Equipment Faulty

[dragon writer]

Um...somethings gone wrong with whatevers holding the cityafloat...someones been messing around with it, and undermining our attempts to fix it. SO we need YOU guys to go in there and clean things up for us. thanks!

"Ethan, you know that city floating around your head?"

"What about it?"

"It's not floating properly."

"Really? I hadn't noticed."

"yeah..'
"WAIT! THERE"S A CITY ON MY HEAD?"
"Yea," siad Kevin, wandering up. "STuck it up there last christmas, programmed it so that it would stay out of your site, and waited to see if anmyone would boehter to tell you."
"WHAT@"
"Wha? I needed some humor. And you never noticed once. Not a single time."
"YOU PUT A CITY ON MY HEAD!"
"Yep."
"A coity?"
"uh huh."

"I'd strangle you, but you're my best friend and the husband of my sister. Plus Helen would then kill me for killing you, and I like being alive."

"Y'know, the path it takes looks kind of like a halo, but crooked. Maybe that's 'cause your REAL halo is crooked..." Helen grinned widely.

"why didn't you guys tell me?"
"we figured you knew," said Helen. "I mean, who wouldn't notice THAT?"
Ethan glared.
"Now come on. WE've got to go visit it, and find out what's messing around with the equipment."

(...Can Eth come, or is he stuck? )

(he can come. We just set it floating somewhere else...It's quite funny, when people realize he's the one who's head they've been flying over, complain about his irregular baths leading to bad crops, and his actual bathing leading to worse when they get splattered with shampoo, not to mention his body oder drifting up to them.)

(XDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXDXD)

(it's your turn. )

"Oh, Ethan? Mind. Gutter. Out."

"I wasn't thinking of that!"

"Mmhmm."

"Really!"
"Suuuure."
"I'm serious."
"Come on. Up to the town we go."

"I don't like shrinking."

"You're SO squeamish..."

"I don't!"

"I'll give you a treat later..."

"'Kay!" Ethan was suddenly much more cheerful.

"all that's needed is little mind messing..."
"What?"
"Nothing."

Tnhehy shrunk.

[Mousey]

"Ohhh, nice place." Helen looked around. "Rather dry, though."

Ethan grumbled. "Shrinking makes me itchy."

[dragon writer]

"Actually, that's the mind messing."
"What?"
"Nothing."

[Mousey]

About two seconds later a girl, about twelve, came up to Ethan. "Are you the guy whose head we've been flying over for the last six months?!"

"Uhm... Yeah?"

She kneed him. "BATHE MORE!"

Ethan whimpered and collapsed.

[dragon writer]

She turned to Kevin. "Next time, choose a better host. I mean, we're indebted to you and all, and i can see wanting to mess with a man's head, but all the same...Pleae?"
"You got it, girl."
"Thanks." She looked at Ethan. "He ever going to get up?"
"Eventually."
"Glad i'm not on his head anymore."

[Mousey]

Helen snickered, looking down at Ethan. "See? Seeee? THIS is why you should wash more often!"

Ethan glared.

Helen turned to the girl. "Nice job. do you have older brothers to practice on or something?"

She grinned. "Annoying little brother who doesn't know when to stop."

[dragon writer]

"OOh, nice!"
'Thankee."
"Personally, though, i suggest you find an older brother to work on-so many more parts to kick."

[Mousey]

"Can I borrow him?" The girl pointed to Ethan.

"As much as I find this hilarious, I kind of like his parts working."

The girl snickered. "Boyfriend?"

"Unfortunately."

"You're all mean..."

the girl laughed. "Yes, your point?"

"What's your name, mean girl?"

"Tyler Davidson."

Ethan smirked. "Isn't Tyler a guy's name?"

"Sometimes. So's Ashley."

"..."

"Nice fish face."

[dragon writer]

Briar rose popped in.
"I heard the noise of uncle Ethan's leg bones cracking! can i join in?"
"No!"
"Please?"
"Maybe. WIll you heal him afterwards?"
"Do i have too?"

[Mousey]

((Tyler POV! I'll make her profile laters))

Helen snickered. "Yes."

"Phooey."

I laughed. "Hi!"

I looked at the newcomer. She had cotton candy pink hair that stretched down to the middle of her back, with two long, neon green braids at the front. She had hazel eyes, and looked about sixteen. "Alright, which of the crazy circus are you?"

"Briar Rose. Well, at the moment it's only Rose, but almost everyone calls me Briar Rose. Unless I'm a guy, then only Omni calls me Briar Rose, just to annoy me."

"...Unless you're a guy?"

She changed, her hair shortening, becoming shaggy rather than long, though still pink, and then she was a guy, her clothes morphing to fit her new body. "Genie."

I grinned. "Cool!"

Briar Rose changed back and laughed. "I certainly think so."

[dragon writer]

"Do you do it often?"
"'Course....Just 'cause my Mom doesn't take full advantage of her lack of actual form doesn't mean i shouldn't. Grandma always calls me rose, though, no what my form...I don't mind, from him. But anyone else is going to get a decking if they try."

[Mousey]

I paused. "Grandma... oh. Right. So which name do you like more?"

Briar Rose thought. "I actually like Briar most of the time... although when I'm being sneaky I go by Rose or a variation thereof."

"Being able to be a guy or a girl would be convenient..."

Briar raised an eyebrow. "You like pretending to be a guy?"

"Yeah." I gestured at my chest. "It's fairly easy, actually. I'm a late bloomer, I like my hair boyish, I'm about the average height of a guy my age... And thanks to your 'grandma', I can wear guy's clothing. But when I DO start growing up front, it'll get harder."

"Why d'you like doing it?"

"Ohhh, just for kicks. And to get a decent fight in -- the guys around here are too nice to girls."

[dragon writer]

"Tell me about it," muttered Rose. "I have to go male every time i want a fight with the street boys."
"Yeah...No one tries to hit princessess, i guess."
Rose stiffled a laugh. Can't let the people know about her grandfather's exploits, after all. They might get angry if they had to admit he was putting his life in danger."
"So, you going to fix this problem?"
"You know it."
"Good. THis tilt-a-whirl is threatening to live up to its name."

[Mousey]

"... And I really don't like tilt-a-whirls. They make me sick all over the place."

[dragon writer]

'So what's the problem?"
"Someone wrecked the machinery! What do you think the problem is?"
"So what are we supposed to do?"
"Fix the magic, and get rid of the bad guys trying to surround and kill us."