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-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.