Jamie Madrox

Car's all packed, U-Haul's all packed, cute baby's first birthday all celebrated, so I guess we're gonna take off. Watch for Kitty's name in the big physics journals, everybody--smart money's on within the year. ;) And look us up if you're ever out on the Weird Coast.

I mean West Coast. Oops. Blame Lorna.

Catch you all later.

Good morning, everybody. Lovely weather, isn't it? Best sunrise I've seen in ages.

Oh, and if you happen to see her today, feel free to wish my fiancee a happy birthday. :)

OK, getting caught on both sides of an interdimensional void still not fun the morning after. I should probably be counting my blessings, given the last time a dupe vanished out of my brain like that, it knocked me out for a day and Alison had to drag me in for therapy, but right now, all I want to count are my aspirin.

Dammit, where did I put my aspirin?

I passed my first Danger Room session! I am filled with glee!
And I have decided that everyone needs to share my glee!

Now, I know a delivery job is kind of menial, and Manhattan in January is no place for a lady of your refinement and breeding. But you know I love you. You don't have to make unhappy noises in third gear just to get my attention.

I tell you what, though, I'll be down in a minute with those tools you like, and if you tell me where it hurts I promise I'll make it all better.

Okay, I'm bored, and I actually caught Catseye chasing her tail, so clearly there isn't enough to do around here today.

Who wants to help me teach Catseye how to play video games? I figure we fire up some UT and hand her a grenade launcher, we might keep her interested for a while. And if she wanders off, hey, good old multiplayer tournament action. Anybody else want in?

Thanks for letting us know, Mr. Summers.

Although I somehow think we forgot to mention we were leaving to anybody but Mr. Summers and the Professor. Oops. Yeah, Kitty and I went down to Canaveral for the weekend and I have plenty of freeze-dried astronaut food for people who want some.

And we just can't leave you people alone for a minute, can we? Kitty's vanished into the server room and I may never see her again (or anyway for values of "never" that involve "until she and Doug are their usual scarily brilliant selves and pull off a miracle," so I'm not complaining) and I gather there's some sort of medlab food-ferrying drive going on that do you guys need a few extra warm bodies for that?

Oh, and speaking of food, hey, Alex, next time you talk to your girlfriend tell her it spoils all the fun of coincidentally running into people you know on vacation if you can't at least wait half an hour to talk to all of them. Tell her I expect contrition and penance possibly in edible form. :)

I really like my delivery job, is the thing, but you'd be amazed how many people don't seem to think that guys with lovingly-maintained classic sports cars really need adequate tips. I think I've heard so many variations on "with that car you need money?" that I'm gonna go verklempt any minute now. And if I ever need to mutter disparaging things in Yiddish I have this whole vocabulary that I'm not sure I want to know what it all means, yeesh.

'Course, then I get days like this afternoon where I took a half-a-dozen loaves of challah bread out to Mrs. Smetski in Brooklyn and it turns out she's about a hundred years older than God and must've dated Lee Iacocca in high school or something with as much as she knows about Mustangs. Also her knishes are amazing. So it's averaging out pretty well in satisfaction even if I could maybe use a little more cash.

Have managed to escape captivity and find my way back here. Although I wonder if Lockheed's learned his lesson about stowing away in people's duffel bags.

And what great news to come back to! Yay, Paige Who Is Talking To People Again Instead Of Being In Isolation.

I was gonna ask for help moving to the suite Doug and I are upgrading to, but hey, everybody go carefully dogpile Paige one at a time while following all medlab rules and regulations, I'll catch everybody later this week. :)

Edited to add: Hey, happy birthday, Sam. Middle of October is clearly a boring month on farms. :)