E-mails to Doug, Kitty, Lorna

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To: {the amazing upside-down boy}
From: {Kid Numerical Advantage}
Subject: Been thinking.

And I'd imagine you're probably thinking along the same lines. What with my 18th coming up in a couple months, it occurred to me those snazzy private-room suites are looking pretty good. I mean, not like I don't like rooming with you, dude, but between your bookshelves, my bookshelves, your Asgard souvenirs, my Asgard souvenirs, furniture, books . . . well, I tell ya, too many more wacky mutant adventures and we'll just plain need the storage space.

Not to mention, y'know, certain particularly tricky kinds of scheduling would be a lot easier with that bit more flexibility in our privacy options, and I'm sure I don't need to get too frank there.

So what do you say?



To: {loveliest accomplice}
From: {clown prince of Kansas}
Subject: The squirrel flies in the bean soup.

Oranges remain confident in the face of the badger hordes.

Heh. By which I mean, I've figured out who's been pranking me and I Have A Plan, I just need to wait about a week for a care package from Uncle Jesse. Secret meeting in the treehouse to discuss strategy?

Also . . . can you touch your elbows behind your back? I'm all kinds of curious.



To: {crouching magnet, hidden chef}
From: {being sneaky}
Subject: Probably want to be all the way awake to read this.

I'm expecting a package sometime next week, in regard to my whole Mystery Pranker situation. But, see, the thing is, I don't want to tip off my prospective vengeance-wreakee that anything's in the wind, and a package for me from my Uncle Jesse would be a pretty big tipoff. So here's what he came up with as sort of a covert kind of thing to get me the stuff I need. I have some cousins stationed down in Hawaii, and one of them is dating one of the assistants in the U of H's admissions department. If you don't mind being my conduit, Uncle Jesse can mail the stuff to my cousin, who can give it to his girlfriend, who can slip it into one of those packets of brochures you're probably sick of getting from them by now. All you'd have to do is look for the little x on the corner of the envelope and, when you see it, let me get my stuff and nobody'll be the wiser. Sound good?

(It's a really clever and diabolical prank I'm planning here. I'm all proud of it. And if you want more details I'll be only too happy to let you in on the skinny as long as you keep it absolutely don't-tell-a-soul quiet. I think you'll get a kick out of it. :))

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To: (clown prince)
From: (human decoder ring)
Subject: CRAP!

...um, would you believe I completely forgot about my birthday?

I suck. Like a mad sucking thing that sucks. A lot.

*shakes head*

As regards your email, though, I'm definitely game.

-Doug

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To: {brain like sieve}
From: {dances with kittens}
Subject: Way to go, genius.

I was wondering why you hadn't said anything about the advance screening Revenge of the Sith tickets for you and Angie. Probably I should've actually given them to you instead of rying to be subtle and just leaving them in your desk drawer for you to find. :)

Happy birthday-a-week-and-a-half-ago, dorkface.

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To: [bestest ever]
From; [the kitten]
Subject: and he gets all sticky when he does

-g- Secret meeting for strategy discussions it is. And TELL ME! Who?

No, I can't, but if you really want to you can watch while I try some more.

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To: {interestingly flexible}
From: {wide-eyed admirer}
Subject: Yes, but he's just a squirrel, after all.

Ssh. It's Alison. And don't I feel like an idiot for not figuring it out sooner. But are we ever gonna get her. :)

And maybe you'd be able to with practice. And yes, I really want to watch. ;)

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To: [very silly boy]
From: [amused]
Subject: yeah, true enough. Poor little guy

Oooooh. Sneaky, sneaky woman, that Al. Wheee, revenge!

-giggle- Well then, you can watch as much as you like.

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To: {cute when amused}
From: {lucky you like silly}
Subject: But if he likes bean soup he's got it made.

Indeed. Subtle and sneaky revenge, that will be even sneakier with your help After all, Alison deserves only the best.

I will be paying very close attention. :)

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To: [the ever amusing]
From: [most decidedly likes silly]
Subject: well, sure, that's true, but what if he's got allergies?

Absolutely.

Also, whee.

No, no point to this email. I just like typing stuff into the screen.

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To: [persistently pranked]
From: [pondering perps]
Subject: Aw, I had to wake up for that.

Gee, I feel like a secret agent. Do I get a cool code name and a phone in my shoe?

You know there is a small fee involved in the passing of this information of course. I have to know who the perp is. Just the cost of doing business, after all.

-L

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To: {alliteratively amazing}
From: {awed adolescent}
Subject: Very good cause, though.

You already have a cool code name. I can see what I can do about the shoe-phone, though. Could probably fit a cell inside a platform shoe.

And of course. I wouldn't think of leaving you in the dark about something like this. (Coincidentally, neither would our prankster.)

That's right, the pernicious perpetrator, the clever crook, the mischeivous malfeasant is none other than our very own Alison Blaire. Very sneaky, that one.

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To: [scheming scamp]
From: [super-spy]
Subject: Yeah but I was napping!

Platforms, ugh how early aughts. I want a sandal phone.

Ali? Really? Good for her! ...er, I mean that fiend!

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To: {celebrated coconspirator}
From: {complicatedly covert}
Subject: You've been napping practically since the plane took off!

Hrm. They are making cell-phones tiny these days. Maybe for Christmas.

Hey, I'm right there with you on the congratulations. She really got me good. And now it's her turn. :)

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To: [excellent espionager]
From: [eloquent elocutionist]
Subject: Yeah, what's your point?

I'm running out of alliterations.

Whee! Shoephone!

I owe her myself. And Bobby. And, come to think of it, another prankster whose name starts with J.