icecoldfrost: (pure ambition)
After many enlightening conversations with Shaw, Leland, Lourdes, and Selene, Emma had ideas.

She didn't disagree with the Council's stated goal of monetizing mutation. If a mutant wanted to use their power to make money, more power to them. There was no reason they shouldn't be able to do so, so long as it was their choice, there was no coercion, OSHA standards were met and followed, and they were paid properly. Setting in place the legislation and technologies to do that seemed common sense, and a logical way to generate revenue given that the Hellfire Club was already ahead of the curve in finding ways to combine mutation and technology and patenting it.

She did disagree with Ned Buckman's continued existence, but Shaw wouldn't believe her about the man's ultimate goals. It was infuriating.

But they'd even given Emma a lab. She wasn't Tony Stark, but after years of living with Hank and tinkering with technology from worlds not her own, she was hardly an amateur. Her pet project of the moment was a sliding-scale inhibitor, which could be worn by emerging mutants. Turn a power off completely, let certain bits and pieces through while blocking other, more hazardous methods of manifestation, setting limits as to how much power they could manifest at once during training, emergency shut-down procedures... it could be a better, safer way of letting new mutants train with their powers and not need to worry about endangering lives.

Which was what Emma's greatest idea came down to -- training. It was obvious, really. Whoever controlled the training programs for mutants was eventually going to be the one controlling when and how mutations were used, and therefore controlled the profit; both monetary and political.

But right now, there was only one person training mutants, and that was Xavier with his handpicked class. But how many more mutants were out there, like Emma had been? Lost, alone, and in need of training before their powers consumed them? Not one of them was any less deserving of training than the poster children of Westchester but Xavier sat there, in his safe little compound, with mutant finding technology and he wasn't doing anything to help the hundreds of mutants across the United States who were alone and trying to survive as homo sapien superior.

(Candy had tried to ask Warren about it once, carefully, without outing Emma, and all he'd said is "Well, it's not an academy for the gifted if everyone can come." Candy had dumped him for two weeks for that, and Emma loved her all the more for it.)

She almost missed the tiny article that scrolled along her newsfeed, to be honest. Just a few lines in between articles on mergers and acquisitions, but Emma had very very few things from her life before Fandom tagged to show up, so the little headline of 'Snow Valley Educational Bastion In Peril?,' it caught her eye.

Low enrollment. Withdrawal of donor support. Oh, these were things Emma could fix, and use to her advantage. It only took a few phone calls, a check, and a telepathic conference with her fellow Hellfire Club compatriots to get her idea in motion. She could push-through co-education enrollment, she wasn't worried about that. Emma had the relevant degree, the money, and now, a position on the board of trustees. It was as good a start as she could possibly hope for.

After all, you needed somewhere to train the next generation of mutants, and the Berkshires of Massachusetts seemed as good and safe place as any. Especially when you had a werewolf boyfriend who needed to roam free on occasion. The Massachusetts Academy was perfect.

Now all she needed as a decent lair residence IN the city -- because she sure as hell wasn't going to retire to the country full-time now -- but finding decent real estate in Manhattan was hell. Seriously. Between the X-Men and the Brotherhood and other nonsense, home insurance prices were insane.

Thanks, Xavier. GREAT PR job for mutants, right there. UGH.

[OOC: Open for calls, texts, hysterical laughing from canonical foreknowledge...]
icecoldfrost: (pure ambition)
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Candy asked for the fifth time as her fingers danced through Emma's hair, weaving the strands into a complex updo. "I mean, are you sure-sure?"

"I dropped off their radar seven weeks ago, have had Frost International up and running and ready to go public for six months, bought my building out from under them two years ago, fired the super that was spying on me yesterday," Emma replied as she expertly applied her eyeliner, "--and sent in my notice over email this morning. If I'm not ready now, Candy-cane, I might as well roll over and play dead."

You can have anything in life if you will sacrifice everything else for it. -- J.M. Barrie )

[OOC: NFB, NFI, OOC welcome.]
icecoldfrost: (Hellfire Club)
It was a box that Leland put on his desk, and Shaw raised one eyebrow in silent question.  

"The Frost girl," Harry answered bluntly.  "Bloody hell, Shaw, you could have warned me that she was a slippery one.  I'm not quite convinced she's real after all this."

it's like she dropped off the grid for years. )

"For now, we invited her to the Yule Ball, let's see if she takes the bait."  Shaw smiled and Harry Leland shook his head in amusement.  "Time to see if she's up for the slightly more sordid side of Hellfire."  
icecoldfrost: (when I grow up (I'll turn the tables))
It seemed that Emma's future was catching up to her present.

She'd gotten a huge migraine a few days before, the likes of which she hadn't had to deal with since her manifestation, and today... today it was taking all her willpower not to tweak a few brains.

Haven't you heard? Some star athlete in California was revealed to be a mutant )

Which is why it was no surprise to anyone that knew her that Emma would take refuge in the library. Or, that once she'd found a secluded corner, that she'd whip out her Blackberry and start texting people.

Fucking bigots. Screw this, she was going back for Homecoming.

