"All right, rookies, listen up."

Gawain stood, with his arms folded, in the Danger room, staring at the notorious members of the Brat Brigade. Between him and the kids there was a large table, piled high with mail that arrived to the Mansion since Jiri's genius "Operation AMA" had taken off. It was more mail than the Mansion had gotten before in a year, and the X-men or Ms. Taylror were not about to dig through it alone. The Brats started the flood, so the Brats could wade through it.

They set the table and chairs up in the Danger Room for a good reason. While all the letters and packages had been pre-screened for security reasons, it still made sense to open them in the one room of the Mansion that could be hermetically sealed. Just in case.

"This" Gawain nodded at the mountain of mail "Came from your fans. We have checked them from explosives and chemical content, so they should all be safe."

No reason not to keep the kids on their toes.

"Since being Internet famous was your bright idea, you'll be helping us sort through all this."

Mirror nodded towards a series of large boxes lined up beside the table.

"Here is the system. Anything threatening or violent goes into box A. Any letters from potential students, or mutants who need help, goes into box B. Anything pertaining to Alex's court case goes into box C. Any nude pictures, panties, and other adult content goes into box D and won't be answered."

The last thing anyone in Mansion leadership needed was a harassment suit.

"The rest is fair game." Gawain settled onto a chair and sat back. He was here to supervise the Brigade, and evacuate the DR if needed. But he was not about to start opening glittery envelopes. "Knock yourselves out."

This was meant to be a punishment. Jiri was, like, 92% sure it was meant to be a punishment. The overly smug I am the LAW look in the Morris clone's eyes as he folded his arms, the stark empty default-metal-walls setting of the Danger Room, the long table set up like a laundry folding line at a prison camp. This was totally meant to be a punishment.

The Mansion higher ups, in their infinite wisdom, had assigned opening their own fan mail as punishment.

Suffice it to say, Jiri had squeed like his little sister when he'd heard the news, and worked with Leo to promote the this all over Bird Watcher forums. Nothing so blatant as Join us for a livestream of fan mail! See crazy in action! Oh no. Just X-Mas present incoming. If you know what we mean~

He had a button hole camera rigged up under his shirt, carefully camouflaged by layers of awesome. Who doesn't wear a pink dress shirt and a three piece suit to their detention? They'd edit anything sensitive out of the footage before posting it up for the adoring masses. They weren't stupid, after all.

Jiri stood at ramrod attention, his loafer heels clicked together.

"Sir yes Sir, Mr. Morris Sir!"

He made sure to stand at the end of the line, by Box D. The camera was gonna love Box D. Com'on, fan mail. Do your worst.

((OOC: Sorry for the late reply. Is this before or after the trial?))

Alex wasn't sure this was the right time for this. He should be relaxing, trying not to rile himself up unnecessarily. But...The load of fan mail was his fault, even if it wasn't his intention. Jiri and Leo seemed thrilled about it. About what he had to wonder, they were just about to open letters and packages that were either potentially dangerous or simply crazy. Though looking at the table there was bound to a few good ones. Decent at least. Mirror had said that the any actually dangerous ones had been removed, but there was always a potential for error.

The three boxes didn't make him feel any better either. Those were items they were expecting...Who the hell would send underwear? Violence he understood, nudes he understood, but underwear? That was just confusing. Box D was going to be nightmare.

He glance over at Jiri's excited, "Sir yes Sir, Mr. Morris Sir!"

No way was Jiri not up to something, Leo was in on it, he was sure. "You got it Mirror."he answered, trying not to sound too uptight. This should be fun, he could try to share in everyone else's excitement. Just...hard not to worry, lately.

It was a dapper kind of day. Especially since novelty button hole cameras had been two for the price of one on the 'Zon.

Leo had a suit from last Easter that he'd worn to his Mansion admittance interview. It still kinda fit if he didn't move his arms too far out. Alas, the same could not be said for his button up so Leo'd had to borrow one. He'd also had to borrow a tie because it'd been mortifying to see that Jiri had the same budget box-store tie he'd had. One simply did not match his comrade while secretly spying on fan mail. The suits were suspicious enough.

Leo parked himself firmly in front of box B. That was what he'd wanted most out of all this anyway. To help. While Jiri's video would get the laughs and probably the most upvotes, box B was what Leo would use to leverage his contacts to do some real good when the Mansion fell short.

"So, like, we dig in now?" Leo smiled at Alex. He didn't want his friend to see any of the hateful stuff. The guy had enough on his mind. So he grabbed up a nice bulgy looking envelope addressed to IceMan Sam c/o The Mansion. The paper envelope barely contained something that was hot pink.

Unless Leo's cumulative experience as a young adolescent male deceived him, that... was a pair of women's underwear.

"Happy fan mail day!" Leo tossed Jiri another fatty novelty-looking envelope and then took a rather ratty plain one for himself.

Blech. Hate mail. He'd thought the burn marks would indicate distress and hadn't dreamed they were to accompany a specific threat to "burn this mother -uh [beep]er to the ground." He read the direct threat line and then tossed the paper into box A. Maybe this wasn't going to be all funshine and rainbows.

>>"Sir yes Sir, Mr. Morris Sir!"

Yup. The Brat Brigade seemed entirely too eager for this detention.
That did not bode well at all. Jiri was positively bouncing, and while Alex was a little more subdued, as usual, Leo seemed ready to dive right in. Mirror didn't really care what they preferred to work with, as long as they got the sorting done and nobody got hurt.

>>"So, like, we dig in now?... Happy fan mail day!"

Gawain sighed and sat back, watching them pull pink underwear out of a package, and some novelty items from another.

"There are gloves in that box it anything looks fishy" he supplied, nodding towards a box on the edge of the table. He didn't make a move to take part in the sorting, but he kept an eye on box A. He's have to look that over with Sam later, and possibly save everything that could be used in court at a later incident...

"I know this looks exciting, but I promise you, if any of you even think about soliciting panties from your fans, you'll be cleaning the Mansion with a toothbrush for the foreseeable future. Your own toothbrush."

Just to be clear.