Out of contact

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After last night's fun and games, it looks like I'm getting a field trip of my own, so I'll be out of contact for a day or two.

Charles: if you get a minute to look over the files Emma's carrying, then drop me a note with your conclusions on my private account - the office didn't want you to see them, so I can't discuss them on an official computer.

Emma: Sorry I didn't have longer for you, but you know how it can be...

Fashion emergency!

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Now accepting suggestions and advice regarding what to wear to this evening's little talk show taping tête-à-tête. Do we like the blue with red stripes, or the red with blue stripes? Decisions, decisions.

In all seriousness, though, if anyone has any last-minute points to make sure I mention, now would be a good time to throw them in my general direction. Or lob them, rather, gently. Same goes for anything to pass on to Emma and Betsy, as I too have heard the rumour that they might be showing their lovely, lovely faces at Shaw's party following. Good times for all! ...Though this means I'll have to pack a tuxedo. Bother.

It's a good thing I don't get nervous when they turn on the cameras. My palms would sweat, and then where would we be?

The Mutant

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We've got him.

He says his name is Kurt Wagner; doesn't remember making the attack at all. Jean didn't want to go into his mind, but she says he's not (consciously) lying to us. There's a very weird scar on the back of his neck... we may be looking at someone with the ability to control mutants.

We're bringing him in ASAP; Professor, can you be ready to do a mind-probe when we get back? I have a feeling this is pretty urgent.

Oh, and he's... blue. And has a tail. And is German. And an acrobat.

Really, he's very sweet. If he really was just set up, I think I want to barbecque whoever did this to him.