I learned a naughty word in Chinese today from one of the chefs! :D It was.. uh... Sah koe-ah. If you can tell me what it means, I'll be faster about the next chapter... (By skipping my recent binges.)

Edit: It's sagua. It means asshole.

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Vision swam eerily, casting shades of color that didn't match around the room in crazy kaleidoscopes of dizzy freedom. Faces passed, and at night, fireworks took over, painting the room in pretty orange flames. Small stings occasionally bothered the black-haired boy, but he slapped at them absently, more concerned with his lightshow and all the things that he suddenly knew.

The whole world made sense, and everything was peaceful and easy. He didn't have any unanswered questions, and there were no negative feelings – of that, he was certain. The world was just easy, wonderful, and beautiful. A lady fed him something wonderfully sweet every few hours, something bitter a little less often, and once or twice, she'd made him eat sour, nasty things. She made him drink some spicy stuff that was colorfully clear, and some tasteless rainbowy liquid. There was no hunger, just an elated sense of flying while he laid here on this sweet, soft, cloud.

The wildly misshapen, lovely Elf poked his head into the room, and Robin giggled with a shy glee, waggling his fingers at the pretty thing. It – well, Robin thought it was a he, knew it was a he, actually, because he knew everything now – would only poke his head in every now and then, but something kept the little elf from coming inside. That usually made the wonderful colors fade to blue and green, but everything in his world fixed itself very quickly, because it knew the elf would return.

An orange lady, with crazy on-fire hair suddenly crashed in through the kaleidoscope where the Window was. Luckily, the glass wasn't there, but he couldn't remember why. He knew why, though, so he just stared at the floating on-fire lady, not worried. She started talking, and floated to him, her arms flowing over him as she pet him carefully.

Robin stared at her, bewildered at the nothing that was coming out of her mouth.

"Wrfg fdghykgtr mgdkf mgf aeot ak vrgf... Werotalm mtl kltvn mkldf! Migkodper rif ortrotg otgf speorf..." the lady sobbed at him.

The feeding-lady burst in the door, and Robin gladly looked at her. This lady had never talked, but she could calm the alien with her sweet-food. The feeding-lady, however, ignored the sobbing wretch atop him, and forced a sparkling something at him. He wrinkled his nose. This stuff was the sour, bitter, nasty stuff. But, she would bring a sweet soon if he ate this, so he ate it, and felt his face jiggle unhappily and his skin crawl as he swallowed the stuff.

The world turned a dark red, then he faded into black fireworks and grey skies.

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Cyborg frowned disapprovingly at the techology-barren village. Raven was slowly discerning the thick speech of the only native that knew broken English. Starfire stared sullenly at BeastBoy, who stared at dirt floor of the hut emotionlessly.

"Spider?" Raven asked, and sketched something on a piece of paper, and showed it to the man she was talking to. The man nodded quickly, the beads in his hair clacking loudly. After ten minutes of fruitless explaining in bad English that hadn't been practiced in years, he'd simply begun a game of charades with her. He pointed to his leg and started explaining the method of the predator, how its venom worked, and the antidote they were currently dosing him with, along with a description of the spider to the best of his abilities.

Raven took neat, meticulous notes, and when she was done, thanked the man, and asked Cyborg to analyze her notes find out what it was. He nodded curtly, muttering something about having a date later, and how Bee would kill him for standing her up. From under her hood, Raven glanced at BeastBoy and Starfire. She really should have brought extra clothes for the two boys, but in the urgency of BeastBoy's call with the transmitter, she'd just gathered everyone up and immediately jetted down to the island. She wondered what recklessness had occurred, because so far, the only information she'd gotten was from the natives.

"BeastBoy," she called, trying to sound as nice as possible. Her stomach turned at the sickly sweet tone. "Have you gotten your things from your campsite?"

Slowly, he looked up at her. She frowned, and tried to poke into his mind a little.

"No," he said, and got up slowly, and in her head, she could hear his bones and muscles creaking with agony. "I'll go get them, though."

Raven shook her head, and a little telepathic wisp of energy poked at BeastBoy's brain. Each mind was like a safe, and you had to touch it in just the right manner to get in. Usually, she found the spot with ease, but because of the jumbled, awry state of his aura, she was having trouble getting in. Generally, she was polite, and didn't do such things on a regular basis. This, however, was an emergency.

"I'll help you," she covered, knowing she'd need to be near him to get in his head. The energy that outlined him since she'd gotten here had been dark. From personal experience, she knew he wouldn't talk about it til he lightened up. And frankly, if he had any memories relevant to Robin's illness, she'd need to know sooner than later.

The green boy shrugged, and turned from her. "We're pretty far out. We can fly out there, it'll be a lot easier," he offered, and started to jog towards the underbrush. She didn't respond, but immediately lifted off the ground with ease. A pterodactyl burst into view ten yards from the underbrush, tearing off the brown grass robe it had been wearing, and lifted into the air gracefully. The playing tots looked with awe at the leathery, green reptile before it soared off with a black dart over the trees.

As they flew, Raven admired the land with an almost envious eye. This place was lush and beautiful, teeming with hundreds of unknown species. She might like to know some of the flora and fauna here, and wondered if she could get a pass through Robin to come down here sometime and poke around. Absently, she poked at the pterodactyl. Sometimes it was easier to get ahold of animals, and she vacantly assumed the same might follow for a person who was in the state of an animal. As the campsite appeared in a small dot, she found the opening, and delved into his mind.

Quickly, the small wisp of energy unlocked the safe that held memories, and dashed to find the most recent ones. If she spent too long in someone's head, they noticed, or she would accidentally end up controlling them... And they'd remember and know as soon as she let go of them. Her powers still needed a lot of honing, strong as they were.

She grabbed about two hours' worth of memories from various places, and copied them into her own mind with an intense concentration. As they touched the ground, she stole an hour's worth of emotional memory, two hours of physical memory, and thirty minutes of assumptive memory from random files over the last week or so. As the changeling returned, she immediately looked the other way as she was forced out of his mind.

"I've got extra clothes in the tent," he said, and she was surprised by the monotone that had been in his voice since she'd arrived here with the team. Usually, he couldn't keep that up for more than an hour.

"Alright," she said, staring into the jungle.

Thirty minutes later, he was in one of his black leotards, tying the last bag of his and Robin's things together. Raven had strapped on one of the backpacks, and BeastBoy would carry the other things in a sling they'd built quickly from large leaves and vines. Raven had looked at him, and asked what had happened earlier. He'd shrugged and said he'd been passed out when Robin got bitten, didn't know, couldn't remember, and just wanted his leader to get better. He offered that they should leave and get him real medical attention, but Raven had disagreed. This spider, so far, anyhow, was unknown elsewhere. Cyborg was still looking, but she would have gotten a text or message if he'd found out.

"Let's get back, then," she'd said, awkwardly, and when she looked towards him, a pterodactyl was already flapping heavy wings.

As they returned to the village, she absently began to review the fading memories.

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Well, it's disjointed.

Edit: No shit. But it works so far. Hopefully the tweaks improved it.