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From: Manuel
To: Marie-Ange

Just so you know, our little green project is coming along _quite_ nicely. Just went up to check on him, as it is My Week to do so. Looks like we're right on target.

You up for another coffee run at some point? I could use the break, this place has been a little toxic of late.

Let me know.
x_empath: (Hope For The Best)
the Ten Things Learned thing, but when I sat down to think about it, all I did was depress myself. Considering most of them started with "I should not...".

So I think I'll pass.

EDIT: I have learned some positive things. Right now, though, it is more work than it is worth to bring them to my mind. I think the aftermath of what's been going on around here lately is getting to me.
x_empath: (Red Red Wine)
Well, more like a crate than a package. A little care-package from home.

I just wish I knew who it was from. But Security cleared it, so there's no danger in it.

I still can't shake this nagging feeling that something's wrong, something's not right.

Probably just nerves. I need to go take care of preparations for this evening.
x_empath: (Hope For The Best)
She's in such bad shape, mentally. I really feel bad for her.

Everyone, if you could, feel pleasant and friendly feelings at her when she comes out. I speak from experience - the Box is hell on people like us. To be cut off from your own feelings, to feel the cold oppression of those steel walls - it still occasionally gives me nightmares.

So, please - if not for me, then for her. Be gentle with her. Understand her moods. how she feels. She can't help what she's doing - not yet. We're working on it. I learned, so can she. And she is far more well-liked than I ever was, so she should have an easier time of it.
x_empath: (New Empath)
All I wanted was a few cups of coffee, maybe some conversation. Instead, I got some home-grown US terrorism. I presume that someone will recompense the owner for his troubles?

A pity. They had a pretty good cup of basic coffee. The pasties were a touch stale, though. Well, at least the one I was served was.
x_empath: (HEY! YOU!)
Well, I've been back in the States for a few days, but Kitty was nice enough to unlock my laptop for me, and Professor Xavier did some things to my journal so that I can read it now, but not the past entries.

I'm not ready for those yet, he tells me, and I have to concur for now. Too many possible landmines, and I'm still working on reintegrating the Old Me and the New Me.

From what I understand, the Old Me wasn't a very nice guy. So I'll just offer up a blanket apology for any past crimes, real or imagined. I probably don't remember most of them, and those that I do I've talked to the relevant folks about.

So I'm going to stop hermiting and force myself to be more social. Playing Dance Dance Revolution was a good first step. I will beat you, Kitty! It's not my fault I get all distracted while you're playing, and then it gets uncomfy for me to take my turn when you're done. But I can still take you all the way to the ending songs, which are, I must confess, somewhat tricky.

I miss Amanda. Jamie, you're a lucky man.

So who wants to get together and do something sometime? I'm still discovering what I like and what I don't, so here's your chance. Show me what cool stuff you folks do. Maybe I'll like it, maybe I won't.

But I want to try.

Kyle? If your Blueness can go into the pool without weird things happening to the water or to you, want to do more cannonballs? Those were fun.

Angie - want to go out for coffee sometime? Or tea?
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I've decided that I need to listen to more kinds of music. If you've ripped your music collections to OGG or MP3, can you do me a favor and copy them up to a network share so that we can all listen to them?

If you have not, I would like to do the ripping and the copying so that we can all share our music with each other.

Mine are up on the MUSIC share, under a folder called Manuel. Lots of euro-techno, trance, some industrial. I'm working on getting Amanda's collection ripped and posted as well.

So - do you think you can all help me out here?
x_empath: (iPod Two)
Is the new Rammstein album.

http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B0002XDODU.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg

Mmm. Amerika.
x_empath: (Business Casual)
I think I'll take these courses:

Speech (since I did so _very_ well last time, I have much to make up for)
Business Maths
Economics
Music
World Government (does this class cover how to rule the world?)
Fencing

They sound like fun.

EDIT: I've decided that I should do some more stuff as well - I've got the eidetic memory now, I may as well put it to use.

I'm also going to take that sex class. That should be easy. And Moira's power-training class. Although I don't know if she will be able to help.

Guess I'd better get back to training for that one. As soon as someone's done decorating my bathroom with the nonexistant contents of her stomach.

Rommmates

Aug. 25th, 2004 06:07 pm
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Since it looks like I'm going to lose my solo room status ...

(dammit)

Shinobi? Up for putting us Lords Cardinal in the same suite?

Manuel
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I think that everyone, Asgard returnees and those left behind, could really use a party. Relax, tell our stories, have a good time.

I'm throwing my journal open for planning purposes. Anyone think this is a good idea, and if so, how do you want to go about doing it?

I can contribute financially, but I can't float this entire thing on my own. Can any of you pony up some dollars so that we can do this right?

I'm thinking that we rent out a hall somewhere and decorate it like those meadhalls that so many of us spent so much time in. We can eat, drink, and those of us who went to Asgard can tell our stories to everyone.

Sound like fun?

Manuel
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I've had a lot of time to think about things - what I've done, and how I've done it.

Time to make some changes in my life. And while I can't undo what damage I've already done (not even _my_ power will allow me to do _that_) I can make sure that no additional damage is done, and that I avoid turning into the monster in the chair.

*blinks*

That was fairly obscure, I know, but the people who need to know what that is all about already do.

I'm going to the spa with Alison later, assuming that she has no objections. After that, I should really reach out, try to connect with more people. I've been spending too much time enslaved toinvolved with Amanda, and I've been neglecting the wide range of possibilities out there.

In the spirit of honesty, I should say that I can use my power fully, even with the dampener right now. I have an appointment tomorrow with Charles and Dr Samson and Dr MacTaggert about the full extent of the changes and control I now have over my power. At least, I think I do. If I don't, then I'll make one as soon as I possibly can. I should not presume on other peoples' schedules. Last night was somewhat hectic, and I was in an interesting emotional place.

