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[fuckitybye]

[Private to Bob, Damon, the Sexbys, and anyone else who actually saw him manifest a demon power. The fact that there are no swearwords anywhere in this note should underline his seriousness. Also Paddy? You're not on the list, since he never fessed up to you. Yeah, Malcolm is a bad friend.]
Whatever happened yesterday, it's over and it's between me and Claire now, yeah? I'd really appreciate it if you take any problems you got straight to her and no one else. Much obliged.


[Private to Claire]
Reckon I ought to tell you this before you hear it from anyone else. Yesterday I picked myself up some fucking superpowers—teleporting and shit like that. Before you ask: no, I did not cause any fucking trouble and I didn't go porting into the women's loo or anything; I may be a bastard, but I'm not a pervert, yeah? Anyway, thought you should know.


[Malc's log is still open for backdating or assuming stuff—just lemme know.]

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[fuckitybye]

What, you're jaunting all over the place now?

[bob-fraser-snr.livejournal.com]

My hands are green. In a flaming sort of fashion.

[fuckitybye]

...fucking hell, mate.

[bob-fraser-snr.livejournal.com]

Shego's powers originally. She helped me out. [Switches to video, activates the hands and then after a few moments' concentration, deactivates it.] It's quite impressive looking, but I don't have a lot of uses for it at the moment. Barring toast, I suppose.

[fuckitybye]

[Malcolm actually jumps a little at the sight of the flames.]

Jesus Christ, be careful with that.

[bob-fraser-snr.livejournal.com]

I will. It probably won't last anyway. You're feeling perfectly fine?

[fuckitybye]

Just fucking peachy. Not even a hangover.

[bob-fraser-snr.livejournal.com]

Well, that bodes well, if it

is

connected.

OH HAI, sorry I dropped this. :|

[fuckitybye]

So you notice anything weird before this whole thing set in?

It's ok!

[bob-fraser-snr.livejournal.com]

Not particularly. I mean, I was worn out, but that was likely the flood more than anything.

[fuckitybye]

Nothing weird in your food or anything, eh?

[bob-fraser-snr.livejournal.com]

Nothing I can taste, you?

[fuckitybye]

I got fucking nothing. It'd be nice if we could pick out some kind of, y'know, common theme to all this.

[bob-fraser-snr.livejournal.com]

Almost vital, I'd say. I certainly don't like the feeling of being a test subject.


Bad enough we're here.

[fuckitybye]

I'm none too fucking keen on it myself, I don't mind telling you.

[Private]
I'm trying to compile some information about all this shit, yeah? Maybe get a bead on who's doing it or something. You hear anything, let me know, yeah? So far I got notes on some superpowered inmates who got their powers back in full a couple months ago, and then there's the unlucky sods like us who got shit we didn't ask for. Gotta be a link somewhere.

Private

[bob-fraser-snr.livejournal.com]

I'd be happy to liaise with you, Malcolm.

Private

[fuckitybye]

Good man. Much obliged.