Email to Marie-Ange

[xp_daytripper]

To: [roomie]
From: [trouble]



If I was, you know, driving you insane with stuff I did, you'd tell me, right? You wouldn't bottle it all up and then explode all over the place and tell me you hated me? 'Cause I know I'm not easy to live with, tho' I'm trying to remember to ask before I borrow stuff and not play my music too loud and not stink up the room so much with the magic junk.

Just thought I'd ask.

A.

Comments

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To: (Amanda)
From: (Angie)
Subject: I am confused now.

I sometimes wish that email came with voices, because there is perhaps two or three minutes of me being quite confused and stuttering that should preceed this email.

I like your lizard, even if he ate my botany homework, the smells are not half as bad as they used to be, and I play my music louder than yours sometimes. With benefit of boyfriend who sings along. At least yours does not care for your music.

So, yes, if you were annoying me, I would tell you.

... is there anything I can do? Up to and including exploting the fake ID card that insists I am twenty-two and finding a good winery? Or predicting terrible doom. I am -quite- good at the terrible doom.

Subject: Thanks.

[xp_daytripper]

To: [angie]
From: [amanda]

Just had a... talk with someone and found out some things I didn't know they thought about me and it was completely out of the blue, y'know? No terrible doom needed, just need to expand my 'avoid like the plague' list.

And good. That you'd tell me. 'Cause I'd hate to think you were thinking that sort of thing about me and letting it all go bad and I'm not making a huge amount of sense here, am I?

Out sounds good. Out to a place where they need fake IDs sounds even better. Out with fake ID and a friend sounds the best.

Amanda.

PS: Sorry for the insanity the last couple of weeks. I'm stowing the self-pitying shite and rejoining the human race. Well, a bit at a time. *grins* And I had an idea about the pre-cog, and maybe fine-tuning it some?

Re: Subject: Thanks.

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To: (Amanda)
From: (Angie)

Could that person be blonde and prone to seemingly clever but actually not comments on the journals? (Which would narrow it down to two, but one of those is not at all secret about how she feels about people, which is, at least, honest.)

You are making more sense than you think. Or else I have managed to copy Douglas's power, in which case I should see if I can insult people in new and interesting languages in poetic fashion. ... Alas, it seems not to be so.

I may prefer politeness and tact, but that does not prevent me from telling someone when I think they are annoying. I tell Jubilation -all the time- that she is annoying.

With or without the boys? I know that Doug has his fake ID and I think he managed to edit it to remove that horrendous moustache.

P.S. Sometimes you just need to have a few bad weeks. But it will be good to have you being you again, instead of the black-clad lump. I think that some of the younger students were going to try to use you for a bean-bag chair.

Ideas about the pre-cog are -very- welcome. Vague visions are not at all fun to have, and I have some ideas myself after doing some readings when Dr. McCoy was ill.

Subject: Your kind of politeness I like.

[xp_daytripper]

To: [sherlock holmes]
From: [not exactly watson]

Yeah, that'd be the one. And you know what? I might come off rude sometimes, but at least it's more honest than this fake nice bullshit. Hell, I prefer the Ice Princess hands down - at least I know where I stand with her. And your politeness I can handle, since you've said when I'm making you shirty. Or at least I can tell from the cranky muttering. *grins*

Manuel's off somewhere, not sure where... Fuck, I hope he's not having words with that certain blonde someone. Well, part of me does, but it could get ugly and I don't want anyone else getting into a mess on my behalf. Had that up to here. Let me see if I can get him on his phone. And roomie? Thanks.

Amanda.

PS: Bean bag, huh? That would've got my attention, I reckon.

I'm not sure it's entirely safe, but it worked at Tante's all right - I was thinking since you used your power to fine tune mine, why wouldn't it work the other way? Me giving you a boost? And if you want to bounce ideas off me, I'm always up for that. Tho' over a jar or two of something that isn't that kool-aid shite would be better. ;)

Re: Subject: Your kind of politeness I like.

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To: (Amanda)
From: (Angie)

I have to do hand-to-hand training with said blonde. It would be a real shame if I was a little over enthuastic in the course of sparring. But I would never do such a thing. Not once.

PS: Better than a jungle gym, I suppose.

It seems to make sense. My power is mutation but with magical means, and yours is magical fueled by a mutation. Or something like that. Doug is making Tao noises at me now, and has .. now... gone in search of a book about Pooh. Something about yin and yang, I think. I do -not- understand him sometimes.

It was.. internal focus versus external focus, and trying to explain it gets me turned around and confused sometimes. Perhaps because I am thinking about it too much, so it might be -easier- to explain over something to drink. Or several somethings.

Also? Kool-aid is vile. It should be outlawed. It is sugar water with fake flavours in it. Not. On.

Subject: The Great Escape

[xp_daytripper]

To: [angie]
From: [amanda]

Nah, don't put yourself out over it. My guess is she's doing that not-dealing thing of hers again, so beating the shite out of her probably isn't on. Besides, wouldn't want you getting into trouble with the leather brigade. ;)

PS: Definitely better. Kids climbing over me? Ack.

Doug's sounding more like Strange every day, I swear... Same goofy happy look on both of them too. If I didn't know better, I'd say old Stick In The Mud was getting some. Strange, that is. I know Doug's getting some. ;)

Drinks it is. With boys - just managed to pin down Manuel, looking horribly pleased with himself. I'm afraid to ask. There's a pub in town Pete takes me to, they won't give us too much shite over ID any way.

You know you summed up a hell of a lot of American food with that sugar nad fake flavours bit?