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To: [Summers, Scott]
From: [Munroe, Ororo]
Subject: Boredom overwhelms me.

I know I claim not to be a city person, but I think I may revise that opinion after this weekend. I am well and truly bored out here in the middle of nowhere. Perhaps if I skied I would find it more entertaining to be stuck out here, but that is a physical endeavour I do not want to ever try because I can already predict the results. Still, it would be more exciting than sitting in my hotel room doing nothing.

Please tell me things are more interesting back at the mansion. Knowing our students (and our teachers) they must be. Has anything blown up?

-O.

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To: [Ororo]
From: [Scott]
Subject: I'm afraid to say...

That it is deeply and profoundly boring over here, too. I think we may have used up all our weirdness with the drunken celebrations of possession earlier this week. (Do you ever feel like we're missing out on something, when we've never been possessed or gone evil? I mean, seriously...)

Is it really that dull out there? I thought you'd at least be having some interesting conversations...

-S

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To: [No help at all]
From: [Still bored]
Subject: You may want to knock on wood.

Yes, sometimes I do feel a bit melancholy to not be part of that illustrious club. And I heard that those who were kidnapped by Magneto even get T-shirts. I want a T-shirt.

It really is that dull out here. I met this morning with the two scientists who invited me out and we spoke at length on environmental weather patterns and ramifications of things like global warming. Then we went outside so that I could show them what it is exactly that I do. Then their eyes got very large and they told me to occupy myself while they went back to their labs to collect instruments and other thing to analyze the changes I effect. That was an hour ago... they are still not back yet.

-O.

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To: [superstitious]
From: [entertained]
Subject: we have other claims to fame...

I just prefer not to think about what they are.

Did you take any marking? You could have taken marking, you know. There's nothing that kills boredom like student bloopers.

It sounds like you're at least having some fun blowing the minds of your hosts. That's got to be entertaining, no?

-S

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To: [At least that makes one of us]
From: [Can you blame me?]
Subject: We need our own drinking night.

...oh wait, we have already had those. Well, we need another.

I did not take marking, no. Since this was supposed to be a vacation, I very consciously left all paperwork in my office. I am beginning to think you might be right, though. Reading about how Romeo was responsible for Ophelia's death really does brighten one's day.

And yes, it is very entertaining. They are quite an amusing pair, the two of them. I gather from their interaction that they have known each other quite some time - they bicker almost without cease. And they are both very dedicated to their work, which is I think what made them contact me in the first place. I am still not sure what conclusions they will draw about my powers and my ability to contribute to what they do, but I am looking forward to finding out.

-O.

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To: [gets all the best bloopers]
From: [officebound]
Subject: been a while, hasn't it?

Let's take a night to do that, when you're back. It's about time that it's Jean's turn to deal with a drunken spouse, I say.

I now have mental images of these two guys, you know. You'll have to take a picture for me so that I can see if I'm off-base. And you know... bored you might be, but I imagine it's kind of intriguing, looking ahead to what conclusions they might indeed draw.

-S

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To: [Do you at least have the window open?]
From: [They burn]
Subject: Some might consider that a good thing.

Let it never be said that I did not take every opportunity to help you get into trouble. Though I do not think Remy would extend the same courtesies to me that Jean will to you. Maybe.

Your mental image is probably spot-on; just imagine two middle-aged meteorologists who, for all the study the outdoors, have probably not spent a significant amount of time outside in months. For all their eccentricities, they do seem very intelligent, and I think they may have more clout than I originally imagined. The possibilities are indeed intriguing.

-O.

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To: [out west]
From: [sitting in the sun]
Subject: Remy

Oh, don't sell him short. You're cute and clingy when you're drunk - I think he'd find that fairly hard to resist. We men are not made of stone, after all.

Yeah, pretty much as I was imagining. You know, I wonder if the scientific mindset is actually more conducive to accepting mutants for who and what they are. Takes all that complicating morality and religious 'flavor' and so forth out of the debate.

-S

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To: [Sunrises]
From: [Sunsets]
Subject: Only your skulls are that hard, I think.

I will have to give that a try, then. It is too bad I do not have a Blackberry with which to torment him. I suppose the old standby of drunken phonecalls will have to suffice.

I do not know for sure if that is so, only that the reaction of both gentlemen to seeing what I did was not horror or fear but only pure curiousity (and maybe some giddy excitement, I cannot be sure). Though I am sure some mutants would object to being 'studied' by the scientific community, I think that curiousity is a far step better than an outright refusal of acceptance.

-O.

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To: [snarkity snark]
From: [now have a song stuck in my head]
Subject: Blackberries are overrated

But I'm all in favor of you tormenting Remy.

Well, yes, the scientific mindset can be taken too far in the other direction, too, I won't deny that. But I think maybe there's a little less baggage there. I don't know, I may just be talking bullshit. These two sound like they're approaching the marvel that is you in an appropriate way, though.

-S

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To: [Ha, it worked!]
From: [Who, me?]
Subject: Not going to actually watch them, you understand...

Well, they have not yet brought me gifts. But I suppose I can forgive them for the oversight.

...I wonder what Charles would think if I charged the special channels on TV to the school's credit card. Do you think we could get a picture of his face when he sees the bill?

-O.

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To: [you really are bored]
From: [very amused]
Subject: I have an idea...

I owe Jean some kind of vacation/getaway/apology for slugging her and running off to die. Help me come up with something? That should kill some of your boredom.

Also, charge away, I say. You're there trying to Do Good - Charles can surely see his way clear to paying for some cable. Although I suppose it depends what you mean by 'special channels'.

-S

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To: [you have no idea]
From: [just kidding]
Subject: You always have such good ideas.

What kind of vacation? For how long? A drive-to or fly-to vacation?

There is always Niagara Falls. Or Boston. Or Amish country. Anything is better than The Middle of Nowhere, Colorado.

The specialer the channel, the better the look on Charles' face, wouldn't you say?

-O.

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To: [somewhat frightening]
From: [laughing his ass off]
Subject: I try.

I don't know, about the vacation. I'd suggested the Caribbean, but, well, we'd have to wait for summer until that. Maybe just someplace local, sometime soon...

You're not really going to go for the Very Special Channels, are you? Think of Charles's age. And his heart.

-S

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To: [easily frightened]
From: [laughing maniacally]
Subject: So do I.

Atlantic City is always nice this time of year...

And you are right. Charles' age deserves consideration. I will pick something with only 2 X's in the title, not 3.

Oh look. The front desk just phoned. Apparently I have two gentlemen waiting for me down in the lobby. I suppose my movie-renting will have to wait until later. Maybe I will whip up a hailstorm to see just how wide their eyes get.

-O.

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To: [still scary]
From: [still laughing]
Subject: Knock them dead.

Well, no, not literally. (Don't think I've forgotten the hailstones the size of baseballs you managed way back when He Who Must Not Be Named broke up with you.)

-S

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To: [S]
From: [O]

I had nothing to do with those! It was not my fault his windshield got cracked, no...

Take care, Scott. I will see you tomorrow night. Now go, get out of the office. That is an order.

-O.