Release me...

So, avoiding my ring hasn't prevented me from entering these brightly-colored netherworlds, and now I've ended up with seven of these silly gems. What am I supposed to do with the

*Suddenly, the screen goes staticky. When the static clears, the post has been switched to video, revealing the genie to be completely normal and unharmed by whatever caused the computer problems... except now her normally pink hair has gone Super Sonic-blonde*

*pulls a lock of her hair in front of her face, looking quite unamused* ... what. Why did this...?

*she brushes her hair back aside and lets out an irritated sigh*

No, never mind, I do not wish to know.

FISHBIRDS.

EVERYTHING SPINNING AND SUDDENLY SWITCHING SPINNING DIRECTIONS.

GETTING KNOCKED INTO HARD WALLS AND POINTY, COLORFUL GEMS.

AND WHEN I GOT OUT OF THAT AREA, I TRIED TO GO BACK IN MY RING AGAIN AND THERE WERE THESE HORRIBLE RED SPHERES AND STAR BALLS.

I NEVER WANT TO SEE FISHBIRDS, RED SPHERES, AND/OR STAR BALLS AGAIN.

EVER.

EEEEEEEEEEVER.



ever!

((OOC: ... remember the Sonic Zone/Ring Curse during the 12 Days of Christmas thing, anyone? |D))

*Have a nice picture of a very pink cat with an unnervingly-wide grin and playing card-motif markings all over her body. Yes, the cat is back and she's staring into your soooooooooooooouls~*

*Or she's just amused by the antics. Maybe both*

My, it's so busy here again~ It's been a while since I've seen such activity. Tell me, is my dear mad fox still here, or has he faded into the aether since I last visited this charming place?

And do continue on with your miscellaneous antics. They're quite amusing~

*the video click onto Painter!Shadow's room. There's nothing particularly out of the ordinary going on in it, unless you count him sleeping as something unusual. Suddenly, a little pink ball of light that most can identify as Shahra appears just above his head, floating there not unlike a chao's head bobble*

What the...? I must have made a mistake; this isn't the right room at all...

*she flies away, still a ball of light, until suddenly, she stops a few short feet away from him*

What on earth...?!

*the little ball of light glows brighter as she puts more effort into flying away. Slowly, she makes progress, but unknown to her, the sleeping hedgehog is slowly being dragged behind her by some invisible force as she goes. He's dragged further and further until FWUMP! Off the bed he goes, tangled up in his own sheets. Startled, the genie snaps back back past her previous position over his head, then back and forth until she finally settles as his pseudo-chao bobble again*

... owww... *turns into a chao bobble swirly*

*the genie floats along on her back, lazily sipping something from a floating glass through a straw. Suddenly, she bolts upright, dramatically waves her arms, and begins spinning around and contorting herself in place, stopping briefly only to sway her hips or to frantically thrust them*

*Eventually, she stops and stands in place like nothing had happened. Her poor glass is overturned during the flailing, its contents now on the floor*

... what. In the nine unholy hells. Was that.

*the genie stands in the middle of the room, jumping up and down*

Nn, c'mon, c'mon! I wanna...!

*stops jumping and snaps her fingers*

I got it! Maybe if I...!

*poofs into a little pink ball of light... which promptly drops like a stone to the floor*

... ow... Why isn't this working? Maybe if I...

*changes into an ostrich, a penguin, and a kiwi--oddly enough, the fruit, not the bird. The kiwi-Shahra still manages to be able to talk*

... very funny, hotel. Veeeeeery funny...

Wow. I am not going to speak about what happened last week. EVER. EEEEEEEVEEEEEER.

Is anyone up for drinking? Lots and lots of drinking?

Such fascinating beings in the land,
Be they mundane or quite queer.
All of them bound to this place,
For reasons quite unclear.

Some fight! Some bite!
And some, they run away
And carefully must hide themselves
From the light of day.

Others wear their hearts upon their sleeves,
Still others wear a coat
Of silky fur, or hide, or skin.
Some sow their wild oats.

