Hrm. I'm curious.

[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

So.

Who promised you the world on a platter while you were here, that's what I want to know. Who promised you the rose garden and the happy ever after with lace and sugar and a ribbon on top without oh, I don't know... you not having to actually work for it at all? Which "they" walked up to you and said you had to trust them and they expected it from you? Mmm? Hell, I haven't even told Miles anything of the sort.

So some of you keep saying "they" lied to you. Some keep saying "they" as though it were some sort of curse word, but fact is, I don't know anyone called "They" here. And some of you keep acting as though you're being kept in jail.

I'm wondering here. Who?

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[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

There is also a difference between feeling unsafe and being paranoid.

I think talking about if we are not safe or if we are safe is good. It does not hurt anyone to talk.

I will be honest, I do not feel safe. I had a gun at my head and then someone's brains in my hair. I do what I can, because I have a power that might let me help. I saw that attack a month before it happened.

But I am fifteen. I still have to look to adults, and people who know more than me to make me feel safe. If talking helps make us safer, then talk. I feel better knowing someone is pointing out that we could improve security to keep people out. I saw one offer. No, two, but the other was yelled at for being paranoid and stupid.

I will not stop talking because I am not an adult. If I see something, I will say so. To anyone and everyone until I get an answer.

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[x-juggernaut.livejournal.com]

Which is all well and good - but sometimes you've got to understand that the people who've had more life experience than you do know more about the situation, even if some of your teachers don't act like it. And even if some of the students think that they've had enough life experience to take matters into their own hands, they're still wrong.

There ain't a thing wrong with speaking your mind. The problem's with those who think they know better, and start going against the grain and screwing it up for everyone.

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[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

People are being scolded for speaking their mind, here, in this school, now. I could point it out, if you like. Being told they're wrong for feeling unsafe and for thinking they were lied to, when they were told it was safe here.

Maybe my English is worse than I thought, but safe to me means not having guns to your head!

I see a lot of things. Dr. MacTaggart knows almost all of it, because she has a copy of every drawing, every dream I write down. I do not think if I asked people directly about something I saw that they would be entirely honest with me, not when they are not honest with Professor Xavier, or any of the other adults.

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[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

There is a difference, Marie Ange, and a big one at that, between talk or expressing one's feelings, or in turn blaming people and making accusations and implying that we're going to get nuked next.

This, what you are doing here, is talk. Communicating is good. Wanting to talk to people to get answers is good. Expressing worries while asking for answers in a level headed way and wanting to actually get the answers before making a judgement call is also good.

Can you see the nuance in all of this? Because really, that's all I ask for.

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

Yes, but not everyone is good at communicating, clearly or well. It does not mean they deserve to be told "And while we're at it we'd better get out our tinfoil hats in case they put a death ray laser on the moon.".

If I started asking about some of the dreams I had, I would look paranoid and crazy too. It is stupid to think we will ever be attacked by big lizard aliens and bird people. But I saw it, just as I saw Angelo being burnt in the fire. How can we say that what people are asking about is paranoid until we know what they might be able to do or see?

I have not seen anyone publically say "Here is what we are doing to make you safer." Maybe the teachers are talking about it in email or on the teacher journal, but it isn't where I can see it. I am still scared. I don't have nightmares about it, because I have nightmares about everything else.

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[x-rahne.livejournal.com]

I turn into a wolf, or stop partway as something that looks like a film monster.

I'm not so sure bird people are that much of a stretch.

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[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

Only, there are giant mutant killing robots, so I wonder if smart bombs are also not much of a stretch.

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[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Okay, yeah, I lacked tact. I tend to do that when I'm upset, you may have noticed, and it's not like I'm not as scared as all of you just because I'm not running around telling people we should prepare for worse than the absolute worst we can think of.

But, look. If the military really wanted to kill us, we would be dead already. And there isn't really a whole lot we can do, home-security-wise, to change that. So I don't see any point to talking about "oh no, what if they smart-bomb us?" because all it does is make people more scared, and I don't need to be more scared.

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[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

Cajun Man over there says we can do something about smart bombs. I don't even know what a smart bomb is.

A year ago, I would have said worrying about mutant killing robots would just make people more scared. Now we have them.

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[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

I don't see where we have any reason to believe he knows what he's talking about, though. I mean, what, he came in off the street like a month ago and as far as I can tell basically just bums around flirting with girls, and this makes him qualified to run security?

I don't think we can actually armor the house against giant mutant-killing robots, either. That's a big part of why I want to do what I want to do--nobody has to worry about giant robots if there isn't any need for 'em.

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[x-gambit.livejournal.com]

I don't see where we have any reason to believe he knows what he's talking about, though.

That's because you're ignorant, Madrox. You chime in like you've got a clue. Ain't seen you flipping through the Jane's recently either. This house is a bitch to defend, and weapons that even a camel herder in the Middle East can get access to can level it. But there are plenty of ways to work around that.

So maybe Remy point that out to the staff in case it slipped their minds about the possibilities. But you don't know those possibilities, and you didn't have a clue when you opened your big mouth trying to be the funny guy, did you homme? Remy not about to die because someone 'misses' a detail, and especially not because some little salope thinks he's got all the answers and wants to make a joke at Remy's expense.

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[x-juggernaut.livejournal.com]

First off, you little rat, if you really felt safer on the streets than you do here, I've got no illusions that you'd be back there in a second. Maybe the good food and the comfortable bed's made you soft, but you coming in here like you know something beyond a three-card-monte hustle and some sweet talking ain't gonna fly.

If someone wants to get you, boy - they'll get you. No matter where you are. Here, at least you've got folks who'll step up to take a shot for you and make sure you make it out alive. Out there, who do you have? And you'll say you don't got nobody, don't need nobody.

Bullshit. If that were the case, you wouldn't BE here. Somewhere along the line, you got noticed by someone because of what you are. There's folks who want to dissect you for it, some who'd conscript you for it, and some who'll just plain kill you for it.

No one's drafting anyone for a war here. You want to volunteer to go play with the deluded folks in the black leather with the expensive jet? Knock yourself out. But no one's forcing you to sign up with the damn militia. Don't recall anyone locking you in your room either.

You want to turn your nose up at what you're being given here, fine. Don't let the door hit you in the ass on your way back to the gutter.