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To: Sefton, Amanda
From: Dayspring, Nathan
Subject: greetings from the narcoleptic one

Sounds like things are going pretty well for you over there (mild cases of hypothermia aside, I mean). Thanks for keeping us all updated; Moira's been fretting about you, but she's feeling better knowing that these friends of Romany's are good people who are taking "proper care" of you. I'm glad, too--for that and the fact that you sound like you're taking care of yourself, too. You sound--happier, I guess. I know you've got a lot of work ahead of you, but it sounds like you've made a good start.

Things are awfully quiet around here. I should be enjoying ~~the time with Moira~~ it, I suppose, but these damned visions are still trying to make my head go boom a couple of times a day. Finally got my rooms cleaned up, but Moira's making unhappy faces about me moving back out of hers. You'd think she'd gotten attached to me or something.

Watch out for those mushrooms,
Nate

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Thanks for the email - it was nice, getting something that wasn't from the usual suspects. *grins*

According to Moira, you know all about the benefits of cold water to making people stop being pillocks about things - you sure you didn't mention that story to Pete? Because, yeah, that stream was fucking freezing. I've still got all me toes, so I s'pose it wasn't that bad.

It's easier to think over here, which is why I've been sounding happier. Did Moira ever explain me powers to you? I absorb energy from mystic sites, and the magic is how I get rid of it. There ain't that much power over there, but England's old, and oozing with sacred sites and the like. So there's enough ambient mystic energy to let me function normally, a bit like when they put heroin users on that methadone stuff. Rom's knocked up a kind of patch for me, a pendant thing that I have to wear - it'll supply enough power for me to not go off the deep end, and cut me off if I get too much.

You should see it - looks like it came out of one of those bloody hippy shops, the ones that always smell of incense and sell pewter dragons and crystal balls and all that shite. Rom has the nasty Wisdom sense of humour.

Any way, I can think again. And be sure that what I'm thinking and feeling is me, and not the cravings, or any~~one~~thing else. And Homily, the woman in charge, real earth mother type, is making sure I'm eating and pouring all sorts of nasty herbal tonics into me. Says I need to be physically and spiritually cleansed. *screws up face* They tried to take me fags, but there's a limit on how co-operative I can be. It's a bit overwhelming sometimes - I don't do the mothering thing that well, even though something about me seems to bring it out in people - but in a way it's good to have someone fussing.

It ain't the school, though. I'm the youngest here, and the only mutant, and there is such a thing as too many parents. Especially when you ain't used to having any. I ain't forgotten what you said, 'bout not letting Rom take too much control. I've decided I want to come back to the school and she can rant all she likes. She's just feeling guilty herself, I think. Ooh, look, me being all insightful. I'll shut up before I ruin my rep as a selfish bitch.

I can't remember if it did much good, but I left some of that willowbark mixture in the kitchen, in the brown paper bag with the rest of the tea stuff. It's labelled, I think - add a teaspoon to a mug of boiling water and let it sit for a few minutes until its nice and sludgy. It'll either kill the headache or distract you so much with the taste you won't notice it.

And since Marie-Ange ain't around to say it, you and Moira are disgustingly cute. But do I want to know how your room got broken? No wild monkey sex, I hope - there are limits. *grins*

Tell her I said hello. No postcards yet, since the commune's a bit short of those, but I'll grab one in Brighton next weekend - I get two whole days out of jail. ;)

A.

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Angie might not be in the country, but that didn't stop her from making That Observation yet again. You kids are entirely too interested in the mating habits of us old folks. (I can't believe I just said that...)

I've seen a lot of different mutations in my time, Amanda, but I have to say I've never come across one like yours. Then again, my particular nasty little black branch of the government would have heard the word 'magic' and run in the other direction. They didn't have much in the way of imagination; they went for those of us with more straightforward mutations, destructive ones that could be easily controlled. And now I'm making myself morose again, so, stopping now.

I bet the pendant is cute. Something tells me wouldn't be complaining about it if it wasn't.

Hmm... so basically, you've gone from having too few 'parental' figures to too many. The world is an ironic place, you know? It's good to hear you determined to make your own decisions about where you're going when this is done, though. If you've got a clear goal in mind, the getting-there is always a little easier. (I'm just full of platitudes today, aren't I?)

My room... no wild monkey sex~~, sadly~~. I invited Manuel up to have a talk with him and things kind of went south. Not his fault at all, I should say. The people I used to work for used empaths to condition us (something that wasn't a whole lot of fun) so when Manuel started speculating on the journals about fixing my potential psychotic break, I thought I should talk to him and tell him why I'd prefer he not do that. Turned out I couldn't handle being around him quite as well as I thought; he tried to calm me down and hit some sort of trigger my former employers had implanted to prevent hostile empaths from taking me over. Telekinesis, meet room. I suppose I'm lucky I didn't wreck half the house.

I still feel remarkably like shit about it. I was actually sort of hiding in Moira's room for most of last week (and I'll deny that, if you ever repeat it). Brought back too many bad memories, and it was my own damned fault, like I said...

Anyhow. Enough on the awkward subjects. I think I'll go take a look for that tea; it did help, that time.

If I don't talk to you again before Brighton, have a good time...

Nate

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xp_daytripper

Okay, I should be in bed, and Homily's going to be appearing any second to ask if I need something to help me sleep, but after a day spent paddling in icy streams and then 'indluging in quiet contemplation and study', which means sitting still whilst some reads me aura and then having a thick book on the threefold rule to read, well, I'm feeling chatty.

Seems like you are two. You didn't have to tell me any of that stuff, and I realise it probably weren't easy. Don't think I missed that.

That ain't the first time I've heard someone say that 'bout me mutation. I'm a bit between the two worlds, magic and science. The magic community gets shirty because me mutation lets me do what takes most people years of study to learn, or they try and use me as their personal mystic battery. Bloke who brought me up did that, for about nine years, ever since I was a little nipper. Or they try and avoid me entirely since they seem to think I'm dangerous. 's one of the reasons why I'm liking it here - first time I've ever been around magically-inclined folks who weren't trying to rip me off.

And yeah, science types just don't deal with it at all. They don't even admit that mystic energy exists, let alone there's someone whose power is to absorb it. A lot of the people at the school still don't believe it - they seem to think its some kind of reality manipulation or the like. Or did, until the love potion thing. Seeing people acting so out of character brought it home to them.

Manny. *sighs* Yeah, I can see that happening. He understands people even less well than I do, for someone who spends their life mirroring their emotions. He's a right bastard at times, but it's mainly 'cause he don't understand what he's doing is wrong. Pete told me they were going to put him in the psi-proof room for a bit, which makes sense after what happened with Kwannon, and... other people. I... it's hard to say, since people think he's an evil manipulative prick, but we had this link, that sort of got made by accident. So sometimes I was getting his feelings in me head, and he was getting mine. And mine in the last few weeks were really fucked up, so he's going to be a mess. The link's gone now, with him being in the Box, but he was scared, really scared.

It ain't your fault what happened, with your room. From what you said, you couldn't help the way you reacted, any more than I can help some of the stuff Rack left lying around in me psyche. I dunno if it can be undone, but if there's anywhere that can happen, you're in it.

Oh, and hiding doesn't work in that place - bastards keep tracking you down and giving you pep talks. Believe me, I know - I tried everywhere.

Better go - I can hear Homily coming up the stairs. Go and find Moira and have some of tha wild monkey sex I can't believe you ain't done yet.

A.