of neatly-arranged hair supplies. "Aha! She has, like, twice as much hair as a pony should, so I knew she'd have a bunch of this stuff!"

Ignoring the fact(or not caring) that everything was well-organized, Breezie flipped the case over onto the bed, then dug some scissors out of the desk and set those on the pile as well. Then she resumed her position on the chair, saying, "Rightio then - surprise me."

[NovaLuna]

Nova picked up the basket, finding a pair of sissors, hairspray, hairbands, and all sorts of things useful for styling, or, in Nova's case, butchering, hair. Nova picked up the sissors and cut off a small chunk of Breezie's hair. She set it neatly on the floor and gingerly cut more, only snipping off small strands at a time.

[WingSong]

Breezie hummed and shot hair scrunchies across the room as she waited for the end result of Nova's styling attempts.

[NovaLuna]

Nova put down the sissors, spying some hair gel sitting in the bottom of the pile. ((Bwaha...)) She unscrewed the cap and turned the bottle upside down, spilling it's contents all over Breezie's head. She mixed it into her hair, poking, pushing, pulling and stretching her hair until it was curly, straight, matted, wet, spiky, and a variety of other styles piled on top of each other. An overall mess, that would never come out. She took a hair dryer from the pile, plugging it in and drying on the highest level of heat untill Breezie's hair was as hard as stone.

She tied ribbons of all colors on Breezie's hardened hair, then finished by spraying the whole thing with a thick layer of hair spray so it would stay that way for a good long time.

((You like?))

[WingSong]

((Muy fantastico! ))

Breezie picked up a mirror and frowned slightly. After plucking the ribbons out she looked again, then smiled and said, "Whoa - you must be a professional!"

"...Which is why I don't go to salons..." She went to the sink and stuck her head in, feeling the gel and such run out. Now her hair was all creased and clumped in random spots, but she hardly cared. In fact, glancing in the bathroom mirror, she muttered, "Sweet..." Turning to Nova, she said, "Hey - how about we go tell your boss what a great job you did?"

((There we go - lasting damage, but Breezie doesn't look to...fancied up...*shudders* And Amber'll probably be worrying soon, so we might want to have Nova head back soon - saying how she's styled another pony's hair. But since I'm strongly oppposed to too much interaction between my own characters, Breezie'll no-doubt be getting sidetracked.

Breezie: Maybe I should see about fishing my scooter out of the river...then I can drive it off a cliff...))

[NovaLuna]

Nova brightened.

"Sure!" She squealed, forgetting about Breezie and barreling out of the apartment.

[WingSong]

((*smacks self for stalling* Okay, I basically shoved poor Breezie from game play because I'm too lazy. So I've gotta get her out of here - she has germs to spread, after all! ))

Breezie watched Nova leave without her and shrugged. Then she turned back to Wing Song's box of scrunchies and shot another across the room, one of which hit Lightning and caused him to give off an annoyed squeal. However, this gave her an idea, so she zipped across the room and snatched up the struggling animal, wrapping some of the frilly "ammunition" around him to carry before starting out the door.