[OOC: NFB, open for calls, texts, etc. Chunks of text, characters, & plot swiped from Emma Frost, Issue 14, "Bloom," Part 2 of 6.]
icecoldfrost: (when I grow up (I'll turn the tables))
It seemed that Emma's future was catching up to her present.

She'd gotten a huge migraine a few days before, the likes of which she hadn't had to deal with since her manifestation, and today... today it was taking all her willpower not to tweak a few brains.

Haven't you heard? Some star athlete in California was revealed to be a mutant )

Which is why it was no surprise to anyone that knew her that Emma would take refuge in the library. Or, that once she'd found a secluded corner, that she'd whip out her Blackberry and start texting people.

Fucking bigots. Screw this, she was going back for Homecoming.

[OOC: NFB, open for calls, texts, etc. Chunks of text, characters, & plot swiped from Emma Frost, Issue 14, "Bloom," Part 2 of 6.]
icecoldfrost: (hard at work)
Unlike Fandom, the roof of the student dormitories at ESU were closed to students, and they were forbidden from going up there.

Then again, Emma Frost hadn't gotten as far as she had by paying any attention to rules.

It was a gorgeous day, sunny and bright and warm as she laid out her blanket on the roof where no one could see her. She had her cigarettes, her lighter, her phone, and the utter PILE of homework she had for her classes. Taking the accelerated Danger Shop courses had allowed her to test out of many of her general education classes that most freshmen had to take, and with the sheer amount of credits she was taking right now, she might be finished in two years, if she kept her grades up and maintained the grueling pace she'd set for herself. Even with two majors and a minor.

At the rate she was going, she was going to have enough classes to count as an engineering minor, too.

Even the most studious girl needed a break from the library - and all the deliciously info-packed-yet-incredibly-shallow brains that occupied it, which was why she'd sought refuge up here today. She could smoke, study for midterms, and not need to worry about hiding her Blackberry, dammit. She could text if she wanted to!

[OOC: NFB, open for calls/texts/etc]
icecoldfrost: (hard at work)
Unlike Fandom, the roof of the student dormitories at ESU were closed to students, and they were forbidden from going up there.

Then again, Emma Frost hadn't gotten as far as she had by paying any attention to rules.

It was a gorgeous day, sunny and bright and warm as she laid out her blanket on the roof where no one could see her. She had her cigarettes, her lighter, her phone, and the utter PILE of homework she had for her classes. Taking the accelerated Danger Shop courses had allowed her to test out of many of her general education classes that most freshmen had to take, and with the sheer amount of credits she was taking right now, she might be finished in two years, if she kept her grades up and maintained the grueling pace she'd set for herself. Even with two majors and a minor.

At the rate she was going, she was going to have enough classes to count as an engineering minor, too.

Even the most studious girl needed a break from the library - and all the deliciously info-packed-yet-incredibly-shallow brains that occupied it, which was why she'd sought refuge up here today. She could smoke, study for midterms, and not need to worry about hiding her Blackberry, dammit. She could text if she wanted to!

[OOC: NFB, open for calls/texts/etc]
icecoldfrost: (nail bite // black dress)
Well, that was the last of it.

Emma surveyed the neatly labeled & taped piles of boxes before capping off her pen. She'd been dropping stuff off with Hank for months, and yet she still had boxes of items she needed to get to New York. Somehow the two bags worth of items she'd shown up to Fandom with had morphed through the years into all these boxes, and Emma wasn't quite sure how - or when - it had happened.

Hank had promised her long long ago that she'd only be at Fandom for the summer if she didn't like it; and now there were people she'd actually miss.

Not that you could get her to admit it, though. Emma Grace Frost was about to move back to New York and take over the world Empire State campus. It was time to show the world what she was made of.

[OOC: Open door, open post for calls, visitors, etc. Emma's last public post in Fandom!]
icecoldfrost: (nail bite // black dress)
Well, that was the last of it.

Emma surveyed the neatly labeled & taped piles of boxes before capping off her pen. She'd been dropping stuff off with Hank for months, and yet she still had boxes of items she needed to get to New York. Somehow the two bags worth of items she'd shown up to Fandom with had morphed through the years into all these boxes, and Emma wasn't quite sure how - or when - it had happened.

Hank had promised her long long ago that she'd only be at Fandom for the summer if she didn't like it; and now there were people she'd actually miss.

Not that you could get her to admit it, though. Emma Grace Frost was about to move back to New York and take over the world Empire State campus. It was time to show the world what she was made of.

[OOC: Open door, open post for calls, visitors, etc. Emma's last public post in Fandom!]
icecoldfrost: (a shadow of something whole)
Emma couldn't face the idea of staying another moment in Massachusetts, and they couldn't get a portal back to the island until morning.

Besides, Rhode Island was probably the last place anyone would think to look for them, and therefore safest. The hotel was also almost completely empty, so the manager was willing to cut them a deal to get two rooms for the night.

Emma just wanted a hot shower and a bed. And for someone to explain to her why she'd waken up on the lawn of the Clinic.


