You know, not that I'm generally the sun-worshipping type...

[xp_cyclops]

But I've got to give a big thumbs-up to Boiler Beach. Jamie, this is definitely one of your better ideas.

It's funny, but I feel a little too energetic after having been down there for an hour or so. Or maybe not so funny - I do absorb sunlight to power my optic blasts, after all. I just didn't think I'd get the same effect with non-natural sunlight. I suppose it would be bad to sit down there all night or something and see what I felt like in the morning?

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[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

We could have, like, a beach party. But without the drinking. And a little camp fire. AND LOGS! And one of those ghetto blaster type things or whatever young people call them now playing really atrocious music.

It will be wonderful!

...I ate one of my cookies. Jamie is a genius. Trail of thought thinking is very fun, you should try it.

[x-madelyn.livejournal.com]

It would probably be not at all bad for you, Scott, but I fear for the students' sanity at the sight of a hyper Scott Summers bouncing around the house the next day...

[x-cyclops.livejournal.com]

And then I could run around mimicking Tom Hank going "I! Have made fire!" You think?

[x-cyclops.livejournal.com]

You think I'd get that hyper? Huh... Jean ran an experiment on me once that involved keeping me out of the sunlight for a while. Didn't turn out too well. We never tried to figure out what might be too much sunlight.

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

YES! We'll get you a volleyball and paint a face on him and I can throw him at you in a playful manner and you will get angry and put sand in my books and THEN!

Well, I can't tell you after that. You understand, secret plans and whatnot.

[x-madelyn.livejournal.com]

Well, I've looked at those results, and Moira and I were chatting one morning about various powers and sources of energy and the like, and we did some hypothesizing. "Hyper as Miles on pixie sticks" was the expression Moira used. Only with a Scottish accent and all.

Me, I'm tempted to run the experiment. *eg*

[x-cyclops.livejournal.com]

I want a basketball. Not a volleyball.

[x-cyclops.livejournal.com]

So let's do it.

Seriously! There's nothing that actively needs my attention just now. I can camp out on the beach and we'll see precisely what kind of state I'm in come morning...

[x-madelyn.livejournal.com]

Purely in the name of science, you understand. I'll stock up on sunscreen if I'm going to supervise this - you may not need it, but I certainly do. It's hard to be taken seriously when your nose is peeling...

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

Volleyballs are for the beach, sir. And involve shorter shorts.

I'm nothing but logical.

[x-madelyn.livejournal.com]

I have coffee up my nose now, missy. Thank you so much.

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

Um. Whould you believe a whoops?

[x-cyclops.livejournal.com]

And I'm over here turning very red, thank you...

[x-cyclops.livejournal.com]

I'll meet you down there.

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

But you're always very red, sir. More than most, at least. Oh, pun.

I mean... uh. Whoops?

[x-madelyn.livejournal.com]

Not with that icon I wouldn't...

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

Ignore the icon behind the curtain! Or wide out in the open in this case!

[x-polarisstar.livejournal.com]

This explains so very much about my boyfriend....

[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

He got all bouncy and hyper just from being exposed to my glowy self for a few hours. Just saying. ;)

[x-madelyn.livejournal.com]

True - I'd forgotten that... *snickers* That was fun.

[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

Does that mean I'm addictive?

[x-madelyn.livejournal.com]

One out of one lizards agree...

[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

Wench.

Frank has exquisite taste. That is all I have to say on that matter. Ha.

[x-blink.livejournal.com]

hey Mr. Summers...wanna help me with something?