ext_53586 ([identity profile] x-forge.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] xp_communication2007-10-26 08:32 am

Email to Kyle, Marius

To: [Suspect #1], [More Obvious Suspect #2]
From: [Tired and Overworked]
Subject: Way to go!

So which one of you got to crash on the hottie therapist's couch? I want details, men. Or something to distract me from the monotonous procedure of assembling extravehicular protection gear while waiting for my shipment of thermal ablative ceramics to arrive.

JHF

[identity profile] x-emplate.livejournal.com 2007-10-26 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
To: [Wouldn't you like to know], [The culprit]
From: [Sadly, not I]

Alas, I have been enjoying the hospitality of Mr. Ramsey. Whilst indeed in possession of details, I do believe they are of significantly less interest to you.

Apologies, I cannot comment as to the second half of the email as I understood not a single bloody thing described, and do not feel inclined to request another lend from Doug to decipher it.

[identity profile] x-wildchild.livejournal.com 2007-10-26 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
To: [Robot Boy]
CC: [Marius]
From: [KING OF EGGS]

That'd be me. They told me it was there or Illyana and dude, she -scares- me. I mean, Hottie McShe-Freud here scares me, but it's not the same kind of scary.

So I made her eggs.

Marius, dude, you have details on what? Inquiring minds gotta know. Also inquiring minds gotta figure out where they left their pants, since I think Hottie McShe-Freud is weirded by my cargo shorts or something. She gave me a weird look. What? It's not like I'm in boxers here. That'd be freakin' rude.