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To: Lee, Jubilation
From: Sefton, Amanda

Subject: You fucking know what.

Lee,

Any word out of you 'bout yesterday and I'll have your guts for garters. You think that hell dimension was bad?

Hope you had a good look, too, you bleeding pervert.

A.

email to Doug Ramsey

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To: ((Doug))
From: ((Angie)
Subject: Are you busy?

Please, please, please be checking this now.

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To: Colbert, Marie-Ange
From: MacTaggart, Moira
Subject: Furniture

Angie,

I took the liberaty of ordering you new furniture. Considering what the side-affects of you channeling your powers are and I know you do not want them turned off (especially after Alex, congratulations), I figured this would be most helpful.

http://www.directlyhome.com/quati-canopy.html

Cut this down in half and there you go. Also comes with dark, heavy drapes that you'll be able to close around the bed. Essentially this'll create a dark, cool, quiet place for you to rest, which works with normal migraines. This won't cure them, but it should help some.

Moira

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To: Colbert, Marie-Ange
From: Frost, Emma
Cc: Summers, Scott; MacTaggart, Moira
Subject: Alex

Marie-Ange,

After our little conversation the other week, I thought I should let you know; one of your dreams has saved a life. The reason I was able to get to Alex was because of you.

You see, the dream you had about him the other day, in which you saw him lying asleep, spears at his side and a dog at his feet? That's the pose of a very great statue by Canova, a statue of Endymion, who was the lover of the goddess Selene. Our Selene, her namesake, is the statue's current owner. I saw it in her home, and realised at once why you dreamed of Alex in that same pose. Selene had made an Enymion of our Alex.

So, you should be very pleased with yourself, Marie-Ange. We couldn't have done it without you. Alex owes you his freedom and his life. You should never again doubt the usefulness of your gift.

love,

Emma.

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To: Xavier, Charles
From: Frost, Emma
Subject: The Old Stables

Dear Charles,

I've tried as best I can, but darling, I simply can't stay in that little room anymore. Really, it's not in my nature to make do. Now, I've noticed those old stables are in a bit of a state, and they're only being used to store some gardening equipment and a set of garden furniture that probably should have been thrown out in the 1950s. As for the stablehand quarters above, I think we have a spider collection in there, but we can always move that to the basement now you've evicted Sarah and Jono.

With your blessing, I'd like to renovate the stables and turn them into a little cottage, where I can live, take classes, and run a Fortune 500 enterprise. You'll get to approve the construction plans, of course, and I'm happy to use my own money. Plus, it'll give your brother something to do besides fingertip arithmetic.

Oh, one other thing. I'm going to need you to clear or cover my classes tomorrow, and perhaps for the rest of the week. Scott has asked me to work on adapting one of Jono's containment suits for Alex, but I need time, and we can't really afford to wait. It's a bit of a challenge, to be honest, but a little telepathic cribbing from the world's leading experts, and I should be able to finish the task.

Don't worry, darling. You know I wouldn't dream of it if it weren't a good cause. I'll leave everyone as I find them, and it'll all be gone from the short term memory before you can say Hair Club For Men.

love,

Emma.

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To: Dayspring, Nathan
From: MacTaggart, Moira
Subject: Late Night

Nathan,

I will give you whatever you want if you bring me dinner down in the lab. I have to go check on Monet but hopefully everything will settle down by 11:30.

But only if you're feeling well.

Moira

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To: BLANK
From: Guthrie, Paige
Subject: Put a subject here.

I can't pace in my own room anymore. I have to go outside to do it. Pretend that I'm going out running. Put on all my running clothes and my shoes and sometimes take out my little CD player. It's such a show. No one seems to notice that I go out for runs about six times a day now. I guess when you already run two to three times, six isn't that much of a difference. I'm not really blaming Amanda for it. She's going through rough times right now, I know she is. I can't even be there for her because what would I say? I can't take care of myself, how am I supposed to take care of her. Angelo was looking for comforting, for intelligent words, and all I could give him was "I'm sorry". It's not your fault, Paige. It's not your fault, you don't have to be sorry. Not everything is up to you. God, I just want to be able to sleep at night. I want to shut off my brain. I'm starving and have no desire to eat so I take too many of those stupid vitamins that are lying around and drink enough water to make myself full. It's not like I'm trying to starve myself. I know that I'm not eating properly and so I'm trying to make it up and it's not like I'm worried about being fat or having something to control or any of those issues I just don't think to eat until I'm too sick TO eat. What the hell is wrong with me? I can't even finish this e-mail because I can't sit still anymore.

And who is this e-mail to? No one. It's to no one. No one cares, Paige. Shut up. You're perfectly fine and there are quite a few way more screwed up people than you around here. Just take care of yourself and let the others take care of each other. Okay? Now, go delete this e-mail that you seem to have written to yourself. If that's not a sign of insanity, I don't know what is.

[IM] Marie and Alison: The terrible two.

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Tuesday night, Marie finds Alison online on the staff messaging system. Shopping and puddle plans are made and so is the offer of the couch in 219

( They conquered Selene's... now, mudpuddles? )

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To: Blaire, Alison
From: McCoy, Hank
Subject: Lorna

I spoke with her about what we discussed the other day. I'm sorry to say that it did not transpire very well, and I suspect she believes that you put me up to it, though I attempted to avoid such in the outcome.

I shall be upstairs with a novel or three, should you be in need of support in the aftermath.

--Hank