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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: [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.