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From: [black and blue fiance]
Subject: I suck...
And no, you don't want to know. Didn't we agree at some point that anytime I got overtired you were going to tape my mouth shut? You should have hired someone to do it for you while you were gone. I think Haroun is not speaking to me again. Then again, who knows, with him...
In other news, my litany of woe in the Danger Room continues. I am all kinds of interesting colors man was not meant to be. They're still pushing me in the direction of the medlab after every session, though, so don't worry. Just bruises; Maddie even ran me through the X-ray machine to make sure my ribs were intact. I'm surprised the damned things don't break when people breathe on them these days, honestly.
Amanda is getting much better at chess, by the way. Also, not that she would admit it aloud, but I think she's a little relieved that her Healing's been curtailed. I pointed out to her a couple of times that she would be less tired this way, and she got this surreptitious wondering look. Like 'Not feel perpetually exhausted? There's a thought.'
I think this is the part of the letter where I tell you how much I miss you and how empty the bed is without you. (Yes, dear, I'm in bed at nine'o'clock. The laptop works just as well over here as it does out on the desk.) Bella is sitting on your pillow snickering in an evil fashion. I did try to call earlier, but couldn't get through. The weather being miserable again?
Miss you. Love you. Don't work too hard.
Nathan
From: [black and blue fiance]
Subject: I suck...
And no, you don't want to know. Didn't we agree at some point that anytime I got overtired you were going to tape my mouth shut? You should have hired someone to do it for you while you were gone. I think Haroun is not speaking to me again. Then again, who knows, with him...
In other news, my litany of woe in the Danger Room continues. I am all kinds of interesting colors man was not meant to be. They're still pushing me in the direction of the medlab after every session, though, so don't worry. Just bruises; Maddie even ran me through the X-ray machine to make sure my ribs were intact. I'm surprised the damned things don't break when people breathe on them these days, honestly.
Amanda is getting much better at chess, by the way. Also, not that she would admit it aloud, but I think she's a little relieved that her Healing's been curtailed. I pointed out to her a couple of times that she would be less tired this way, and she got this surreptitious wondering look. Like 'Not feel perpetually exhausted? There's a thought.'
I think this is the part of the letter where I tell you how much I miss you and how empty the bed is without you. (Yes, dear, I'm in bed at nine'o'clock. The laptop works just as well over here as it does out on the desk.) Bella is sitting on your pillow snickering in an evil fashion. I did try to call earlier, but couldn't get through. The weather being miserable again?
Miss you. Love you. Don't work too hard.
Nathan
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Date: 2005-01-19 02:16 am (UTC)From: [grumpy scot]
Weather isn't being that miserable. Unless you count day long thunderstorms as miserable and then, yes, I suppose it is. Phone lines were down for a few hours today. Thank God power stayed up, though.
Good grief, sounds like you're having the same amount of fun I am. No black and blue over here, though. It has been nonstop since I got here.
*frowns* No word, or SIGN, or Rory. He left everything here except a few essentials. And I've checked, there have been no mucking abouts with the computers. Though I'd feel a little better having someone better than I am take a look.
What...I shouldn't ask what you said to Haroun. Knowing him, though, he'll be over whatever happened soon enough. Just ask the Askani to buzz you when you're stepping over that line you shouldn't be stepping over?
It's a mess here, Nathan. We nearly lost a patient because of Rory's absence. Luckily, I managed to get him stablized before one of the local doctors came by. But the poor man is already being pulled in too many directions on top of simply not being qualified to handle mutant patients on a day-to-day basis.
The pub is still being rebuilt, too. One entire corner was destroyed.
It's a mess.
I'm trying to sleep, Anna's been a big help. I have no idea when classes start--or have they started already?
My poor head.
I miss you, a lot. Especially when the castle goes quiet. Too many recent bad memories. I'll be fine though, as long as you will be.
Love you,
Moira
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Date: 2005-01-19 02:30 am (UTC)From: [over here]
Subject: winter weather...
You know, I think I used to like coming to Muir in December or January just because we were so often incommunicado? I know, that's perverse.
I was suspecting you've been on the go since you arrived; the link's giving me clues, even from this far away. I'd fuss at you, but I a) have faith in your good judgement and b) have faith in Anna's if yours happens to let you down through no fault of its own. I really wish I was there with you, though. If there's still no sign of Rory, what about looking for someone to fill in on a semi-permanent basis? And this near-miss... that wouldn't have been the reason for the panicky feeling I got from the link this morning, would it?
About the computers - let me email David. I can't imagine he and Garrison would be adverse to a quick trip out to take a look. David's kind of considered Muir's security a personal crusade since the business in May, given that he built your new system from the ground up. Hell, I imagine he might give Billie a hand, too. The two of them always seemed to get along, and it's amazing how useful superspeed can be with things like that.
Classes - do you just want me to double-check with Hank about the... Biology, right? It doesn't sound like you're going to be able to get back in time.
I'm glad Anna's there. I'll try to call again tomorrow, see if the lines cooperate then.
Love you. Try and get some sleep,
Nathan
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Date: 2005-01-19 02:44 am (UTC)From: [oneintheoven]
I used to love it as well. Until my damned phone lines went out. Ah, I suppose I would hate it anyway--I never took notice of the weather or anything else but work unless you were here.
No fussing needed. Mainly because Anna's been keeping a tight reign on me since I arrived. Uncle's been giving her a hand on that score as well. And yes, that would have been the panicked feeling from theis morning.
Oh, David et al. would be a Godsend (are you sure you couldn't make it as well?). Not only with the security issues but also with giving Billie a hand with the pub. He's older than he admits to. And Billie adores the Pack, even if he doesn't like to say that.
I think I'll drop Henry a line myself. About that and a replacement. Because even if Rory does show back up, he'll have a good deal of explaining to do before I left him back through those doors.
The storm should be letting up, so please call. I'm being all sappy and sentimental.
Love you,
Moira
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Date: 2005-01-19 02:56 am (UTC)From: [stuck in the USA]
Subject: I wish I could hop on a plane...
Oh, how I wish I could. But I just have too many classes to juggle, not to mention the fact that I think I have to keep to this training schedule. It's so obviously meant to accomplish something - other than kill me, I mean.
I'll give Berlin a call in the morning, see if I can talk him and Gar into a quick trip. Heck, if I say Billie needs help you might get more than the two of them; the Pack's always considered the pub one of their favorite watering holes.
I... really do wish I could come. You remember what Monday is, yes?
Nathan