[OOC: Wrap-up and relaxation for the rescue rangers. NFB due to distance.]
icecoldfrost: (a shadow of something whole)
Emma couldn't face the idea of staying another moment in Massachusetts, and they couldn't get a portal back to the island until morning.

Besides, Rhode Island was probably the last place anyone would think to look for them, and therefore safest. The hotel was also almost completely empty, so the manager was willing to cut them a deal to get two rooms for the night.

Emma just wanted a hot shower and a bed. And for someone to explain to her why she'd waken up on the lawn of the Clinic.


[OOC: Wrap-up and relaxation for the rescue rangers. NFB due to distance.]
icecoldfrost: (scared)
Emma's parents had always politely referred to it as 'The Clinic.' The Snow Valley Pavilion for the Mentally Disturbed. )

[OOC: Cut for violence, NPC abuse, disturbing images, etc. Preplayed with my fantastic cast, who helped me bring Emma's original origin from Generation X #24 into Fandom High canon. Oh, and shamelessly rip off a little bit of Endsong for the end. I feel no guilt. NFI, NFB, OOC = OK.]
icecoldfrost: (scared)
Emma's parents had always politely referred to it as 'The Clinic.' The Snow Valley Pavilion for the Mentally Disturbed. )

[OOC: Cut for violence, NPC abuse, disturbing images, etc. Preplayed with my fantastic cast, who helped me bring Emma's original origin from Generation X #24 into Fandom High canon. Oh, and shamelessly rip off a little bit of Endsong for the end. I feel no guilt. NFI, NFB, OOC = OK.]
icecoldfrost: (you shall not pass)
Emma hadn't exactly had photographs of her childhood or family home laying about her room, so this was the first time anyone from Fandom had laid eyes on Frost House, the massive structure sitting silently behind the iron gates.

Not exactly a welcoming sight to uninvited guests. )

[OOC: NFI, NFB, OOC=OK. Preplayed with [livejournal.com profile] bitten_notshy, [livejournal.com profile] fratboybitch, [livejournal.com profile] glacial_witch, [livejournal.com profile] justwantsquiet, and [livejournal.com profile] theotherpeter. And please give a round of applause to the resplendent [livejournal.com profile] raspberryturk for playing Cordelia!]
icecoldfrost: (you shall not pass)
Emma hadn't exactly had photographs of her childhood or family home laying about her room, so this was the first time anyone from Fandom had laid eyes on Frost House, the massive structure sitting silently behind the iron gates.

Not exactly a welcoming sight to uninvited guests. )

[OOC: NFI, NFB, OOC=OK. Preplayed with [livejournal.com profile] bitten_notshy, [livejournal.com profile] fratboybitch, [livejournal.com profile] glacial_witch, [livejournal.com profile] justwantsquiet, and [livejournal.com profile] theotherpeter. And please give a round of applause to the resplendent [livejournal.com profile] raspberryturk for playing Cordelia!]
icecoldfrost: (a shadow of something whole)
Emma hadn't meant to stay out so late shopping, she really hadn't. Once she'd realized it was almost nine, she'd hurried for her portal, ducking down the safer shortcuts that she still knew like the back of her hand. New York was her city, and that knowledge gave Emma the confidence to hurry along, less than mindful of her surroundings than she would have been anywhere else.

When she'd tripped over something, she just swore at herself for not watching the sidewalk more carefully, and set about picking up her bags. She didn't pay any mind to the two men walking past her; at least, not until the turned around and grabbed her.

The last thing she remembered, she hadn't even had time to scream or shift before a cloth was pressed over her face, and the chloroform kicked in. )

[OOC: General warning for disturbing shit and abuse of authority. Establishy. NFB, NFI, OOC = OK.]
icecoldfrost: (a shadow of something whole)
Emma hadn't meant to stay out so late shopping, she really hadn't. Once she'd realized it was almost nine, she'd hurried for her portal, ducking down the safer shortcuts that she still knew like the back of her hand. New York was her city, and that knowledge gave Emma the confidence to hurry along, less than mindful of her surroundings than she would have been anywhere else.

When she'd tripped over something, she just swore at herself for not watching the sidewalk more carefully, and set about picking up her bags. She didn't pay any mind to the two men walking past her; at least, not until the turned around and grabbed her.

The last thing she remembered, she hadn't even had time to scream or shift before a cloth was pressed over her face, and the chloroform kicked in. )

[OOC: General warning for disturbing shit and abuse of authority. Establishy. NFB, NFI, OOC = OK.]
icecoldfrost: (when I grow up (I'll turn the tables))
It was with determination and assurance that Winston and Hazel Frost knocked on the office door that supposedly belonged to the vice-principal.

The fact that Emma had - willingly - told them where they could meet with a school official had Winston suspicious, and, admittedly, intrigued. Emma had never been the most willful of his children, but she was the most unpredictable. Adrienne and Cordelia were...less than thrilled to be dragged along on this part of the trip, but it would strike a greater blow against Emma to see the entire family there, unified against her.

It's oooopeeeeeen... )

[OOC: LET THERE BE PLOT! Follows this. MEGAPROPS to [livejournal.com profile] mouthy_merc for preplaying with me!]

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