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[x-juggernaut.livejournal.com]

No, it's not for presents. It's come to my attention since I came to this house that a number of things have gone a while without proper attention. Namely, that some of the residents here have assumed that this is a dormitory like you'd find at one of the state colleges, or worse yet, that it's your clubhouse to do with as you will.

So Mister Marko is setting down a few ground rules. Number one, you break it, you're going to learn how to fix it. Next time someone decides to play mutant football in the sitting room, or have target practice with their plasma farts in front of the solarium - that someone is going to find themselves learning the ins and outs of Marko's School of Construction and Restoration.

Two - the storm windows are there for a reason. Heavy winds, big snowfall - some of you may recognize these as symptoms of the season known as winter. Now, some of you may feel stifled or caged in by not being able to hop in and out of your windows like Rapunzel in her tower. If that's the case - learn to deal with it.

Three - if you need a new light bulb for your room, they're in the supply closet in the South Wing hall, next to the towels. If your rooms use fluorescent bulbs (this means most of you on the second floor) - see me if you need them changed. Same goes for problems with the heating, air conditioning, plumbing, or anything you find wrong with your rooms. If your problem is with your roommates - take it up with the teachers.

Four - Those of you who have driving privileges: LEARN TO PARK. That means not driving partway onto the front lawn if someone's blocking the garage door. I just put down the winter sod, so I'm going to ask nicely that no one trample it for a few days.

Five - If any of you have any problems understanding these rules, come and find me personally.

Now, for those of you have special needs for your rooms, (whoever the lead-lined sheets belong to, quit washing them in the regular washer. It tears up the filter.) leave me a note and I'll make sure everything's up to spec.

I'm not asking for you guys to wax the floors or scrub the toilets here - just to treat the place with some respect.

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[x-rogue.livejournal.com]

I should apologize for some of the damage that might be remaining in the back room of the medlab, the one with the observation window. There's that cabinet that used to be attached to the wall and the door frames can't be in good shape, and I know I took a light fixture down with me at one point. I haven't been back since I was allowed to move out, I was just so glad to be quit of it, but I'll pop down with you and take a look and help you out there if you want.

Possibly a request?

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

If it cannot be done, it is all right, but is it possible to make the lights not fluorescent? Not for any mutant power thing, but, because the light is not very good for writing or drawing for a very long time.

I do not want to be a bother though, so if it is going to take a lot of time, I can find a desk lamp, I think. If you know where extra desk lamps are, that would be good also.

Merci,
Marie-Ange (Room 218)

[x-juggernaut.livejournal.com]

After talking some with Dr. MacTaggart - the back room could use some repair, she says, in case one of you walking time bombs has an "episode". She suggested reinforcing the structure with Wakandan vibranium. I believe the Professor's got contacts that could acquire some. I'll read up some on the stuff and get back to you.

Re: Possibly a request?

[x-juggernaut.livejournal.com]

I believe Miss Gavin is organizing a shopping trip and has offered to chaperone a group of you girls. There's a salon on the bottom floor that right now only has a few tales covered by dust cloths. It used to be a sitting room for portraits, and should be fine for sitting and drawing.

[x-rogue.livejournal.com]

"Walking time bomb" ...that's got a real ring to it, y'know. It would have helped a lot not to be in a place where the wrong move could bring it down. I've been the victim of insufficient construction quite enough, thanks. I'm still nervous around my own room sometimes. Nothing like embedding a mug in the wall because a spider crawled on my foot to raise my self-confidence. Which, unamusingly enough, I did last night. But I can patch that up myself and fortunately the hot chocolate in it wiped right off the satin-finish paint. Fucking annoying that, though. I'm hoping I'll outgrow it.

Plasma sparks, not farts.

[x-jubilee.livejournal.com]

Dude,

Plasma farts?

And I was so not trying to hurt the solarium, it just sorta happened.

Besides, that bush/tree thing in front of it seems to be enjoying the extra air.