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Jun. 16th, 2004 @ 12:16 pm Upsetting News
Current Mood: worriedworried
Initially this week was non-eventful. However, today Charles and I went out for lunch again, by his request. I presupposed this meeting would have something to do with the letter he received and my presumptions were correct. He handed me the letter and when I began to read it my heart sank and a lump rose in my throat:


    We are coming for you and your children. We know you have made the school into a home for mutants like yourself. This is not a threat or a ransom letter because we will make sure we get rid of you and your students. There is danger on the horizon. Watch out and be afraid.

Of course the letter was unsigned and the envelope it arrived in had no return address. Charles has been stressing himself to the point of sickness, trying to find the culprit with the help of Cerebro. So far all his attempts have turned up empty.

Usually, such letters would be ignored. There are plenty of hate letters sent to the mansion when people find out that we house and educate mutants. However, this one is being treated very seriously. The ferret that was responsible for the destruction of my desk was reported to have rabies. This alone does not merit panic, but it's very suspicious that this infected creature ended up on our property in upstate New York. Then, Charles told me that Logan had found traces of gunpowder on the outskirts of the estate.

Of course, each of these components could be accounted for as mere coincidences and they may be. However, Charles is secretly preparing to evacuate the mansion by sending all the students on overnight field trips. Today he gave me the list of students I would be chaperoning in the likely case that this threat becomes more believable and credible. My accompanying adults would be Remy and Kurt.

I pray that for once Charles' intuition and Logan's nose are wrong.
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Jun. 10th, 2004 @ 11:52 am Weekends.
Current Mood: thoughtfulthoughtful
Jean and Scott have gotten over their mishap. Of course this is all the better for me as I can concentrate my energies on more prominant things in my life. For example the culprit of my desk-dementing. It turns out that it wasn't Logan after all, so I guess I can remove my arrogance on having *known* what his claw marks looked like... apparently Bobby found a ferret out on the grounds last week and it somehow escaped the confines of his dorm and came straight for my ebony desk. Rogue said that it of course did not normally scratch up imported wood, and had only in its time inside the school devoured Bobby's bedposts... but honestly, is that supposed to make me feel better?!

I had the rodental devil confiscated this morning.

The large hole in my classroom has been fixed, and I'll be moving my classes back into it beginning Monday. Not that the outdoors isn't all fun and dandy, but sometimes my frustrations result in a wee bit o' April showers... in July of course, but oh what is the difference?

Kurt came to speak to me today. I was surprised that he was able to so soon after I almost electrocuted him. I asked him if he was alright. But he didn't really talk for most of our conversation. Then at the end he asked me to dinner, which I thought rather sweet... until I realized that he only meant to the teacher-student banquet on Sunday evening. But I suppose it is a start. I advised him to consult Scott for suitable wear. And as of yet his is unknowing of my intentions... yes I do have intentions. Don't we all??

I had lunch with Charles today. Apparently he needed to speak to me about something he recieved in the mail the day before. As of yet he hasn't told me exactly what it even is, so really I didn't get much out of it. Except a nice plate of fries and a hamburger. I am curious to say the least. But I can't help but feel that in being curious, I'm setting myself up for something.

Well whatever it is, I would rather not think about it at the moment. I just caught the familiar sent of bamfsmoke.

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May. 23rd, 2004 @ 02:44 pm Back Again.
Current Mood: aggravatedaggravated
No pain, no gain. That's the only lesson I have come to learn through being myself. Ororo Munroe the "Storm Godess" (((stops to make outrageously prolonged quotation movements with fingers))). Thanks to my psionic power, I now have a 10 foot hole burned through the ceiling of the history class at Xavier's school. It is entierly not my goal in life to randomly attract lightning when I get frustrated. Of course this time it was rather a good reason to get angry as Logan had been undergoing his "use-Storm's-desk-as-a-scrathing-post" activities again and almost completely scratched off an entire leg. So when I went to casually hop up onto my desk this morning while making non-provocative conversation with Kurt, the whole thing collapsed. Once I was on the ground I could see the whole desk was covered in his signature claw-marks WHY?? I don't know why!! I don't know what his problem is but obviously he needs to be whooped. Needless to say the next thing that followed was a fast appraoching rolling cloud of thunder and a bolt of lightning right through the roof of the school.

The horribly jumpy mutant I was with teleported out of sight right away, so I was left alone in my acutely dishevled and trying-to-be distressed state. I then gingerly collected all my fallen articles and left the room. History class was held outdoors which was most difficult because there was a swarm of junebugs. Bobby froze half of them in mid-air, which could have been a good thing had it not distracted the rest of the class from their studies.

There's a work team fixing up the mess I made as I speak, but it will never heal my emotional distaste toward what Wolverine has done. What's worse is he denies it. He denies it!! Oh yes, *I* have bigger claws with which to ruin my ebony desk with, my dear. That was an artifact from Africa and I was most attached to it. I shall never find another like it.

However, since the incident three days ago, I haven't had much time to reminice until now because Jean and Scott are in a lover's quarell again and Jean won't leave me alone for the sake of my sanity. "What should I say?" "What should I wear?" "Should I give him the cold shoulder?" I don't know, I don't know, I don't know! She's the psychic around here, not me.

I must now go and supervise the rebuilding of my classroom, so I shall depart. But know this; that I have returned to this place and will start anew in recording the happenings of my life and my innermost thoughts. Because this is my spot, which shall be claimed only by me, so comfortably unaccessible by unneeded claws and brainwaves... these are Ororo Munroe's chronicles; the life of an over-stressed Storm Godess.

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