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[tough_cookie_]

Journal

There are far too many children and pregnant women in the nexus areas.

No, this doesn't mean I want a baby. I'm nineteen, for crying out loud. I'm just feeling a little...hormonal.

Scott, if you're reading this, breathe, and rest assured, no bloody way.

Comments

[domina_igne]

The children in the Nexus tend to make me want to run screaming in the opposite direction. But I decided a long time ago that that was not for me. Bum genetics and all.

[tough_cookie_]

Oh yeah. Little mini-firestarters running around or other magical powers, depending on which of my genetics kicked in. Never even thought of that.

[sex_bob_omb]

Um... we're probably gonna do a lot of babysitting soon? So maybe that'll be... nice?

[tough_cookie_]

Oh, yeah. Cool. That way you can hand them back, too.

[sex_bob_omb]

...Of course, chances are at least one of them is going to have all kindsa crazy cosmic powers...

[tough_cookie_]

...because babysitters who can create fire with their minds or punch someone around the world are normal?

[domina_igne]

TC, when you've got a minute...

[tough_cookie_]

Yeah, sure. What's up?

[domina_igne]

Well, priority status for this mission expires next week. So things are either going to happen very fast or they aren't going to happen at all...I'm just trying to be prepared.

So if you'd like to maybe do something sort of normal...you know, coffee, a movie, incinerating clay pigeons...well, that'd be nice.

[tough_cookie_]

Any of the above sound great.