So assuming that I haven't terrorized everyone by now - anyone up for just a little social interaction? I do play cards, if anyone's interested in a quick hand of poker or blackjack? I also promised a dinner a while back to some people - I've been lax about setting that up. Dinner for three, then?

Manuel

PS - I never thought the ability to say "No" would feel so very, very good.
x_empath: (Musical)
So.

last Friday night - classical music in the park. A very pleasant evening. Amanda's loathing for civilized music didn't drive me too insane (See? I told you I could hold a one-layer shield for hours, Nathan!) and the performance was actually fairly good - for amateur musicians. The Vienna Philharmonic they're not.

Golf on Saturday was also very pleasant. I am quite rusty at the sport, and not only did the little Scot she-devil thoroughly trounce all of us (and she had the great gall to feel bad about it, too!) but Piotr also managed to come out ahead. His superior size and mass means he's a very, very good long ball hitter.

I should go golfing more often. It's really quite soothing, especially when _certain_ someones do their very best to disturb me with their petty bickering.

Ahh, I can't get too upset.

Doug, Marie-Ange - I'm afraid my schedule won't free up for several days yet. Once it does, I'll drop you a note about dinner. My treat. Amanda, do you think that it would kill you to clean up a little and have dinner with us? If you're not willing, then I can always ask Jubilee. She cleans up quite nicely.
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going on today, I'm going to spend much of today in my room, practicing this wonderful new shielding technique Galin taught me, and listening to music.

I don't need to be adding to the bad feelings floating around today.

Would anyone like to give me grief again for trying to be considerate of people's feelings like some of you did yesterday when I was having my bad day?

Manuel
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If anyone winds up getting righteously pissed and doesn't know why, that's probably my fault. I am trying not to project it all over the place, but if you see me walk by and you get angry, that's either because your name is Jamie Madrox or it is because I'm leaking again.

You can start laughing now in triumph, Nathan. You got to me.

Ahhh, screw it. I'll just go outside and not bother anyone else. If you value your emotional sanctity, don't disturb me today.

Manuel

London

Jun. 7th, 2004 09:20 pm
x_empath: (wannafuck?)
So I'm here in London.

Amanda's conked out on the bed - guess she wasn't energetic enough to keep up for long.

The city is cold, rainy, wet, drab, and miserable. And to someone like me, it's an absolute riot of color.

But I just can't seem to get comfortable. And no, it's not because Amanda stole my favorite dress shirt - blast it all. The townies here are rude and they absolutely hate foreigners. Tomorrow we're scheduled to go meet Amanda's ... mother, for lack of a better term. The woman who raised her.

I just want you all to know that in the event of my death or transformation into an amphibian I am leaving all of my worldly goods in Dame Frost's care.

Now, I believe that sleep calls to me. Either that or Amanda's snoring again. I haven't decided which yet.

Manuel
x_empath: (Musical)
It went surprisingly well, I thought.

Any chance I get to dust off my DJ gear and spin some tracks is usually a welcome one. And you all didn't strictly hate it, which was a pleasant surprise.

And basking in the sun - ahh, that was almost pure pleasure. And I don't really care if some of you didn't like my choice of attire - I could never wear those over-baggy trashbags you people call swimwear. Speedos are far more practical - and when you've got a body like mine, they _look good_.

I think I overindulged in the barbeque. I can't recall having ever tasted it before, it's quite good. My compliments to the chef.
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I won't be going to Boston to see my friend Shinobi. It has been made abundantly clear to me by several people that my presence is unwelcome, my feelings irrelevant, and that I just need to sit down and shut up. I believe that stabbings were also mentioned - that if I attended, I could expect to be stabbed.

Clarice mentioned something odd - she said that it is not required that everyone likes me, or that I like everyone.

If this is so, and I believe that it is, then why am I continually being punished for not liking the Mexican? I hate him! He tortures me with my own memories, gloats about it, and threatens my _life_, and I'm just expected to smile. He appoints himself Amanda's big brother, and I get to just be happy for him. He "saves her life", and my contributions are forgotten, ignored, dismissed. He gets to go to Boston to see Shinobi, and I have to stay here.

Is it because he's fucking Paige? Is it because he's an American, and I'm not? Is it because he's not a psi, and I am? Because he gets injured a lot? Because he's going to shoot all of you if he doesn't get his way? What?

I know that I can be difficult to deal with. I can see it in the emotions of others. I do not lie when it would make things easier for me, I do not lie to spare the feelings of others. I am open with how I feel, as best that I can be. I _can_ see how you all feel about me, even as I am now. I do not believe the same things in the same way as all of you do.

Aha. I think that I have the truth now. It is because I do not believe the same things you all do. Because I was raised wealthy, because I am different. Because I had the bad taste to be an empath.

Ahh, who am I kidding? None of you care anyway. I won't be bothering any of you anymore. And before you come barging into my room with the doctors and the needles and the drugs, I mean that I am not going to particpate in the social games you all love to play so much.

Enjoy your trip.

Manuel
x_empath: (manic)
I don't think that I have _ever_ felt this at-peace with the universe.

I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop at this rate. I got my head straightened out, and judging by the warm feelings in the back of my head someone's actually _happy_ to see me for once.

I never thought that would make a _difference_ in my life. Just - having someone be happy to see me. No expectations, no make-my-feelings-go-away, no purple-haired telepaths in my head, no precognition, no tell-me-about-your-feelings, none of it. Just a "It's nice to see you" feeling.

Ah, well, I've babbled on enough. No need to frighten people any more than absolutely necessary.

Side-note: The dreams have stopped.

Manuel
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