And still more--oh my, a shock!--
Are something really new!
Their pasts are gone, replaced--how odd!--
And become something askew.

Such fancies, alas, they never last
Until you're old and gray.
I only hope you'll miss this cat
When she fades away~

Oh dear... Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear! My Mistress has been kidnapped! Oh, whatever shall I do?!

...

...

...

...

*finally unable to keep from giggling* ... except wish her fun on her little vacation! To those who were worried about her, you may relax. She's in good hands and will be well taken care of.

... all right, what happened and why am I in a little girl's sailor suit? Was there drinking involved? Because if so, whatever you guys gave me? I demand more of it.

"I lifted you in these arms when you were--this long. I gave you milk from these breasts, that are now dead leaves--"

*snerk* Ahahaha! "Breasts that are now dead leaves"? Oh, if this play has more lines like this, there is no possible way we could put this one on; everyone would be giggling too much! I can barely say it with a straight face! Still, if we could get the little ones to play Medea's sons, we could break out the fake blood, and that's always fun~

Hm, but I shouldn't get my heart set on this so soon. Who knows what kind of turnout I'd get for auditions...

No, let's see... A Doll's House? Too dry. *flapping of paper flying in the air, ending with a thunk* The Children's Hour? No, the lesbian dies in the end. *flap*thunk* Endgame? Too WTF for this audience. *flap*thunk* Tartuffe? Hm, has potential... Cat on a Hot Tin Roof? Well, heaven knows it wouldn't be a stretch for some of the people here to play a closeted gay man... Let's see, let's see, what else do I have here...?

... well, that was... certainly interesting. I must admit, I'm a little disappointed I didn't get to put on a play; it sounded like it could be fun.

... at least I got a pretty outfit out of all this.

Ah, with everyone else making introductions to the new students lately, I believe I should follow suit!

Greetings, everyone! I am Miss Shahra Samaha, and I head the Drama department. We are always looking for more members of the Drama Club, so please, do not forget to sign up if you are interested! The sign-up sheet shall be at the auditorium all this week, but if you still happen to miss it, or if you have any questions, please, feel free to contact me.

Oh! And if you are not the performing type, we can also always use people to assist with the backstage work, so do not be shy! Join us!

Mistress! Elise! Sonic--the one with the nice magical sword! Oh, and I cannot forget Atemu! There is going to be a "flick marathon" tomorrow and the Scourge running it said I could come and bring friends along if I wished. Would any of you be interested in coming?

... Elise? I... You...

Oh, I'm no good at this... Maybe I should just be direct...

... I still... like you... If that's okay.

Um... would you... like to play DDR with me sometime? If not, I understand, but... um... thought I'd ask...

Um, Elise...?

Check your bed, please.

((On her pillow will be a pretty pink box containing silver feather hairclips, with a card attached to the box reading "To my dear princess ♥".))

So... er... Does anyone have any use for scarves and/or chains? I have quite a few from when I was still accidentally binding people that are just cluttering up the place if anyone is interested.

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear... Turning random things into fruit was bad enough, but now...! Oh dear...

Mistress looked very nice in gold chains, however

I wonder how Sonic would look

The Aladdins here would look really nice in

Focus, Shahra, focus! Now is not the time for that!

I must warn you now, it may be unwise to come near me for a while. So far, no one's been hurt, but I may accidentally impair your movement...

My, it was an exciting last night! Music, festivities, a bonfire... My only complaint is that the alcohol was so weak! I've had water with more kick to it. Now, the stuff back home, that was alcohol! I wish I could have brought some from my book to share...

... wait. I am a djinn. It would be within my power to conjure up a few bottles...

I do believe I know what I will contribute to the next gathering. ♥

--does this thing do?

Huh? "Rec"?

*click*click*click*

Oh, there are people on this thing! ... I think... I'll have to ask my Mistress about this...

Hm, what's this do--

*recording ends*