You are what you eat

Actually, now you mention it, Jane was rhyming in her email to me yesterday. I thought it was just a fluke, since livers singing seemed a perfectly Jane thing to say.

I think I'll take myself off to the research stuff and see if there's anything about spells and sudden outbreaks of poetry. Really honest poetry, at that.

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Much appreciated. Amusing though it is to hear my flatmate lament our lack of toast in the form of a haiku, it is a bit odd. I am given to understand there was once an incident in which some particularly explosive fluke of probability caused certain parties to break out into spontaneous song, but to my knowledge Ms. Maximoff has been otherwise occupied and Jen's been behaving herself. In relative terms, at any rate.

(Though if this does turn out to be magical in nature, it will beg the question of what kind of person decided to invest what was no doubt considerable time in making ordinary dialogue a touch more lyric. Really, we dwell in a world of war, famine and reality television, and that is how one conspires to change the fabric or reality?)

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I wanted some toast.
What the hell is wrong with that?
I gave up. Ate eggs. :(

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It's what I do. Look for things in dusty old books.

If it is a spell, well the main motivation would be either "for shits and giggles", or "revenge is mine!" Since you lot don't have the magical connections any more since 'Yana took up with us, I'd be inclined to say it's some kid with more magic ability then sense having a laugh. If it is a spell. The effect's a bit too diverse for me to be too hopeful - usually with the poetry it's prophecy, not truth.

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It's definitely affected more than three people... I had counted five people earlier, though I'll have to look up their names again as I've forgotten most of them. But I'm relieved to hear that this isn't normal for you people. It's a little off-putting (though 'weird as sod' is a good phrase for it, too.)

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You say it is rather odd,
And also 'weird as sod.'
But as of this time,
You are not writing a rhyme
And for that you should say 'Thank God'.

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It rather depends on the agreed-upon definition of "normal." If quite narrow -- for instance, "it is not normal for inhabitants of Xavier's to lose the ability to speak in means of regular prose" -- then yes, this situation is decidedly uncommon. If, however, we are to examine the broad view -- ie., "it is not normal for inhabitants of Xavier's to find themselves victims of unexpected and inexplicable events" -- we are in somewhat different territory.

In short, though poetry = odd, oddness in general = depressingly common.

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Well, that's... less than comforting. Unless of course odd things like this rhyming shit have affected my sister, in which case it's sort of amusing to think of.

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It's claimed you as well? This is getting dire.

I also could write in verse
Though it makes me unusually terse,
But if solidarity makes you feel better
I shall hold to the letter
Though it mean concluding this promise with "purse."

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You claimed that toast?
Then I confess a secret:
It was delicious.

Furthermore, there is no shame in eggs. Even if the syllables don't fit.

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You ate my toast? Jerk.
Next time I'll get you, Gadget.
Next time.

... hey, I think it's wearing off a little.

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I cannot say as to your sister's fate, mostly because at present I can connect her to nothing more than random journal postings. However, I find it worth noting that "less than comforting" is at times the convenient bedfellow of "highly amusing". For an example, you might one day ask your new colleagues about the staff's last teambuilding retreat. Or, better yet, simply peruse photos from last year's prom and play "What's off about this picture?".

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Wearing off, eh? So what do you think does it -- time, or pique?

It wasn't your toast.
For the community, mate!
I require a cat.

(For ominous stroking purposes, you know.)

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Now you're tempting me to try it,
But I fear 'twould be unkind.
So perhaps I should stay quiet
And go Tatiana to find.

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I dunno. It just... wore off? I kinda have a stomachache though. Which is gonna suck if I barf. I HATE puking.

You can go pet Shamu. Although he's pissed because I had to trim his claws last night and he totally hates that and he's sulking.

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I tend to agree as to the cause, if only because contemplating an individual whose idea of justice involves the forcible imposition of rhyme and metre fills me with a sort of wistful despair.

Strange, one would think a truth-spell would be most useful when levered against the older members, but no -- affliction is especially apparent amidst the younger and less security-cleared. Curious.

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Ms. Frost's off on a work-related trip for the month, so as far as I know, she's out of range of whatever this is.

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Being ill isn't necessarily a bad thing. Perhaps you could score extra points for creativity in your DR session. All you need to is find a way to use it offensively. That, my friend, is what is known as improvisation.

Cheers for the offer, but I feel an ominous stroking-cat should be a longhair -- a persian for preferance, though I suppose a himalayan will do in a pinch. Besides which, I have once before been subjected to the freshly-trimmed claws of Shamu, and as such do not intend to touch him again until either the sharp edges have worn off or it's my turn with a healing factor again.

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Huh, you're right. Is there anything else in common here? Places they went, people they know, that sort of thing?

Doug? Pattern-finding time. Found anything on your newsfeeds about rhyming/random poetry?

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Yeah, he kinda has 5 of his 6 ends being really pointy right now.

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In common -- aside from living in the Nexus of All Unlikelihoods, you mean? A valid question, though I regret my presence of late has been little aside from what is required for work, training, or utter collapse in that general order. I would consider alerting Dr. Grey-Summers, although from the looks of things the news would be coming a few hours too late for the early edition, if you catch my meaning.

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I had you confused with the other guy who told me he knows her very well. Manuel, I believe his name is. Too many similarities in the names, both screen and actual.
I'll make a point of checking out those pictures. Thank you for letting me know.

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Weird as sod you say? It's like being forced to work in clay. It's a good thing I'm already a truthful kind of person or certainly this would worsen. Though I'm now compelled to write about your behind which is really quite tight.

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That's why the checking newsfeeds - if there's incidents elsewhere, we're looking at some kind of wider agent. If it's not, if it's just the school, then we can narrow it down better. Anything new or different in the last few weeks... I know Kyle was haikuing a while ago, yeah? The spiky kid mentioned thinking his keyboard was busted?

Might want to alert your powers that be, actually. If they aren't already looking at it. I've drawn a blank on the weird mystical side so far, but I'll keep looking, maybe ask a few folks.

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