LOG: Haroun and Alison - These Are The Cries Of The Carrots!

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And in our next episode of Young Mutants In Love Denial ... Alison and Haroun play poker on Thursday night. Things get silly.

( It is a fond hope of mine that you do not find me boring... )

Nathan and Manuel, Friday afternoon

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On the field trip to New York, Nathan, who's feeling increasingly ill, takes exception to Manuel using his library time to flirt with the pretty girl at the circulation desk. He and Manuel hiss at each other about it, then Nathan decides to play a rather petty trick that doesn't go at all as he expected. Surprisingly, this is a good thing.

( Why yes, I'd love to see your erotic Japanese woodcuts... )

Log [Alison, Manuel]

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Risks and Rewards
Alison & Manuel, right after the Friday morning music class. Terms are discussed and a bargain is struck.

( Name your price... )

Angelo and Nathan

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They chat at the Armenian restaurant. Angelo is a mother hen until Nathan distracts him.

( Have you been goin' without sleep 'cause you think you don't need it again? )

Jubilee and Nathan, Friday night

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After Nathan's grumbling post, Jubilee goes up to check on him and decides that it would be a good thing if he let Madelyn check him over.

( All right, Flu Boy. On your feet. )

One to the Chest: Under Pressure

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Doug the night before the blood drive. He's in the music room, putting the last touches on everything and making sure he's done all he can. A rather appropriate song comes on, and he lets loose musically before trying to get some sleep.

( It's the terror of knowing what this world is about // Watching some good friends screaming 'let me out'... )

Nathan and Madelyn, Friday night

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Following this log, Nathan makes it to the medlab, where Madelyn confirms that yes, he has the flu. She reflects on how strangely nice it is to see something that comparatively simple, and shares a little personal information while she's at it.

( And I shall call you... Scully! )