Emails to Jono and Bethany

[xp_daytripper]

To: [fucking prince of darkness]
From: [trouble]



Rumour has it that you're desperate for a fag. Which is a coincidence, since I'm gasping for one meself. Care to stage a brief rescue so we can both indulge? Boiler room ain't _that_ far from medlab.

A.



To: [skaterbabe]
From: [trouble]



I'm only resting. *grins* Sorry, spot of Monty Python humour there. Trying to lighten the mood and all.

I would have contacted you sooner, and by phone, only I've been in the medlab and not exactly up for communicating with anyone 'cept by ouija board. Well, slight exaggeration, I wasn't actually _dead_, but things went a bit pear-shaped in Mexico and I'm fucking lucky Pete and Emma turned up when they did. But I'm on the mend now, and I'm really sorry if me email freaked you out or anything. To tell the truth, _I_ was freaked out, and I wasn't really thinking that well, beyond, 'oh fuck, I'm in the shite now'. You're entitled to tell me to go to hell if you like, but I hope you won't, or at least not until I get the chance to tell you what happened and why I was so scared. And I can't do that here, even with me old mate the spell check. In person would be best, but if you can't talk your dad into letting you visit your sick friend (I'd come to you, only they've got me on a pretty short leash and honestly? I couldn't fight me way out of a wet paper bag right now), then the phone will have to do.

I'm _really_ sorry, babe. Let me know if you want me to go fuck meself or not, all right?

A.

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[x-sparky.livejournal.com]

To: A.
From: J.
Subject: Plan 9 from outer space.

I'll meet you in the medlab and we'll proceed from there.


-J

[x-shinobi.livejournal.com]

To: [import lech]
From: [local lech]
Subject: Well, that explains a lot..

You did kind of scare the piss out of me, Amanda. But, as far as I'm concerned, what matters is that you're back, on the mend, and don't want me to tell you to fuck off. That's always a nice thing to hear, y'know? Makes me feel all wanted. *g*

Dad and mom are glad to hear you're okay. They were pretty worried, too. Dad's still busy as shit, but mom says she'll give me a ride up in, oh, five minutesish. She rather insisted. Let one of the boss-type people there know you've got a visitor coming, because all the super powers in the world ain't stopping me from getting in to see you.

Quit'cher apologizing. You owe me a hug, and a night out once you feel better. We're square, babe. I promise.

See you soon. Don't posess a Ouija board before I get there.

-B.