<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Mona2_zps6f4e3fc5.jpg)</div><strong>Joslyn Ross, "Downpour"</strong><br/><br/>The group inside the house watched Jos come out of her room again minutes later, this time dressed in an itsy bitsy teeny weeny ocean blue bikini. They were all out of yellow polka dot. She was carrying something weird, though. It was part of her costume. Well, more like an accessory. It was what looked like a cross between a tuning fork and a trident with the middle prong missing. The small semi-trident was about a foot long and made of metal. She carried it out to the pool and made her big entrance.<br/><br/>Hey, everyone else was doing it.<br/><br/>She tapped it lightly on the edge of the pool, causing it to vibrate and send out a harmonious tone. As it rang through the air, she took a breath and then sang aloud in a throaty voice;<strong>"Crrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyy! I...made you...cryyyyyyyy..."</strong><br/><br/>After the first word, bubbles began to form in thin air. As she continued to sing, clear water appeared in a pool at her feet. It rose quickly to a column, the buxom Downpour standing atop it like she was on solid ground. The tone of her fork continued to ring as the water rose, the pitch carrying through the air. At the end of her lyric, she lept from the column and into the pool, tucking into a ball and spinning once before stretching out into a perfect dive that carried her into the water with a tiny splash. She curved in a graceful arc, then rose up quickly out of the water, tossing her hair back, sending droplets spraying behind her. With a final turn, she sat on a small geyser rising half a foot out of the water. Lifting a hand, she waggled digits at the crowd.<br/><br/>"So, what did you think? Too showy?"