omg hi

[x_dj]

I have a blog for work? Coolest job ever. I should customize it so it's all pink and shiny impossible to read like MySpace. That'll get me a promotion, right? Sweet.

So the PTB told me that I should say hi now so nobody goes all wtf later when they see some strange person post. I'm Mark Sheppard, and I'm Snow Valley's pretty face at the front door receptionist/office bitch. That'd be my charmingly sexy voice you hear when you call our main number. So hello, all. Pleased to meet you.

I would also like to take this opportunity to pimp my one true everlasting love forever and ever amen, Silver. The only nightclub in the state of New York that caters especially to mutants. (At least, I think it's the only one. If it's not, then it's definitely the best.) I'm there just about every night, being the music man and all. Everyone who says hi here gets a free drink. But only if you're over 21. If you're not, then only if you smile sorry, no can do. We love our liquor license very much and couldn't stand to see her leave. It'd leave me heartbroken and then I wouldn't be able to do my job here and then I'd end up begging for boxed wine on the streets, and no one should ever have to drink boxed wine.

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[x-pressive.livejournal.com]

Take a look at my neck. It's very much white. (Kind of olive, actually. Got some good Italian blood in me.) But not red. Ergo, no boxed wine.

I've only had the pleasure of meeting Amanda, Wanda, Remy, Betsy, and Sarah. Amanda CC'd me in an e-mail last week, but I don't remember who replied. So maybe I do know people.

Mmm, coffee, yes please. Where do we keep the Bailey's?

[xp_daytripper]

Yeah, Angie was in on that email and the clubbing trip. Things were a bit busy for you that night, so I couldn't do proper intros and all. She used to be the ever-patient soul who roomed with me at Xavier's.

And thank the powers that be that I don't have to answer the phones any more. Talking nice makes my throat hurt.

[x-pressive.livejournal.com]

I've had worse jobs. Ever work retail in NYC? Ugh. I don't remember where I buried all the bodies.

[xp_daytripper]

I worked bar in New Orleans. *grins* Although the manifestation kicked in before Mardi Gras, so I was spared the lemmings tourists.

[x-pressive.livejournal.com]

I don't think any mutant power could help you there. Except maybe super speed, but that'd just get people drunk faster and they'd demand more drinks and it wouldn't end.

[xp_daytripper]

Well, it meant more I ended up at Muir Island with my brain trying to crawl out of my ears, so not so much of the need to tend bar. My boss told me to go get help when I passed out for the second time in two days.

And help there was. All manifested and working out just what the hell I can still do as we speak. Excuse the giant dusty books piled around my desk...

[x-cypher.livejournal.com]

I would be the aforementioned sysadmin. Doug Ramsey, at your service. I'd have come by to introduce myself in person, but I've been hip-deep in database servers. So you get welcomed via laptop.

If you need something computer-related, I'm your guy.

[x-siryn.livejournal.com]

Not red?