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[x_magik]

Kitty told me that these journals are used for communication, and to tell others what you are thinking, and she showed me how to use them. Since everyone else seems to be attending to their studies at the moment (or, I observe, pretending to), I thought I should try to make sense out of this journal system. I am not entirely sure what I should write, but I shall endeavor to do it properly.

I am very pleased to be out of the infirmary. I am strictly determined to never go back, as there is only so much fussing-over I can take in any given year, and my quota has been met for this year and all previous years of my existence. This "modern medicine" seems to involve a lot of rest, and while I am not strictly against sleeping, it seems to me that it should be done in moderation.

It has been nice to meet people again. Most of you are quite a bit like I remember you, which is surprising really, because I thought that most of you would be dead by the time I managed to return. Certainly many of you seem to spend a good deal of time putting yourselves in situations where you are in direct danger, if what you write on these things is any indication.

Piotr is still on his, I can't remember what he called it, the thing where he goes to learn intelligence or something. It has to do with learning things he's not supposed to be learning. I am dubious as to whether he will succeed in this area, as my memory of him both before and after Limbo seems to indicate that he is not a very subtle individual. Perhaps it is my impression of subterfuge on Earth that leads me to such a conclusion; it is entirely possible that loud, large Russian men given to tears and sentimentality are the perfect candidates for such a position here, and in that case I apologise.

Or perhaps they need someone to draw tasteful diagrams on occasion. This is a task I am sure my brother is up to, as he is an excellent artist, and definitely capable of drawing diagrams.

I hope that he gets back soon, as I have noticed that people here have more than one set of clothes, and I should probably have my own clothing as well. I notice that people on Earth take clothing quite seriously, and have read a number of very confusing books -- no, sorry, I think they're called magazines, the ones with the pages that tear easily -- on the subject during my sojourn in the medlab.

Using this keyboard is very boring, and it takes a very long time. (I think this may be my inexperience, since Kitty didn't seem to have a problem with it. She did it with more than one finger per hand as well.) Whomever took it into their heads to design it in such a way ought to be subject to a very thorough thrashing. Until then, I probably have something I'm more obligated to do than share my thoughts.

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How very interesting...

[x-empath.livejournal.com]

I don't think I know you. Either before, or now. You're the one who disappeared and then reappeared all grown up, right? Then got sick?

The Infirmary does suck, though. It would be much better if there weren't doctors there.

Manuel

Re: How very interesting...

[x-snowflake.livejournal.com]

No, I don't think we've been introduced yet. I am the one who aged eight or so years in an alternate dimension, yes.

I think without doctors the medlab would simply be a few rooms holding dangerous equipment. And since there are no doctors, nobody would tell you not to touch the dangerous equipment, and you'd end up worse off than before.

I think the solution is to eliminate the infirmary altogether, and let people fend for themselves. Although as people go, the doctors here are fairly acceptable.

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[x-kitten.livejournal.com]

think the solution is to eliminate the infirmary altogether, and let people fend for themselves.

Sounds like social darwinism to me.

Anyway, yeah, I'm with Jubes, we could definitely hit a shopping mall and get you clothes, but in the meantime you're free to borrow my stuff - we're about the same size.

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[x-snowflake.livejournal.com]

Social...? No, nevermind, I'll look it up. I think I shall have to start carrying a dictionary.

Thank you so much for the borrowing of the clothes. Although I daresay you'd like them back long before Piotr gets tired of his "intelligence" holiday.

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[x-kitten.livejournal.com]

There's a couple of texts in the library, if you want to look into it more.

And you're welcome. The shopping would be to forestall the need for you to keep them. :)

We can deal with clothes.

[x-jubilee.livejournal.com]

Yana,

I'm sure Chuck won't mind us takin' you shoppin' for clothing and it'll give you and me time to catch up. Although, we might wanna drag along someone like Monet or Kitty as well, as everyone here seems to think I have no taste in colour...can't think why. *grins*

Know I haven't been in the room much lately except when doing my impression of a log, am definitely going to have to get together some kind of movie night between us roomies.

Re: We can deal with clothes.

[x-kitten.livejournal.com]

Roomie bonding is definitely in order, as is shopping.

Re: We can deal with clothes.

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

This is because you -persist- in wearing bright yellow and bright green in the same outfit.

It is -blinding-.

If this is not just a roommates-only outing, I would like to go though.

If nothing else, someone with some sense should come. (Monet does _not_ have fashion sense. No one who owns platform shoes like that can claim fashion sense. It is horrific.)

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[x-blink.livejournal.com]

personally, I'm terrified of her stilettos.

she's going to stab us all while we sleep!!

Re: We can deal with clothes.

[x-jubilee.livejournal.com]

Of course you can come. And green and yellow go together, they're like...corn dogs and mustard.

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[x-snowflake.livejournal.com]

Is Chuck that large fellow who looks as though he ought to be doing heavy labour somewhere in the mountains? I hope he doesn't mind. Although outrunning him wouldn't be too difficult.

Movies -- that's like television, right? I think we should absolutely do that. And shopping, since it's not contingent on my brother returning to the lands of the living or anything.

Does colour matter very much for clothes?

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[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

"Chuck" is Jubilee's affectionate term for Professor Xavier.

