E-mail to Kitty, Terry, and Marie-Ange

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To: {Natalie, Dylan, and Alex}
From: {Bosley}
Subject: Good evening, Angels . . .

Everyone up for a prank? :)

Here's the basic idea. Alison's got that weird color-vision super-detail thing where she thinks two identical shirts aren't the same color because they're from different dye batches, that I don't want to try misspelling the name of. Uncle Jesse whipped me up a sort of a binary chemical thing that takes advantage of that, and we're gonna dye her skin all sorts of funky colors and she'll be the only one who can see. :)

So. I am going to need help with this one.

Firstly, I need somebody to put one of the chemicals in her bottle of body wash. Kitty, you're on tap for that one, because you have such the awesome mutation for this kind of prank. Once we're sure her bathroom is empty, all you have to do is stick your head and one hand through her shower wall and we're in business. And you're cute, too, it's just unfair. ;)

Terry, Angie, hope you got enough sleep last night, because the three of us need to coat every lightbulb in the house with the other chemical, and the best time to do that is probably two or three in the morning when everybody but the insomniacs is asleep. Gruntwork, but the results'll be worth it.

. . . I hope, anyway. Uncle Jesse said it was a rush job, and it would make her change color, and it is only gonna be visible to people with that wacky eye thing, but he couldn't give me a decent estimate on what colors she'd turn. So I guess we'll find out, eh? :)

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To: [Fellow Angels and Bos]
From: [Natalie?]
Subject: Which Angel am I?

Alison /is/ an insomniac though. Her powers keep her up.

If you can get the music room last, I'll keep her busy with an extra long voice lesson. She always will let me stretch it if she isn't busy and she isn't tomorrow unless they changed the roster... (Angie, you're a trainee, did they?)

That will give you an hour and a half to two hours, at least.

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To: {Angels}
From: {Mastermind}
Subject: I'll just let you ladies figure that one out yourselves, I think.

Yeah, I hadn't thought of that. Awesome. You are hereby exempted from lightbulb-dipping duty.

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To: [Bos, Angles]
From: [Alex]
Subject: I'm so the pretty science genius one...

You're on, Bos, (although if you're Bosley, then who's Charlie? Surely the Professor didn't tell you to have us do this... :P). Point in fact, though, haven't quite mastered phasing only parts of me in and out, although I think I'm getting there. I just have to think my way around it, somehow...

M-A, Charlie's Angels was an old tv show which was turned into a pair of crap movies. The three heroines, the angels, are brilliant, beautiful secret agent types employed by a man, Charlie, who's never seen. He communicates with them through their handler, a guy named Bosley.

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To: (Angels? Charlie?Did I miss a reference again?)
From: (Marie-Ange)
Subject: re: Which Angel am I?

She is not on the roster for tommorow, unless there are late last-minute changes I do not know about. (That is doubtful. There are rarely last minute changes.)

I can definitly help for the light bulbs, as I -am- one of those insomniacs, and I know the quiet places of most of the rest of us.