Oh, I see how it is. The rest of you don't see the magic. You don't see the way that these things wrap the City and you.

And me.

It doesn't matter, you know; I can know that I'm cursed and it doesn't change a thing.

I'd have to tell you that being a creature almost entirely of thought, this is not a good thing for the rest of you. How I envy your bodies, just now and then. Just when I want to....

Harry, I suggest you work on a good, clear command before you have trouble in your household. I don't want to do what I want to do, boss.

[ooc: Yeah, being of intellect affected by a mind-affecting curse. He's aware and not happy with it, but still affected. I'm pretty sure that Harry's orders will keep him from doing anything really bad, though. At least he isn't going to turn into something.]

Harry wears boxer shorts with bunnies and hearts.

Thomas takes viagra.

I love this place.

One of these things is not like the other. One of these things is not like the rest.

[ooc: Curse someone without a nose? Yeah, he's laughing.]

If any of you lovely ladies are feeling left out in this curse, I will happily offer to switch clothes with you.

Ladies only need apply.

Hey Harry, Kincaid says that Murphy's ass is perfect.

Do you know what else I discovered? There's a genre called fanfiction available on the network.

If I give some of you the motivation and background on the characters (us!) will you write it for me? You'd have one grateful spirit on your - ahem - hands.

But remember, I'm both male and straight!

Hah! No body means no scarlet letter.

If I had a body, I think my letter would be I for Incredible Intellect or at worst L for Licentious. I don't do that morality thing, so what do I care about a letter?

Blue skies
Smiling at me
Nothing but blue skies
Do I see

At least I know how to keep my weather to myself. Right, Harry?

You know, boss, there's something bad in the air.

I don't like this one bit.

You humans, and those of you like humans-- No, no, that's not it.

You corporeal beings-- yes, that works better --

-- and your families. Don't you realize how fascinating you are? Well, if you don't, you are. I enjoyed every public minute of yesterday's curse. Keep up the good work.

I want this day out!

[ooc: Somewhere, in a wizard's closet here in the City, a skull inhabited by an intellect spirit is bouncing up and down very excitedly.]

Hey! Harry! Open the closet door; I want to enjoy this curse.

10. The Library
9. Harry's getting some. Maybe. Someday. I think.
8a and rising fast: Rayne8. No need to hide
7. No Mab
6. Harry doesn't get himself nearly killed quite as often
5. The network
4. The extreme number of hot babes
3. Getting out more
2. Ruthie
1. HAVE YOU BEEN IN SOME OF THOSE CLUBS IN THE UNDERGROUND? AY YI YI!

Do any of you really think that a spirit of air and intellect should be living in a glorified closet?

Rub me for a wish.

[ooc: Unaffected other than environment, but really, he'd go there.]

Hey, Harry. Can I get a pass? I drew a body.

I used one of my books for the model.

Come on, Harry. No one else is using it.

[ooc: He can do very minor levitation, so he levitated the pen and drew on his shelf.]

Oh no! Oh no! I'm cursed! I've been turned into a skull!

[laughter]

Harry? Ruthie? Someone?

Would someone pick me back up?

[ooc: Ruthie > Bob and he fell over.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, you all weren't kidding about those curses. This is some big bad juju alright.

If I had skin, it'd be crawling right about now.

But I'm loving the network. Hey, Harry, you won't believe some of the stuff I've found already.

Harry?

Haaaaarry?

Hey, boss!

You should let me out for a while. I need to get to know this place. I don't know if you've noticed, but we aren't in Kansas anymore, Toto.

--ease lift me up a bit higher?

No, just a bit higher.

[the sound of a very happy sigh]

Oh yes. That's perfect.