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--Transmission Source: Titan--

I'm on an emergency computer right now. The main laptop is waterproof, but it wasn't Trapster-proof. Honestly, who wants a terminally sticky keyboard?

Anyway, don't believe everything you read. I'm fine. The Frightful Four are safely neutralized. (Mentor's house has a high-security jail, which would be frightful itself if it weren't so useful.) But the Wizard is bright enough to find a way out eventually, and I really don't want to have to smack these people down again, so if somebody could contact Reed for me, that would be great. I'm not sure my messages are getting through to him, and S.H.I.E.L.D. isn't recognizing my signal. Can't find a suitable transport vessel here right now, and some backup would be nice.

Titania is whining, so I should see to her before I get back to my novel. I'll try to keep the lines open...

Mood: calm
30 May 2007 @ 10:14 pm
It's been a while since I've used this board, but I need to reach all of you at once for something very important. Remember what happened last night at not_jack_monroe's house at about 1 AM?

Okay, I really need to know if anyone remembers what happened to my purple bra. Its made with unstable molecules and it is the only one I have that's made with unstable molecules and has a racer back and an underwire and I really really need it for my outfit tomorrow night in case I have to hulk out.

05 April 2007 @ 05:44 am
The Wolverine is a really bad grief counselor.
Mood: morose
30 March 2007 @ 08:59 pm
The only good on in all of you was an Android, a (now dead) Captain, and his minion.

All of you should be exterminated!

Except you Sue.
28 March 2007 @ 11:22 pm
I couldn't find the right sort of pen.  On Earth, that might have been possible, but not here.  That is why Reed's computer is currently out of sight.  Not necessarily out of mind, but close enough.  Speaking of sights, you can't beat this view!  Saturn's rings are spectacular.

Have to log off now.  Reed should be back soon with a bottle of wine, assuming he didn't get sidetracked.
Mood: cheerful
26 March 2007 @ 12:48 am
I find that my most recent plans have been foiled, (rather crispily), by meddlesome monkeys.    A nuisance!

As world conquest and the extinction of the human race has been, (temporarily), put on hold, I find myself faced with a dilemma.  I need a new hobby.   One which can be easily managed with claws and rather shorter forearms than you trumped up talking chimpanzees have.

If anyone so much as whispers of becoming a circus act, I will eat them.

Any suggestions?
25 March 2007 @ 05:10 pm
Check out my latest front page story!

I am so totally awesome.
Mood: accomplished
25 March 2007 @ 02:31 am

  Hey, if I can convince Steve to join this thing when he invariably comes back, do you think that will make Miss Floyd finally shut up?

Mood: curious
24 March 2007 @ 11:57 pm
It was probably a mistake to let Reed pack his laptop.  (He is, of course, working, and I do not mean on our marriage.)  At least I have my own computer here, the excuse being that I need to keep in touch with the kids and otherwise help Storm manage things.  Sure, she's led the X-Men, but I doubt she really knows what she's getting into now...  I could be wrong.

Somebody please tell me I'm wrong...
Mood: restless
24 March 2007 @ 05:42 am

Where the hell is my gun?

Mood: drunk