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[This message flickers onto the network late at night, once Waver's had a chance to both check his mail and read the book delivered to him.]

Who the hell left that in my mailbox.

I am not playing games. I am not remotely pleased. If I ever find out who you are, I'm going to throttle you. And if it was an administrator, I'll do much worse than that.

[Waver didn't linger on the network for very long after posting; he eventually stormed off carrying the book in question and wearing a disturbingly calm expression.]

[action; floor fifty-five]

[Why was there an incinerator here and could it possibly come to life and kill him? Who cared? Certainly not the Clock Tower's favorite professor. Who, by the way, to be slowly coming apart from 'tranquil fury' to just plain fury as he threw his newly received book into the incinerator as hard as he could.]

Fucking tower. [He reached up to something at the level of his collarbone--a pendant hidden under his shirt, apparently. Satisfied it was still there, the magus lowered his hand and turned sharply to head back to the dorm floors.]

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Different from what we expect and different from each other I expect as well. Jason's body seems like something he modified to help him work better. I wouldn't be surprised if the same applies to the others as well.

[Diarmuid shrugs.]

I suppose it doesn't do us much good to guess right now. We have no way to know until someone else is unfortunate enough to run into one of the Administrators while the glamour systems are down.

I don't know many stupid enough to try.

[Diarmuid frowns.]

I know a couple who are...I wouldn't say stupid...but reckless enough to try and find out. That is why I'm not exactly spreading this information everywhere. The person originally talked to was going to do that anyway. I think I can afford to be a little more selective about who I tell...

[He suddenly looks uncertain.]

That's okay, right? It's not bad I'm withholding information, is it?

No, that might be the smarter thing to do. I'm not against a fair handful of people knowing, but telling every other idiot is bound to end poorly.

Too many people act without thinking. Sometimes it works out. As much as I hate to say it, it seems like those boycotts did, but I expect we just got amazingly lucky with that. The moment we start thinking those kind of actions are the only way to accomplish anything...

I said before that if that worked it would be a freak chance and dumb luck, and I stand by the fact that it was. Reckless shit like that is going to get us all killed god only knows how many times.

It worries me how willing some are to throw away their lives just because they can come back. What happens if Jason decides to stop placing people back into their bodies? Or what happens if they decide to permanently kill one of us? We don't know the full range of their powers. It's entirely possible that true death is something they are just waiting to spring on us at the right moment.

People simply don't like to consider consequences sometimes.

And some of us can't not consider them.

[Diarmuid sighs, shaking his head.]

Do you think there is a reason beyond Jason being a jerk that he sent those items out to people?

There could be something behind it, but I don't know. I'd just as soon assume it's his way of playing sick little mind games.

I'm sure you're right. We all know that this month isn't going to be a good one. This kind of childish act shouldn't be surprising. I don't know why I keep looking for a deeper meaning.

[He pauses a moment before suddenly switching the topic.]

Have you heard anything about what caused the explosion in the elevators that he was so angry about?

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