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Oct. 8th, 2012


Connor B, Dylan T, Jack C

[Delivered to Connor B and Dylan T, by their superiors.]
[After discussing her report on Andrew Mumford with her superiors, they agree that it's best to hand the boy's file over to the FBI as a possible informant, given his youth. The file includes all available history on the Mumford family, along with all recent recon on Andrew himself. Max's disposable number is included, but her name and specifics are not.]

[Locked to Jack C]
Back in town tomorrow. You're cooking dinner.

Oct. 5th, 2012


Connor B, Dylan M

[Message left on FBI-provided VM, accessible by Connor B and Dylan M]
Hello... Hel... Oh, yes, I think I've possibly missed the beep. This is Olive... like the fruit, but not quite as olive...y? Yes, Pendry, Olive Pendry. I've been told to call once I arrived in this frying pan. Do you know, it's somehow hotter than I expected, and yet I expected a frying pan. How can something be hotter than a frying pan? Well, I suppose the frying pan can be on stove that's shut off, but that's not what I imagined at all. Yes, well, it's rather unnatural not to sweat when you're hot. It can't possibly be healthy. It's like cats on hot tin roofs, isn't it? No one knows how hot tin really gets, and yet we all expect that it's quite... But I'm babbling. I'm here, and I've settled into the studio. I shall try not to let it catch fire or be taken up in a tornado now I'm here. Just, do let me know who I'm to contact and how. I've been barely briefed, you see, and- [And the recording cuts her off for being too long winded.]

Oct. 1st, 2012



[As 'Dazzler']

About fucking time.

Sep. 28th, 2012



[As Remy L]

So what happens when you don't know who your friends are?
Who does that make you?

I'm not sulking, non. Hell, at least I got a criminal for a roomie.

Sep. 24th, 2012



[In black fountain pen that splotches with pauses that require memory.]

Ich weiß nicht, was soll es bedeuten,
Daß ich so traurig bin;
Ein Märchen aus alten Zeiten,
Das kommt mir nicht aus dem Sinn.

[Translation so you don't have to search:
I know not if there is a reason,
Why I am so sad at heart;
A legend of bygone ages,
Haunts me and will not depart.]

Sep. 23rd, 2012


[Public, as Erik L.]

Any chess players? I seem to have lost my partner.

Sep. 18th, 2012


[Private to Kurt Wagner]

You still go to church, fuzzy? I know we ain't the same religion technically, but I do love the big cathedrals.

[Public as Rogue]

I got myself an overprotective man in my head. It's almost like Charles was here.

Sep. 15th, 2012



[As 'Nightcrawler']

There is a vast community here, I see, of many types of people. I wish to know what you think about forgiveness. When it can be offered, that is, and what it means to give it. Whether it can help the person who forgives as well as the forgiven. I know what God says on this matter, but I would like to hear what man says, as well.

Sep. 11th, 2012


[locked to dixon j]

[...] I saw a name that I recognized, and I thought I might as well check in. Brought to Las Vegas by a voice, Dixon, or something else?


[Public and Anonymously]

Someone got a couple Marvel newspapers they want to copy paste for me? I don't want to give my kid a heart attack cause her best friends forever died in a freak accident.

[Text to Shailee Thakkar]

Any chance you're in Vegas? If so, the word Passages mean anything to you?

[Call to Bianca S.]

ring, ring

Sep. 7th, 2012



Initially I thought I was having a stroke, so the journal is reassuring. Just the voices of fictional characters, not a quietly imploding artery in my brain.