*feels fannish*

[ashenmote.livejournal.com]

Uh, hu. If I start biting nails again, it is all your fault. It's terribly exciting to see the plot unfold right now, with Gambit on the loose and cracking Scott and all which is bubbling in the background.

Also, I think I want a Paige, too. <3

And if any character needs to say something in german without a distinct babelfish accent *cough*, I offer for translation. Just drop me a note on AIM, Mail or my journal, anytime.

Comments

[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

You wanna bet? Wait till he wakes up and finds out I'm the one who had him put under for two days!

Deader than dead.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but that leaves you two whole days!

[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but that also leaves him the Black Bird to catch up to me with.

Am doomed.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

You're missing my point. You might be doomed, but you have forty-eight hours in which to live it up before the doom falls.

Like we say back home, if you're gonna get caught for tipping the one cow, you might as well tip the whole herd while you're out there. (Not that I'd ever. Mom would nail me over the mantel by my ears, I pulled something like that on animals and her a vet.)

[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah. I'm living out my last 48 hours reading a near demented man's doomsday scenarios.

...

That's it. I'm going to get chocolate chip cookies. HA.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Chocolate chip cookies and paranoid fantasies. Man, you ex-rock-stars sure know how to party . . .

[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

And milk. MILK!

*grumps*

The one with paranoid fantasies is currently knocked out in the medlab. Nyah.