What the...

[x_dazzler]

Go out early in the morning to indulge in a spot of Tai Chi, by the lake. Go back in, shower, get ready for voice class. (Yes, some of you have class year round. That would be my one voice student, mostly.) Focus on the class, all serious like, wondering why your student looks like she's waiting for Something to happen. And looking sideways all the time. Then looking worried. Then?

Then your skin starts going a funny color. Huh. Maybe opening a light will, you know, make things clear, right? Right! Yeah!

...

Talk about making things clear...

Not sure I've ever seen something as pretty as that. Whatever it is. Someone somehow packed three rainbows in every lightbulb and it's diffusing all over the place and each light changes and Haroun insists he can't see a thing, or anyone else I asked so far for that matter. And when I light up? My skin just... yeah. Pretty. I'll find bigger words for pretty later. And I'll get the true story out of Terry when she's done giggling. I have my ways. But for now? I'm going right back to turning all the lights on and enjoying the show. Don't mind the woman wandering the halls staring at the lights.

Pretty! So very pretty!

:D

Comments

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

She's hallucinating, folks. Gone off the deep end finally. We all knew it was only a matter of time. :)

[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

PBHHHHHHHHHT! :D

No really. I mean, I've been told my light shows are pretty and all? But... pretty! I want to try and do something like this now...

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Well, it's no fake golf ball in the windshield, but I'm glad you like it. :)

[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

HA! I was too distracted by the pretty stuff to connect the dots! Found me out, did you? ;)

(And that's it. Need to go find Nathan methinks. People need to see this! Hey! Nathan! Don't move from wherever you are!)

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

It was the door-locking mechanisms. Nobody else around here is all that likely to use lasers to trim the edges so they fit into the doorframes. So yeah, I sent off to Colorado for something special and got three lovely assistants to help me set it up last night. :)

(And dude, sign me up for wanting to see this, my uncle had no clue what it would actually look like.)

[x-cable.livejournal.com]

I'm sitting beside my laptop pretending to mark?

[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

Not for long! Bwahahahahahahaha!

You get to spread the cheery pretty light stuff today mister!

[x-skin.livejournal.com]

Count me in to see it too.

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

If it is not a lot of trouble, when you have a moment, I would like to see this.

[x-jubilee.livejournal.com]

I'd love to see it, if it's not too much trouble.

And here I thought _I_ had gone mad.

[x-empath.livejournal.com]

You see it too, don't you?

My skin isn't changing colors or anything, but I could sit here and stare at the lights for _hours_.

It's almost emotional.

Manuel

[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

Ha! It changes depending on some of the lights. Go look!

I'd noticed

[x-empath.livejournal.com]

But because I had a really bad day yesterday, I thought that I was stuck with my power.

I'm afraid I may have disturbed Charles out of whatever he was doing. But he reassured me that I wasn't insane, and now I'm spending much of this day staring at the lights.

The stuff in the hallway by my room is almost like an LSD trip. Kinda. Maybe.

Been a while since I've seen one of those.

Manuel

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

It's definitely something with the light spectrum, the index of refraction's all over the place in any room with the lights on. Doesn't happen outside, so logic says it's a phenomenon unique to the mansion. Not too prevalent in the sunroom either, so I think it's the electric lights.

Now I'm inspired to go work on an optics project I've been thinking of...

[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

I'm just going to be wandering about imitating a light bulb all day while listening to music. Wheee! :D

[x-snowflake.livejournal.com]

I always knew you were crazy. Now? Proof.

[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

Ha. You? You're next in line to see the light show, brat!

[x-snowflake.livejournal.com]

The crazy woman calling me a brat? Ha.