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[X-Mansion people]

I'm sure you've seen the news - Captain America has informed there is an infection that is causing the hysteria. If you've been in the city, please let me know. If you haven't - please stay away. If you are hallucinating, or feeling ill tell me and we'll be sure that you get the medical attention you need.

[Erik L]

Where are you?

[Narrow, beautiful letters.]

Seventh year, at last.

[Public]

Day Two of Solitary Confinement in the Ravenclaw Tower:

Fluffy the Welsh Green has refused a peace treaty for the common room couch. Tensions are running high as pumpkin juice runneth low. Gerardo the Giant Squid demanded that I study early for Charms this year. Since when has he been in charge of my life? Just because he's got more arms on him, he thinks he can tell me what to do? Well, bugger that. I beat him at chess a day ago, making me Queen Supreme of not only the common room, but the Tower as a whole. Damn them all. If I must endure yet another night alone in this Tower, I will take all the pumpkin juice for myself. And, I won't even bother to study Charms! Well, maybe just a bit. After a nap.

[Public]

I'm bored.

[Added later:] What are the other doors? How do I get there?

[Locked to X-Mansion Residents]

Hey, uh. So what can everyone do?

Who: Bobby Drake
What: Contemplation.
Where: The X-mansion
/When: today, shortly proceeding journal entry
Warnings/Rating: A single naughty word. GASP.

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[Charles X./Bobby D.]

Hey. Um. I don't know if you know who I am, but [Bobby forgets to finish the sentence, at first because he can't think of what to say, and later because he gets distracted by shiny.]

[Since his arrival, Bobby has all sorts of questions about this world and what it was like for mutants. Are the X-men here? The Brotherhood? The MRD? Is it even safe? Still, there weren't good ways to just ask any of it. Not without putting himself in danger. Instead, when he finally posts, scrawling across his tablet with a stylus and blue "ink," it's in a classical Drake manner:]

Hello, God? Are you there? It's me, Bobby.

[He doodles a snowman in the corner idly.]