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To: Rasputin, Illyana
From: Blaire, Alison
Subject: Of libraries and things breaking...

Hail, Oh Mighty Breaker of Asgardian Louts' Fingers,

Don't be surprised if I swoop down upon you at one point in the coming week, regarding the outings to the library in Russia. Got something to run by you on that regard and I want your thoughts on the matter. Since I figure just asking you a few questions might work better instead of flailing my arms and screaming in indignation/worry/whathaveyou. ;)

Unless you'd rather someone else be sent in to do that? I'm good either way.

*grin*

Alison

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No problem.

Illyana

PS - No thanks. I prefer to instigate the screaming and flailing whenever possible. I think it adds realism to the melodrama.

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I'm bringing the ps to here, because I can.

Hrm. Flailing and screaming. Reminds me of theater class.

Who's your next victim?

Alison

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I tend to pick them as they come, really. I mean, if I chose ahead of time, it would be too easy. For example, certain people here will rise to any bait. (Sadly, one of them lives in my suite now, and it's quite a nuisance given her distressing tendencies to intrude on personal space. I have to be nice and quiet. I tell you, my life is quite a challenge.)

I suppose I could try to get Professor Xavier to flail, but I suspect he is not really the flailing type. Nor the screaming type, really.

It could be a project.

Illyana

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But sometimes the long term set-up is just plain fun. Especially if they never see it coming and only afterwards do they see all the signs you left 'em.

Ahem.

Poor darling. Such a strain that must be for you. ;)

As for the Professor, he would see you coming a mile off. Just saying. That'd be a really long term project, and then some.

Alison

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hy, Miss Blaire, are you encouraging me to provoke others with sneaky plans? And here I thought you were a nice woman. I may have to revise that opinion.

It is a burden I bear with as much dignity as possible when one's suitemate clashes with one's hair.

He is remarkably prescient like that, the Professor. An uncanny man, you might say. I should perhaps pick another project.

Illyana