Email to John

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To: [my favorite pyro]
From: [the kitten]
Subject:

Hey John,

So, now I've finally got a bit of time to breathe, it occurs to me Jamie's probably not the only one who's not really all that happy about Ms. Maximoff being here. Are you ok?

Actually, it occurs to me (and by 'occurs to me' I mean 'it has been plaguing my mind like the plagues of Egypt') we haven't talked in really quite a while. How are you doing in general? How's college treating you? And Manny? I imagine he's a rather different roommate than Bobby was.

I miss you, you know. Things are really very different than they used to be, when there weren't so many of us, when life was simpler. No one else manages to be as bitingly sarcastic and brilliantly funny as you, you know. 'Yana tries, but you still hold the record.

And how sad is it that I'm doing this by email? But you've already left for classes...

Anyways, yeah. Just your friendly, neighborhood kitten, saying hi.

-Kitty

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Subject: Voices from the deep

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To: [kitty-cat]
From: [hothead]

Ah, Ms Maximoff. The one million dollar question. Pardon me while I do that whole avoiding thing and answer the rest of your email first.

It's been too long, if you ask me. Oh, I've got classes over at Westchester College keeping me busy, even making some friends over there *waits for you to recover from the heart attack* but I have to say I know what you mean about the place being smaller, less drama-filled. I miss being able to walk into a room and strike up a conversation, even if said conversation involved me snarking and someone getting all self-righteous and offended at me.

Ah, happy times.

Generally I'm doing all right. Busy as all fuck. Actually enjoying the college thing - you'd hate my classes, all humanities-type stuff. The political science is grabbing me at the moment - there's a lot on how human-mutant relations shape the political landscape, that kind of thing. Giving me some food for thought - maybe powers aren't the only way you have of fighting back when there's something you don't agree with. Xavier's s-idiots are just damage control, but I'm starting to learn there's ways of stopping the problems before they start wearing a stupid helmet and trying to take over the world.

Oops, skating the edge of the stuff I don't want to talk about. Yet.

Manuel is... well, he's rude, he's arrrogant, and he and that girlfriend of his (or is that girlfriends? I noticed Jubilee's still coming out of his room all mussed, or was until last week) make me glad for sound-proofing. But you know, he's not that bad. Puts up with me, by which I mean ignores me most of the time and lets me do my own thing. Now to just teach the bastard not to steal my food from the fridge, and we'll be happy as pigs in mud.

And now I've run out of email to answer. To tell the truth? Wigged, to quote your boyfriend. It's not easy, knowing the daughter of the meglomaniac who set me up to get killed, then sent his psychotic shapeshifter bitch to play a bunch of games with my head whilst my... buddy, I suppose you'd call him, is being held hostage by a bunch of FOH assholes. Not exactly something that's easy to deal with, so I've been ignoring the whole thing in true Allerdyce style.

You know what worries me most? That one day bucket head's going to decide to have a family reunion and come to take her back. Leaving us in the middle. I doubt even Lee's high-tech security could handle him.

Let's hope I'm wrong, eh?

And in the interests of not being such strangers, let me treat you to lunch or something sometime. (wow! topic change like a master! Not.)

Thanks for thinking of me, kitty-cat.

John.

Subject: And what fond voices they are.

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To: [my favorite pyro]
From: [the kitten]

Nah, I'm not surprised that you're making friends at Westchester. You're actually a pretty good guy, you know, under all the fantastic snark. God knows I'm fond of you.

Poli-Sci isn't as bad of a humanity as, say, English or Drama (cause we have enough drama in our lives...), but I continue to be amused at the use of 'science' in the name. But I really agree that it'd be a good thing to stop problems before they go super-critical. I still don't know what I think about the x-men anymore, but I know that much - that things like Helix and Red X and so on are good, if only cause it helps at the beginning of the problem instead of the end.

Yeah, I don't know what's up with Jubes. -shrug- She and Amanda seem to be doing better, but I can't imagine things working out for them as well as for Paige et al. Good luck on the food thing, though. I don't think he's quite grasped the idea that he can't just have whatever he wants yet. He's getting better, though.

As for the bit you so skillfully avoided for so long...

You know, I can't help but wonder if maybe that's not part of why she's here. I mean, if he were going to come after her the safest place for her would be in the middle of a group who're willing to die to stop him from getting anything he wants. Which is an awfully mercenary thought of me, but there you have it. And hell, you know how we get when something threatens one of us and ours. Even the ones who don't want to be one of ours. -smile-

But yeah, I'm all for hoping that the master of magnetism and bad headgear doesn't want her, or doesn't want her bad enough to mess with the prof.

Lunch sounds great, though. And hey, are you coming to NYC with us this weekend? Get out of the mansion, have a chance to see the bright lights of the big city. Maybe catch the eye of a pretty whoever...

-hugs again- Course I was thinking of you. You're my very favorite you.

-Kit