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[x_icarus]

So I'm told that part of my introduction to this place is to keep a computer journal here. Never had a computer of my own at home, so I'm not quite sure how to work this thing. Not that I'll be using this much, I don't think, since I don't really have anything to say.

Anyway. Hello, I'm Jay. Pretty hard to miss, with the long hair, big tattoo on my arm, huge red wings coming out of my back and whatnot. And before Paige starts telling any stories, yes I'm a Guthrie too. Seems like all of us are coming out to be muties. Next thing you know Liz will be growing into a giant or something.

Pardon me if I don't return pleasantries often. I'm not in the best of moods, what with the hate crimes and all.

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[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

You're still a dorkpants.

Does he know about Jono too? (And how's Jono doing, d'you know? I worry.)

[x-icarus.livejournal.com]

Jono? What's a Jono?

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Paige's other boyfriend. I'm still not sure how that works exactly.

[x-icarus.livejournal.com]

Other? She's got two? I'm lost.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Yep, pretty much. It seems a little weird to me, but they seem to be OK with it, so hey.

[x-icarus.livejournal.com]

And I reckoned I was the weird one.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Paige rips off her own skin, too. I think she's weirder than you are.

Is that reassuring, or not?

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

Yes, um. Good job. Do continue telling my family things that possibly totalled my relationship with my other brother that I was trying to let him (and the rest of my family) know in person. Okay.

The part where you called it weird was especially touching.

He's (Jono) still possibly dying. You know how that is. Worry away and I'll go tend to my other boyfriend...

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

Would you believe my body woke me up at three in the morning with horrible dreams so I could write this? Yeah. Excuse the not making sense. Normal people are sleeping. I'm trying to type with my eyes half awake.

You didn't deserve that and I'm sorry. My faults are not your fault, etcetc. I only seem to be able to go between giddy three-year-old and crotchety old woman (rocking chair and 70 cats sold seperately) the last little bit. Sure you can figure out the reason, smart one. Can't totally take it back because, well, owie, but... yes. No grr.

Sleep now. Making sense later.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Erk. I'm still sorry for running off at the fingers like that; I should've known better. And I didn't know Jono--he's really dying? Oh, hell.

Can I (try to) make it up to you? Anything from fudge on up to your own crack team of personal gofers, you name it.

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

Hey, my crazycrazy family is not your fault. Hopefully Jay is a little bit more openminded. He's good like that.

(Hey Jay, aren't I great talking about you like you can't read this? :) Morning, sweetie.)

I'm sure I'm supposed to be lying or covering up or something equally secretive, but honestly, I don't really care at the moment, especially since probably only you and Jay are reading this far back.

Jono's essentially breaking up from the inside out due to his mutation. Logically, if it continues, he'll just cease having a solid form. If that means he ceases existing, I don't know. Just don't pity him when he comes back; I'd prefer a lack of boyfriend hate.

Well, I still have a heck of a lot of that pan of vanilla from last time; (not that you or Alison had anything to do with it) don't you worry about it, chickpea.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Damn.

No pity, no. Sympathy, carefully expressed so it doesn't get mixed up, maybe--it might be possible that something sucks worse than your mutation going haywire in lethal fashion, but I'm not in a hurry to find out.

They'll figure something out for Jono. There's more big brains around here than Stockholm in December.

And if you think of anything I can do, you just ask.