Emails to Wisdom and LeBeau

[x-psylocke.livejournal.com]

To: [ Interior Design Team ]
From: [ Mademoiselle Poupre ]
Subject: [ Not for naught... ]

...but I'm absolutely knackered.

I do have a gift for the two of you and it's not even your birthdays. At least, I don't think it's either one of your birthdays. Well, I'm almost positive it isn't. Especially since I've never been privy to witnessing the perfunctory drunkiness that is akin to such celebrations. And I am, in fact, speaking of celebrations that are conceivably more devastating than your usual romps to the pub. On that note, would it kill either one of you to actually age yourselves? Mind you, it's a damn pesky thing trying to go birthday shopping for spooks. Our lot is so damn paranoid. Can I tell you it ruins the fun when random gifts are treated to bomb squads and scent dogs before actual handling. Besides feelings get hurt, it's not like I'm doing something hazardous like cooking.

Getting back to the point, I'm back as Amanda has no doubt informed you with good news. Ruffled feathers have been smoothed and egos stroked. Luckily most men are perverts or we'd have a harder time pulling this off. As it stands, because of me, we now have strong contacts bridging across the Southeast quadrant and with a few well-placed nudges I've decently managed to cover the rest of the Asian contingent. We're no longer running blind. Hell, if our luck continues, I'm hopeful that we'll be well on our way to rebuilding what we managed to bugger up this past year.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have a long and drawn out meeting with a hot stone treatment.

Ta,
Betsy

Comments

[x-pete.livejournal.com]

Nice job.

I age in a perfectly normal manner. I just choose not to make a fucking song and dance about it.

Pete.

[x-psylocke.livejournal.com]

Yes, it was.

I'm not asking for dancing dogs and what have you. Just a niggling sense of when you were excavated from your mother's womb. Not so much to ask.

Betts.

[x-pete.livejournal.com]

I'm a few years younger than Nate, and my birthday has already gone past this year. I'm sure you could find out more details for yourself if it was really bugging you.

Pete

[x-psylocke.livejournal.com]

It is and I will. But let's forget that. What are your plans for the evening? I was thinking of making a night of it in the city. Interested?

[x-gambit.livejournal.com]

I don't exactly have a birthday, but thanks for the reminder.

Southeast Asia is a good thing. I wrung a few more names out of Gavin on account of my being an irrational, threatening bastard, so that fills up a couple of holes. India is still a total dead zone on my end, which worries me. Average stats are, what, one mutant in every half million or so? That means we should be looking at almost four thousand mutants between India and China alone. The lack of media reports of people flying around with flames coming out of their asses implies 'weaponizing' pretty heavily to me.

Oh, apparently Emma has our offices set up. I know Pete's been working of a card table and his laptop there for a while, but I guess the truckload of Swedish crap from Ikea made it in and we're all networked and good to go.

--Remy