Because people LOVE parallel threads on message boards.

[x_maker]

So I'm supposed to be using this journal to express myself and communicate with the rest of the people at the school. The Professor tells me communication's important, and I suppose that it's one of those things that you aren't graded on but it's a test anyway. Fine then.

Apparently everyone here 'does' something. I make stuff. I imagine it in my head, I see it, I make it. If you want some big reason beyond that, just accept that I'm a genius, and leave it at that. Child prodigy, whatever. So that's what I do. Are we "communicating" yet?

Go ahead and stare at the leg when I walk by you in the halls. I know you're going to, and it doesn't bother me. Been used to it for about a year now. Check out the hand, they're a matching set. I don't need your help going up the stairs or opening a door.

Everyone tells me I'm going to like it here, and I'm going to make a lot of new friends. That would be odd, seeing as I'm not certain that I had any old friends, and I'm not sure I'd miss them if I had any. So if I don't run over to shake hands like we're best buddies when you walk into a room, it's not your fault. Unless it is.

This system's set up to buzz me with an email when someone replies to these entries. How quaint. Well, I suppose if this is what passes for communication, it shouldn't be too hard.

EDIT: Yes, Kyle. I've already met you. I can hear you typing like a woodpecker from here.

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Hey, I let you buy me shoes...

[xp_daytripper]

That shopping trip where I let you pick me clothes, remember? Those slip-on things. I even wear them occasionally. It's not my fault they're not waterproof and the weather's taken a turn for the shite.

*ignores the fact the Docs aren't exactly waterproof either*

Aren't you the one...

[x-empath.livejournal.com]

who proclaimed herself the fair English rose and going out into the sun would cause you to spontaneously combust?

Point is, you spend most of your day inside. The slippers I bought you are perfectly practical for just walking around the Mansion.

*sighs*

Manuel

Not spontaneously combust...

[xp_daytripper]

Just sunburn. Luckily I go red then pink then back to white again... :P

I'll wear the slipper. Just don't complain when I sneak up on you because I don't have my clompy boots. ;)

You can't sneak up on me.

[x-empath.livejournal.com]

How many times do I have to tell you this?

It.
Can't.
Be.
Done.

Manuel

PS - Besides, the slippers are sexy.

Not even if I pratice?

[xp_daytripper]

Because sneaking up on people and pouncing on them is fun. *grins*

PS: Fine, the sexy slippers it is. The Docs still smell of oatmeal any way.

You do know that I can feel you coming a mile off, right?

[x-empath.livejournal.com]

You are not the most emotionally subtle person on the planet.

But that's fine. I like you that way.

Manuel

Re: You do know that I can feel you coming a mile off, right?

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

Oh. My. God.

Will you two get a ROOM already?

We have a room already.

[x-empath.livejournal.com]

We can have any room we want.

Manuel

Re: We have a room already.

[xp_daytripper]

Shush. No breaking the new bloke.

I've finished that glamour for your costume tomorrow - can't do it until the last minute, but we can always try out the rest of the outfit... I'll be up there in a minute.

I think it's too late by now.

[x-empath.livejournal.com]

But I like the sound of your plan.

Manuel

Re: We have a room already.

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

And I encourage you to follow that train of thought, just so you know where it derails. You might THINK you can have any room you want, which just makes it painfully obvious that you don't do a lot of thinking.

So tell me, do I not like you because of your powers, or is it just because you're a presumptuous, arrogant asshole?

Either will do.

[x-empath.livejournal.com]

It doesn't make any difference to me.

Manuel

Excuse us, Forge...

[xp_daytripper]

*drags Manuel away from the keyboard*