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From: Emma Frost
Subject: I feel like Germans have been on holiday in my head
Ugh. I sorted out the pirates some time ago, but the Blue Queen requested my assistance with an emerging telepath who was causing issues in London. There were circuitry problems inside his brain that had to be seen to be believed. I had to dismantle him almost completely and re-assemble him in an entirely different order. And Emma quite liked him, which meant I had to keep the screaming to a minimum and adding that to the backlash when he was instinctively trying to fight me, my powers are currently both pouting and sulking.
On the up side, I did manage to get darling Vivienne to personally make me a new set of White Queen robes, so my time in London wasn't entirely ill-spent.
I have, however, come back to a number of emails from a Mr Clint Barton and a Ms Sue Storm asking for my assistance with robotics training. I seem to remember something from when I was on a small yacht chasing a man causing issues with international trade but I thought I would check before I responded. They are your pupils? They aren't planted by any of the various groups that hate and despise us? Neither of them is likely to explode in a fiery ball of flame and require rebuilding any time in the near future? Not that I particularly minded rebuilding Haroun and Jono, but if I have to do it again, I need several more luxurious baths, a great deal more cognac and several extremely attentive body-servants before I even begin to contemplate it.
Did anything explode while I was away? Did you explode while I away? I would find that annoying, so please ensure the answer is no.
Emma
From: Emma Frost
Subject: I feel like Germans have been on holiday in my head
Ugh. I sorted out the pirates some time ago, but the Blue Queen requested my assistance with an emerging telepath who was causing issues in London. There were circuitry problems inside his brain that had to be seen to be believed. I had to dismantle him almost completely and re-assemble him in an entirely different order. And Emma quite liked him, which meant I had to keep the screaming to a minimum and adding that to the backlash when he was instinctively trying to fight me, my powers are currently both pouting and sulking.
On the up side, I did manage to get darling Vivienne to personally make me a new set of White Queen robes, so my time in London wasn't entirely ill-spent.
I have, however, come back to a number of emails from a Mr Clint Barton and a Ms Sue Storm asking for my assistance with robotics training. I seem to remember something from when I was on a small yacht chasing a man causing issues with international trade but I thought I would check before I responded. They are your pupils? They aren't planted by any of the various groups that hate and despise us? Neither of them is likely to explode in a fiery ball of flame and require rebuilding any time in the near future? Not that I particularly minded rebuilding Haroun and Jono, but if I have to do it again, I need several more luxurious baths, a great deal more cognac and several extremely attentive body-servants before I even begin to contemplate it.
Did anything explode while I was away? Did you explode while I away? I would find that annoying, so please ensure the answer is no.
Emma
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Date: 2013-09-16 02:58 am (UTC)From: [Non-Exploded]
Subject: re:I feel like Germans have been on holiday in my head
Em,
How sad is it that I actually can't recall whether or not I've exploded to any significant degree since you were last stateside? Nothing like routine personal explosions to remind us how incredibly fucked-up our lives are, huh? But, upon searching my recollection I believe I can state with confidence that no, I haven't exploded since we were last in touch. Although I've just found out that I lost in fantasy baseball playoffs to my ward by one hundred points, and she's now going to be playing my boyfriend in the finals, and because I lost I fear he's going to make me wear a unicorn costume and get a temporary tattoo of the Toronto Blue Jays... so when they wake up and start gloating there will be explosions. I can guarantee you that.
Ooo, new robes, how exciting. Since I'm not going within a mile of the Hellfire Club, and asking for a private viewing sounds wrong, I'll ask for what the teenagers call a 'selfie' instead so I can see them. (And no, apparently a selfie doesn't mean THAT. I had to ask Tandy. Her discomfort when I asked if it meant what i thought it meant was highly amusing. It means a picture of yourself.)
So how does one get one's powers to stop pouting and sulking? Are there alcohol and shopping involved in that process? If so, let me know if you'd like company. Or let me know if you wouldn't like company, and I'll beat off company with a bat to ensure you have peace and quiet instead.
Barton and Storm are pupils at the school, yes. I've been doing regular scans with my powers to ensure that no, they aren't plants by hate groups. I also feel confident in telling you that they're fairly unlikely to explode or require rebuilding in the near future, though I reserve the right to change my opinion on that fact after you start training them. I'll keep the bath salts, cognac, and body-servants on hand for you just in case.
A.