icecoldfrost: (cherry lips and)
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Given that whatever holiday plans Emma would have made for herself had been thwarted by Portalocity, she had two options:

Twinkies and Hamburger Helper with Hank, whom she'd have to remind that it was Thanksgiving, or accepting an invitation to the Hellfire Club's annual - and tre exclusive - Thankful Virtues Costume Ball & Charity Dinner, which had arrived in the mail at her PO box. Hello, she lived in Brooklyn. Like hell she had anything important sent to her apartment.

And no, staying home alone and eating pasta with basil and balsamic vinegar for dinner (again) was not an option, which meant that Emma Grace Frost needed a dress. Which her student lifestyle would not afford her.

So, Emma had done what Emma did best, waltzed into the most exclusive stores downtown, the type that only carried ONE of each dress, and when she finally found something she liked, she stole it using her powers.

Rather like she had for another party, many years ago, which had set her on the path to Fandom in the first place and was why she was here today. Although that one hadn't *technically* been a Hellfire affair.

So now she was standing at the top of the grand staircase of the New York Hellfire Club, waiting to be announced and trying to resist adjusting the sheer veil covering her face and hair. She'd take it off later for dinner, but she had an entrance to make.

"Miss Emma Grace Frost," the steward intoned, and Emma's chin went up imperceptibly as she stepped forward. "Representing the virtue of 'Chastity.'"

Oh, the irony. It was strong here, amongst the rich and privileged members of the elite, all of whom had come costumed as 'Humility,' 'Temperance,' or 'Frugality.'

Look, she hadn't seen her boyfriend in far too long. She could be a bitch and make the entire damn club look and not touch if she wanted to. Considering some of the other costumes floating around, she was downright demure tonight.

This was, after all, the Hellfire Club. This might be one of the semi-public parties open to non-members, but that only meant that the more salacious bits were taking place behind closed doors.

For now.

[OOC: Open in the OCD for calls/texts/etc. NFB, as usual.]
bitten_notshy: ([neu] above in a tie)
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Thanksgiving with Derek and Laura had turned out to be an easy, almost lazy day. Laura was funny and sharp and seemed happy with Jack as long as he listened to her in the kitchen (not hard to do), dinner was delicious, and Derek got distinctly ... lighter, somehow ... around his sister. But after dinner, when the Hales were deep in a movie marathon that seemed to be some kind of tradition, Jack slipped away to make a phone call.

"Happy Thanksgiving, darling."

bitten_notshy: ([neu] hood up)
From: [personal profile] bitten_notshy
"Of course not, but I went home with Derek for his," Jack answered easily. "I figure it's as much my holiday as anyone's by now. Are you having fun?"
bitten_notshy: ([neu] dancing)
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"So that's something, but I still wish I was there with you -- if only so I knew why you sounded like the cat who got into the cream," Jack half-complained. "Any progress with Portalocity, by the way? The idiots on this end still can't find any portals to your dimension."
bitten_notshy: ([neu] dancing)
From: [personal profile] bitten_notshy
Jack eyed the photo on his phone for a long moment before answering.

"The chains do put one in mind of a chastity belt," he said thickly. "So I suppose it could work for either. I have to say, the theme sounds almost Victorian of you. Were there tableau vivants?"
bitten_notshy: ([neu] almost never this shy)
From: [personal profile] bitten_notshy
"Of course," Jack nodded, and might have taken the conversation in a different direction indeed if there weren't two born werewolves in the front room. "It sounds like a very worthwhile thanksgiving indeed. What virtue would you have assigned me to, if I'd been there?"

From his blander tone, she might guess that he had some concerns about being overheard. Not enough that he wouldn't be affectionate, but enough that he wouldn't be out-and-out filthy.
Edited Date: 2012-11-23 03:21 am (UTC)
bitten_notshy: ([neg] I have no idea what to say)
From: [personal profile] bitten_notshy
"Noli me tangere. I'll hardly complain about it," Jack answered. "And white's always suited you. But if I chose just for me -- I might have made you fortitude, in red and chainmail. And I could have still been honor."
bitten_notshy: ([pos] happy boy)
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"I think Laura wins those by default," Jack said, with a little laugh. "It's surprisingly normal. Well, other than the part where we hunted and killed the turkey ourselves, but maybe that's the tradition..."

He was pulling Emma's leg.
bitten_notshy: ([neu] broody in leather)
From: [personal profile] bitten_notshy
"I don't know, but I can tell you I don't want to be the turkey," Jack said, in a fake American accent. Switching back to his normal voice, he added, "Will that do?"
bitten_notshy: ([neu] pacing)
From: [personal profile] bitten_notshy
"It was a rather large turkey for three people," Jack shrugged. "Did they feed you turkey at the club, or am I going to have to take you out for a feast when the portals are straightened out?"
bitten_notshy: ([neu] on the edge)
From: [personal profile] bitten_notshy
"Spoiled," Jack decided warmly. "Make any interesting connections in between the feasting?"
Edited Date: 2012-11-24 11:37 pm (UTC)
bitten_notshy: ([neu] trust this face)
From: [personal profile] bitten_notshy
"that's good, even if they're such nice breasts to stare at," Jack teased. "And don't ask me to untangle female friendships. Frankly you scare me."
bitten_notshy: ([pos] happy boy)
From: [personal profile] bitten_notshy
"Women as a whole," Jack said, laughing a little. "You scare me too, but not by being girlish."

This conversation was going to get Jack in trouble, wasn't it?


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