you burn too bright, you live too fast

X-PROJECT - AN X-MEN MOVIEVERSE RPG

PHASE 1



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I get that you are all trying to help with your enthusiasic optimism. That somehow, if I have hope, then it will be okay. It will get me through this.

Let me state two things, however:
1) I have already been through this. "There's a chance" will not get you through anything. It just makes it harder afterwords.
2) I know a lot more about what exactly happened, about Jay and his mutation, then you do. When whatever example you want to use today survived certain death, none of them had the only reason they could have ripped out of them. Jay did.

If you have any respect for me whatsoever, stop shoving in my face how much you believe he's alive until there is a body. If a body means knowing exactly what they did to him, I don't want one. I want to remember Jay, not a bloody mess of tissue.

Thank you to the offers of kindness regarding my other post, and to my stupid older brother for not waiting for a reply and breaking into my lab with cookies anyway. Even though I don't really eat cookies.

For I have LISTS!  Dundunduuuun...

1.) Okay, so.  Techinically it's not even December yes, so the Garland should be safe in it's cubby, but then Dani made pretty little signwhatsits and the Garland feels left out, so.  Uhm.

I might have hauled it out.  And put it on the banister.  I didn't put the lights on yet, though!  Because they were the old kind and I would like to suggest the purchasing of environment friendly glowy things, please.

2.) How's the party planning going?  What's everyone going as?  If you don't know what party I'm talking about, go up or down a flight of stairs, yes that means you have to come out of your room/lab/other, and find a wall.  On it, will be a poster.  Or several.  Read it.

3.) Jono will be getting an apartment in the city; the lease starts in December.  So, unless there's a mass sugar coma, could anyone be bribed into helping us move some of his stuff over there?  There's not much, most of it is boxes, and only two pieces of furniture, since I like this bed/couch/other dresser/reading chair/table/etc, thank you.

And new purchases come with delivery.

Anyway, movers might be treated to sandwiches and cookies.  Also, I thought I should mention that he will be continuing to teach classes here, so don't fret about that.

4.) Is there a number four?  Uhm.  No, I think I'm done. 

Sorry this is so late!  I've been running labs all day and lost track of the time:

Happy birthday, little bird.  If you'd like, we can go out for late night city apple pie, my treat.  Or you could wait for tomorrow, but what's the fun in that?

All of you. Every single one of you except for Terry who dragged him out by his ear and made him play guitar LOSES. Honestly, if I don't set you out step by step instructions...

THE PLAN
1) At exactly 3:20 pm Jono will be shoved out of our door and into the hallway, most likely with a very confused look on his face. His pants MAY be around his knees, and for this I'm sorry, but I'll try to not have to take that route. This is your cue to grab him, one on each side, and haul him outside.
1b) He's very light, don't worry about it.
2) Outside, I have placed a red scarf so you know where outside, there will be a soccer ball and two goals set up.
3) Use them well.
4) Do not disturb me, I will be passed out, thanks.

(Please, chickpeas? I'll owe you all forever and ever and he needs to be introduced to you newbies anyway. He's also starting to smell a little bit like mothballs; this might air him out.)

Yeah, I don't do politics. I do long equations. Sorry, kids.

Have fun with the being afronted!

Hopefully I'll have cancer cured by the time you get back.






(anyone who thinks a line about the other things I 'do' would be funny will be kicked in the head.)

My dearest John Henry and Julio,

Brilliant. Simply brilliant. I was (literally) green, possibly even with envy.

Really. Jell-o. That's funny. Too bad you're going to die.

Stickily,
Paige

Whoever reprogramed my brain so that I can't stop humming that spelling song with the improper grammar... Rescue Me? I don't know. Whoever did it needs to fix it.

NOW.

In other news, there is no other news because nothing in my brain will stick; MAKE IT STOP. Seriously. My boyfriend beats up people who listen to this sort of music, that is, scowls at them, and I'm not a good candidate for battered wife syndrome.

Remember when I said I couldn't get a cold? Or really, sick in general?

Well, I was right!

However, I can still get a really wicked headache.

Um. Ow? Ow.

I took acetaminophin... I think it just made my headache angry.

Yes, this is totally me asking for some sympathy and somestuff.

Well. Now we know.

The spawn of Satan wears Spandex.

No. I don't care if I signed up for every other day because I have a breath of spare time there, I will make it unspare. Nonono and you can't make me ever again.