She has a chronic inability to refer to adults by their proper titles. I blame the gum-chewing. It has rotted her brain.

The person you are referring to, I belive, is Mr. Marko. He is the groundskeeper and has no real decision-making power about whether or not we go out.

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[x-snowflake.livejournal.com]

'Chuck' for Professor Xavier?

It has a certain ring, I suppose.

Mr Marko doesn't teach anything, then?

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[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

...

Mr. Marko teaching anything would be either -very- scary, or very, very funny.

He is not overly fond of most of us.

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[x-snowflake.livejournal.com]

He dislikes the students? Or everyone in general?

And for either answer, why?

[x-cloud.livejournal.com]

Hello! My name is Jane and I just got here a few weeks ago, so we never met before. Or, if we did, I don't remember because I have amnesia. But we probably didn't, because nobody knows who or where I was before.

Anyway, I can sympathize with your feelings about the medlab. Hospitals suck.

I am also confused about clothing. Sometimes my roomies have to remind me that I must wear clothing to fit in around here. I'm actually making a bit of a study of it, since clothing can also communicate things about yourself to other people. I have a book that talks about it. Would you like to borrow it? Also, we could go shopping. I get an allowance from Professor Xavier, so you probably do, too, right? Well, I'm not too up on clothes quite yet, but Lorna and Alison -- and Angie and Marie and probably lots of other people here, too -- know LOADS of stuff about clothes and I bet they would be willing to help you like they helped me.

So, I hope that you are all better now, and maybe we could be friends? See you around!

[x-snowflake.livejournal.com]

Hello, Jane. I'm Illyana, and I don't think we've met, as I've absolutely no memory of you. I think you must have come here after my unfortunate incident with an alternate dimension, and before I got out of the medlab thanks to that incident.

You've got amnesia? That must be uncomfortable.

People seem to make quite a fuss about clothes here -- everyone's worried about colour and style and things like that. And having more than one set. I find it quite perplexing. I am not against wearing them, however. I find it hard to believe that clothing communicates things to other people. Is this a mutant thing?

[x-cloud.livejournal.com]

Yes, it is uncomfortable not to have any memory of my past, but it isn't the worst thing ever, so I'm fine.

I do not think it is a muntant thing, I think it's just a people thing. Clothing communicates your socio-economic status, your subculture, your profession sometimes, lots of stuff! Do you want to borrow my book?

[x-snowflake.livejournal.com]

I do not think it is a muntant thing, I think it's just a people thing.

Ah. I shall chalk it up to "stupid things people here do", then. I mean, what if somebody purposefully dressed out of character, to trick the people around them into false assumptions? You'd be fooled awfully easily if you went by their clothing.

Although your offer is very generous, I must decline. Most of my people-judging occurs through interaction, you see.

[x-pete.livejournal.com]

>>>Perhaps it is my impression of subterfuge on Earth that leads me to such a conclusion; it is entirely possible that loud, large Russian men given to tears and sentimentality are the perfect candidates for such a position here, and in that case I apologise.<<<

Whether you intended it or not, this is the most amusing thing I've read in the last few days. Thank you.

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[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

I am not quite sure what to say, greetings are generally so awkward, and more so in this instance.

If you do not remember, I am Marie-Ange - I am in your brother's Art class (It was his. Mr. Logan teaches it now.).

Typing on the keyboard -should- get easier as you get used to using it. Just do not watch Doug or Kitty type. It is frightening. They are inhumanly fast.

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[x-snowflake.livejournal.com]

Marie-Ange? I think I remember you a bit. Did you make pictures of some sort with your power? Or perhaps I just remember drawings and things -- it gets hard to keep track of sometimes.

I hope typing gets easier. I keep losing the key that makes capital letters, which is very frustrating.

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[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

That is part of my power, yes. I can make solid illusions out of pictures. It is not a very good explanation, probably because I think that the staff is not completly sure how my power works.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty sure fashion magazines are scary and not to be trusted. That may just be on account of being a guy, though.

Typing'll get easier as you get used to it--some things haven't changed, though, you thought it was boring before too. :) Learning typing is really boring, though, especially the way I did, practicing fingering while the teacher drones on about exercises like "I, I, I, space. I, I, I, space" until you feel like tossing the keyboard at him.

Or sneaking video games into the classroom. But I wouldn't know anything about that. Really. This is my innocent font. ;)

Glad you're out of the medlab.

[x-snowflake.livejournal.com]

Men don't read them? Hmm. I suppose articles on women's clothing aren't really very appealing to the male populace, now I think of it. Although there are a fair number of articles relating to men.

If I am ever forced to take a class such as the one you described, I think I may be moved to protest. Finding the 'I' key is not so difficult.

Glad to be out of the medlab. Thank you.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

It was to get us to get used to hitting it with the middle finger of the right hand, or something, I'm pretty sure. We did the same thing for practically every single letter of the alphabet.

Or, well, most people did. Some people slouched in the back and played Joust when the teacher wasn't looking. Worked out to about the same thing by the end of the semester.

. . . Hey, you've been eating evil medlab food all this time, haven't you? Want cookies? Bobby used the last of the chocolate chips in some fudge ripple the other day (I think, anyway; somebody ate 'em, is the point) but the grocery store's only a hop away.