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Email to Lorna Dane

From: Blaire, Alison
To: Dane, Lorna
Subject: Because otherwise, the mansion will go "boom" again...

Hey roomie,

You were sleeping when I came down earlier (visiting the Spanish Lord, don'tcha know), but I know you've got your laptop down in the medlab, so email will do for now. I'm off to run a few errands today; including finding some books for Miles so we can start on proper reading and writing lessons for him (and of course, getting my nails and hair done). You know, get some fresh air, spend time with a male who thinks I'm the best thing since sliced bread no questions asked (which from him, is one hell of a compliment), spoil myself rotten in the process. And because it's nice to have someone actually want my help, once in a while, never mind the actually listening to what I'm saying bit instead of simply deciding he knows everything better than I do and couldn't possibly understand a thing in the world. :p Which is ironic considering he's probably one of the few people regardless of age from whom I'd accept the holier than thou "you don't know what I've been through so fuck off, oh stupid adult who don't know shit" attitude from.

I'm getting really tired of some stuff. And you know what? I'm thinking I don't have to put up with it, either. Or that I've the personality to do so, when you get down to it. Hypocrisy and self-righteousness grate on my nerves it would seem and I'm finding I have less and less tolerance for it. My energies can be devoted to far more constructive things. I'll need to think on that more. There's only one person I'd hate to let down right now and I'll need to talk to him about it, I guess. And for the rest, well – those who know well enough will understand it doesn't really change much of anything at all, y'know?

Anyway. Other than me being what some would rather call bitchy rather than conceive that there might be a kernel of truth to my words (and heaven forbid it might be more than that) and somewhat cryptic to boot, there is a purpose to this email other than venting. Is there anything you'd like for me to pick up for you while I'm out on the town? Creature comforts, stuff to spoil yourself with, etc, etc? Actually, never mind. I am picking stuff up for you, and generally am going to have a ball spoiling you rotten. Now you know. So think chocolate covered coffee beans for starters, and let your imagination run wild from there, mmm? ;)

And if you think of other things and I'm already gone, no worries. The Spanish Lord seems to have acquired himself a chauffeur for a day, when he's ready to go out, so I'll be in town soon enough again. Make a list, s'all. And I'm also thinking of dragging Jake off for a day or evening out shopping, or eating, or what have you. He looks like he needs to get out of the mansion, poor thing. Not sure what's up, but hey, the gender bender thing alone must be playing games with his mind like no one's business, the sillier side of things notwithstanding.

Ali

Ps – wonder how amusing it would be to actually show up in the old chauffeur duds, no less. I can deal with natural arrogance a hell of a lot better than other things. What does that tell, I wonder?

Email to Jake Gavin

From: Blaire, Alison
To: Gavin, Jake
Subject: You have no choice...

Hey there,

Well, ok, you may have a choice. Since I've already got a boatload of babysitters - although I'm thinking of asking Jamie in particular for this time - I'm going to give Miles permission to terrorize the kids (he's getting full of beans them days, feeling far more confident about exploring the mansion on his own – you've been warned, btw) and drag you off for some R&R out in town. Shopping for an afternoon, or night out on the town in the evening. Your pick, my treat.

What say you?

Alison
Ps – Yes. I need out of here and adult conversation for a change. Indulge me?

Email to Betsy Braddock

From: Blaire, Alison
To: Braddock, Betsy
Subject: ...

Soooo. What exactly is Sarah going on about and more important, are you ok?

Ali