Conference notes

[x-celsis.livejournal.com]

If you are going to choose an appropriate person to draft legislative guidelines for telepaths in financial institutions, it's best not to choose someone with serious and quite bizarre and deluded obsessions with mutants. Particularly mutant pornography.

Why do we not pick people like this, children? Because we don't think that way for very long. Not when we think that way about people who can change your mind for you.

At no point in his life will he make chicken noises. Or vomit uncontrollably. Or take off his pants in public.

Consider it a win for Charles Xavier's ethics classes.

Attend those lessons well, children. Learn at the feet of the master.

But do not expect legislation restricting telepaths from jobs in the finance sector at any point in the near future. If at all.

Did everyone else have a fun conference?

Your benevolent mistress

Emma

PS I believe some of you saved the world again. Well done. Treat yourself to champagne and caviar and send me the tab.

PPS Jake, welcome back and thank you for allowing me free and full access to your mind, in the pursuit of said saving the world. Remember, I am willing to shoot you again. Until that is required, the sound you will hear from me, if you choose to attempt to speak to me, will be some form of uncontrolled and quite possibly hysterical laughter. What, in the name of all that is sane, were you thinking?

Comments

[x-jubilee.livejournal.com]

Weren't you going to charge Remy for that guy? I'm sure I remember money being involved.

[x-celsis.livejournal.com]

I decided to amuse myself in other ways.

[x-jubilee.livejournal.com]

So I see. So, this whole saving of the world thing, would that be rewarded in say, an upgrade to business class on the flight back to New York?

[x-celsis.livejournal.com]

That would hardly be character-building now, would it? Think of economy-class as a lesson in values.

Or something.

If you survive the trip without biting anyone, there may be some form of reward waiting for you in the offices. The alcoholic output of a small, semi-industrialised nation, perhaps.

[x-jubilee.livejournal.com]

You say such nice things, Aunty Em. No biting, got it. What is your stance on setting people on fire?

[x-celsis.livejournal.com]

See previous note re: Charles' ethics classes. If you consider doing anything ethically ambiguous on the trip home, imagine him frowning at you while lecturing.

If nothing else, the boredom should put you to sleep until you touch down, thus preventing you being ethically derelict in your duties.

If that doesn't work, I suggest Sudoku.

[x-jubilee.livejournal.com]

Mmm, sleep. I like the way you think. And they're calling my flight. If my plane crashes into the ocean, give Illyana my pot plant.

[x-celsis.livejournal.com]

Hasn't your pot plant suffered enough?

[x-jubilee.livejournal.com]

It's a hardy little plant, we wouldn't want it to develop bad habits like gaining a will to live.

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

Did you know that if you did not spend all of your money on alcohol and food, that you could possibly afford to upgrade your seats all by yourself?

[x-jubilee.livejournal.com]

Where's the challange in that?

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

I happen to like not annoying the people who sign my paychecks who could also incidentally erase my brain or end my life.

[x-jubilee.livejournal.com]

I like to think my charming personality keeps me safe. Or, if not that the fact that killing me would make someone sad. Then there's the endless amusement they can find wandering through my cesspool of a head. I like to think I add something to their lives of endless efficiency.

[x-courier.livejournal.com]

Emma, love, you know I never could resist a pretty girl, particularly if her name was Frost. Besides, I thought we'd decided to agree that you merely shot at me? Perhaps I thought you'd like the opportunity to try again.

When are you taking me out for a ridiculously overpriced dinner? No one terrorises the waitstaff like you. I find I've rather missed that. If need be, I can wait until the giggles subside.

[x-celsis.livejournal.com]

Shoot you, shoot at you: comme ci, comme ca. Business is one thing; personal leads to better aim.

I don't terrorise waitstaff. I educate waitstaff. Sometimes right out of being waitstaff ever again, but that is not my issue.

Dinner. Perhaps after Easter. I've missed the - gusto - with which you enjoy food.

[x-courier.livejournal.com]

Taking things personally? Emma, darling, people might start to think that you care.

And I don't care what you do to the waitstaff, it's terribly entertaining either way. Especially when you make them cry.

After Easter would be...wait, I need a calendar. After my birthday, then? That should work. If you feel the need to shoot me before then, just ring me.

[x-celsis.livejournal.com]

Don't think of it as caring. Think of it as enforcing appropriate behavioural boundaries.

Do they cry? How inconsiderate of them. It's bad enough that they're incompetent; incompetent and moist is a rather horrid combination.

Is it your birthday soon? Well done. Please do try not to grow up. I rather like you as you are.

[x-courier.livejournal.com]

Well then. I promise to be on my very best behaviour. I'd hate for you to have to enforce any boundaries with me.

Feign ignorance all you want, but I refuse to believe that you don't fall asleep at night replaying the sounds of their sobs.

Anything for you, my dear. Fortunately, I rather like me as I am, too.