Enough!

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Okay, ladies and gentlemen, look out the window will you? Go ahead an look. You see that? That's the rest of the world, the world is spinning, the world is going on with it's daily life. Maybe we should too.

I mean, around here, everyone's flailing and "oh noes!-ing" around because of some mutant wackjobs. Mutant wackjobs? Guys, for us, that's THURSDAY.

ENOUGH ALREADY. They didn't kill us, they didn't even dent us (which I keep hearing over and over and OVER) so fine, pick up and move ON. Stare at your navel long enough and you will shove your head up your own ass.

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As a small but vital point, I am known as Mr. Laverne. Though my father assures me I am indeed his son in all but name, what remains is, well, the name. The Marius St. Croixes number in two. One of them significantly less illustrious than either myself or my grandfather.

Strange my name should be invoked in this context, for in point of fact while I was as you say "at my unfortunate worst in a hospital bed" I was tendered a similar speech. There were rather less emphasis on roses and rather more on the department grasping that the worst had not befallen me and not being what I believe is technically known as "angst-ridden twat". As I was at that point looking at what was now the third of my ever-worsening near-death experiences thanks to the genetic scattershot that was the glory of my own mutation one can imagine I did not, in fact, appreciate these sentiments.

However, they were not wrong.

The drive one finds precipitated by imminent doom acts as a brilliant focuser. In fact, I became so very focused upon battling that force that had me in its nonexistant mercies I embarked upon that which was without doubt the most disastrous summer holiday on personal record. The results do not bear retelling in such a forum, but suffice it to say happy fluffy puppies featured nowhere in them.

Certainly no one can dictate the feelings of another, nor how deeply mired in a situation one has been forced. It is rather a characteristic of perspective that it depends highly upon, well, perspective. Which -- if an observation may be made by a callow youth who has enjoyed the tunnel-vision understandable when one is every day waking up to find their bits failing, changing or completely dropping off due the whim of nature -- might find occasional compromise.


Now I return to my corner and assume the blanks can be filled with "Shut up, Marius," as is so often the appropriate response when I run off about that which I know not of. The precedent is certainly ample.

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My apologies, squire, didn't mean to get your name wrong.

And like I said, yeah, she is right about the need to take stock and remember the good things. I genuinely wasn't taking the piss.

But as you know yourself, there's a time and place, and there are ways of doing it.

Talking about how that people are saying "they didn't dent us" and that the affected "should pick up and move on" when my girlfriend (among others) is still in a hospital bed is not the way to do it.

[x-emplate.livejournal.com]

No worries. It is a common mistake. It is a compliment to my lifelong pursuit of the flawless imitation of legitimacy.

Indeed, Jen is Fierce. And, of important note, at that time of night also remarkably incoherent. It was difficult to decipher through all the Hate, but I believe what she meant was that in the grand scheme of things this is hardly the end. I do not know if there was half this much upset when a city was destroyed, as that event overlapped with a particularly pronounced bit of self-involvement on my part, but that was at least as bad. Possibly worse, as it was a terrorist attack on a major urban centre rather than the offices of a sympathetic NGO. I find it preciously naive to believe publicised acts of genetic supremecy will not spawn more riots, but those have come and shall again.

Of course, I might have a rather unreasonable view of this as the first fieldtrip I ever undertook with the school in 2005 was to Seattle.

As amusing as the public catfight might have under other circumstances been I can't say I'm disagreeing on the time and the place. But I do take her point. Those of us who lack the personal investment -- in what is I'm sure is shocking in light of the fact that most of the school's population is comprised of those below the age of 18 and by nature of our status shut out of all direct influence in global and domestic affairs, we are a bit worn trying to care about that which we do not care about, if you gather my meaning.

So clearly there is one solution. The student body must be collected and delicately isolated into a series of small, carefully stored boxes. It shall eliminate the need for both enforced political awareness and the necessity of effecting numerous school regulations to keep us safe from the intentions of various mobs and marauding psychobaths. How can we do anything but gain?

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So clearly there is one solution. The student body must be collected and delicately isolated into a series of small, carefully stored boxes. It shall eliminate the need for both enforced political awareness and the necessity of effecting numerous school regulations to keep us safe from the intentions of various mobs and marauding psychobaths. How can we do anything but gain?

Best bloody idea I've heard since the plastic bubble for Nate was first brought up (Just joking, Nate. You know me - laugh or I have to cry).

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The student body must be collected and delicately isolated into a series of small, carefully stored boxes.

Make you easier to keep track of, in any case.

Also, I really do not want to know about psychobaths. What, Sabertooth attack you with one of those squeeky rubber duckies and a loofah?

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The staff, for reasons unfathomable, have not yet resorted to ankle bracelets or any sort of overt tracking devices other than those that may be inconspicuously inserted into generally-issued mobile phones.

For the students, that is.

I felt I should be the first to voice the serious concerns my generation hold regarding the threat posed to mutant/human international relations by the fanatical pumice stone of purity. The backlash from such acts of terrorism is quite damaging to those of us living in facility of publically avowed mutants, and of course there would be those untidy little grey flakes.

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Man, that'd have made my life last month a FUCKLOT easier if he had.