Now. He had his back turned, and his mirror was somewhere else. Omni smiled slowly, clutching her crayons. She said she'd do it, so she was doing it, and no one, not even Writer, could stop her.

She leaped through the portal, letting out a cackle as Writer turned and groaned.

Now she was in the white room, and she got to work on scribbling labels on everything. Mostly gold, but some things were more interesting. Like the talking towel staff. and the talking staff of night... She remembered Galine, and snorted. That was funny...

And then something poked her in the butt, and she screamed.

((KEEKEEKEE! Told ya, didn't I? Anyway, nothing too serious, TH, or I'll neuter you mwahaha. This is light-hearted insanity. Therefore, butt-poker must be something that Omni will laugh at.))

"Got ya!" cried Angela, poking a talking staff into Omni. Kevin warned you not to come here!"
"Oh, be quite! it's the white room-what the heck are you going to do to me?"
"stick You with a stick fr a while."
"Oh no you don't." Omni grabbed the nearest thing and threw it Angela, before running off.
Something that might be a bit more effective if it hadn't been the pecan pie the natives of Recoorta had forced on the Protecter as thanks-or maybe that was supposed to be punishment, what with half the place burning down..
Anyways, it was inedible, hard, and other than giving Angela a bit of a headache on impact, kinda useless.

"Hmmm..." Omni smacked the bottom of her red crayon, and a laser shot out of it, slamming into the floor and smashing a great big whacking hole in it, which things started to fall into. "Ohshit!"

"That was dumb." Angela remarked. "And I can't fix because of all the gold."

"Yes, I had a lapse of logic. So sue me."

"OMNIIII!"

"Oh****! Writer, go away!"

Never. Do you have nay idea how hard that is to FIX? It's not mjust the gold-this idiotic place had no magic to begin with! Why do ya think kevin PUT the stuff here! no harm to be done. Honestly...
"Eilonwy's coming," pointed out Angela. And dad...and sis. Who volenteers we get the heck out of here while the getting's good? And find some GOOD pies."

"I didn't know it would do that!" Omni was feeling increasingly dumb, which was annoyingly embarrassing.

"You're quite dumb, then." Writer rolled his eyes and muttered, "%$#@ twelve year old..."

"SHADDUP!" Omni slapped Writer, then poofed.

(you're twelve now? Happy (much) belated birthday!)

Come on, i'm getting outta here....i dont' want to be arround for Jean to gloat at me actually getting into trouble. You coming or what, Omni?

*haha you suck!*

"Oi, Omni's gone. She slapped you, then poofed..." Angela added, "Are you both having lapses of sanity?"

"Sanity gets boring...we like our vacations. Anyways, i attached a tracker to Omni, and a little bit of a spell, so we can zap to where she is. Would you like to do the honors?"
"and fall into a lava pit? Uh-uh. Invincible gentalman FIRST."

"Invincible? You flatter me."

"Just get in the hole..."

Writer grinned and stepped forward, quickly falling out of sight.

":Alls safe! and i'm on Omni's head!"
"HER HEAD?"
"YEp. It's fun."
"What are we going to do?"
:Climb intoher brain and give hera a headache*

"Heeheehee..."

They did.

So...I always thought the brain was pinker." mutterred Rebecca.
aWRiter made her brian [Pinker.
REbecca grinned an evil rgerin. "I do so hate pink."

((You mean Angela, riiiiight?))

((Not really. Rebecca hates pink, you said.))

(Well it's ANGIE and Writer being silly.)

(Fine. But Angia gets to crash their party, make a few rude remarks, and (maybe) rewire teh brain a bit, but that's negotiatable. )

(HEY! NO MESSING WITH MY HEAD, TWIT!)

(not even a little bit? You know, maybe you do a handstand every time someone says the number three? Like a hardwired hypnotism, that could be reversed later.)

((I refuse to do a handstand. 'sides, you have to get to Canada to mess with my brain, and you don't know where i lived last time I checked.))

1562 evergreen terris.

Nope!

1717 Greenview terrors.

Completely wrong number...

30 37

Two digits.

Guess city and province.

Not quebec?


HECK no, not quebec. Close, though.

I figured not quebec. You don't speak french, that i've ever hard...Though i suppose you mgiht.

Est-ce que je peux aller au toilettes?



Est-ce que je peux aller au boire de l'eau?

C'est un dallage.

C'est un bon-bon.

C'est un- OMIGOSH ZAC SWORE! (This could happen at some point...)

*grins* i'm taking french myself.

Yeah, while I'M in Immersion.

Meaning what? you're immersed in french?

They try really hard to make that true, yes.

*nods*

Unfortunately, proof of my insanity must be delayed, because maj.com is refusing to work.

I think we already have the proof.




*huggles you yet more*

I believe the proof is the fact that I'm still friends with you.

No one could remain friends with me for long without already being insane, or going insane.



I know someone who would have been utterly insulted by my line about my insanity being proven by my enduring friendship with them; but hey, that's why I nailed him in the arm with a ball and didn't say sorry.

*Cheers you*

He's a twit, worse so 'cause I had a crush on him and then after I told him he said, right in front of me, in class, that he liked another girl. I could have CLUBBED him with my math book at that moment...

*nods* I've done just as bad as you in the past, through sheer shock, as you know...But still.

I realize that it was a stupid thing to do.

Twelve-year-old boys are IDIOTS. Most of them, anyway.

Sixteen year old boys can be worse, often.

More ways to be complete morons?

That, and more hormones interfering with their brains. They hopefully improve as adults...Of course, some never do, but still.