icecoldfrost: (emma is sleepy!)
Since Jack didn't really have anywhere else to stay, they had gotten back to Emma's dorm late last night. Emma had checked to make sure the coast was clear before sneaking him in, since she didn't want to have to deal with signing in a visitor from another universe.

Jack had taken the spare bed, and they'd collapsed into them like two teenagers grateful to be back in the modern era.

That, however, was last night. Now the sun was starting to peek through the windows, and the sounds of people returning from winter break were echoing in the hallway outside their room.
icecoldfrost: (all your kings and queens)
Contrary to Jack's pessimism and all evidence to the contrary, the world hadn't ended. Emma considered this one a win in her book.

They'd grabbed their items from the base camp - including the condoms they'd stolen from Kwik Stop - giggling slightly maniacally the entire time before heading back to Ronan's place. From there, it should have been simple enough to go to their separate rooms and call around to make sure people were okay and everything was normal.

Except that Emma made a split-second decision. She swapped back to her diamond form, hauled Jack up over her shoulder, and marched up the stairs to her (thankfully!) shielded room.

Look, some people celebrate with dancing in the kitchen. They were young, alive, and over-saturated on caffeine and adrenaline. Emma could think of a few ways to celebrate.

[[OOC: For the modded one! Totally going to end up being NWS.]]
icecoldfrost: (all your kings and queens)
Contrary to Jack's pessimism and all evidence to the contrary, the world hadn't ended. Emma considered this one a win in her book.

They'd grabbed their items from the base camp - including the condoms they'd stolen from Kwik Stop - giggling slightly maniacally the entire time before heading back to Ronan's place. From there, it should have been simple enough to go to their separate rooms and call around to make sure people were okay and everything was normal.

Except that Emma made a split-second decision. She swapped back to her diamond form, hauled Jack up over her shoulder, and marched up the stairs to her (thankfully!) shielded room.

Look, some people celebrate with dancing in the kitchen. They were young, alive, and over-saturated on caffeine and adrenaline. Emma could think of a few ways to celebrate.

[[OOC: For the modded one! Totally going to end up being NWS.]]
icecoldfrost: (emma is coy)
Emma had only meant to slip back to her room for a little bit, looking to grab some of the nice whiskey she liked having on-hand and take it back to the party for those who were still awake.

Except she seemed to be out. Again. With a sigh, she selected a bottle of champagne that had been gathering dust on her closet shelf. Oh well. At least this way they could make mimosas for breakfast...


[For the ginger frenemy, plz.]
icecoldfrost: (emma is coy)
Emma had only meant to slip back to her room for a little bit, looking to grab some of the nice whiskey she liked having on-hand and take it back to the party for those who were still awake.

Except she seemed to be out. Again. With a sigh, she selected a bottle of champagne that had been gathering dust on her closet shelf. Oh well. At least this way they could make mimosas for breakfast...


[For the ginger frenemy, plz.]
icecoldfrost: (hanging out)
Emma had gone and found a copy of the movie in question, and also handwavily checked out a copy of the script from the library, just for reference. After all, they might want to compare the two, if they ended up mocking the movie's shortcomings.

For now, however, she was sprawled out on the bed with her laptop, checking out the extra features on the movie. Technology here? Awesome. These were so much cooler than VHS tapes.

[OOC: Up early for SP goodness with a Difficult Boy, but open before him, sure. ETA: They made it through the movie before getting NWS, but it's getting dirty...]
icecoldfrost: (hanging out)
Emma had gone and found a copy of the movie in question, and also handwavily checked out a copy of the script from the library, just for reference. After all, they might want to compare the two, if they ended up mocking the movie's shortcomings.

For now, however, she was sprawled out on the bed with her laptop, checking out the extra features on the movie. Technology here? Awesome. These were so much cooler than VHS tapes.

[OOC: Up early for SP goodness with a Difficult Boy, but open before him, sure. ETA: They made it through the movie before getting NWS, but it's getting dirty...]
icecoldfrost: (White Queen Rising)
It was a beautiful, clear night. The best possible kind of night to take in Manhatten, in Emma's personal opinion, and they had the best possible party to enjoy.

Ben Nishimura's charity benefit was a veritable Who's Who of interesting and powerful people, ranging from socialites to politicians and businessmen from across the globe. The cream of society had the run of the Met for the evening, and after a few rounds of the floors, Emma found herself in her favorite spot of the entire museum: the roof garden, with its sculptures and perfect view of the park.

She leaned on the ledge, looking out at the trees as she sipped her drink. Tonight was going fantastically, at least on her end. They hadn't had a single issue getting into the party, Nishimura had remembered her from Cumberland's gala (and she'd spent a good two hours with his hand on her waist as he introduced her to various people), and there was no sign of Leland. Plus, she had more than enough information to make this trip profitable, and she was definitely calling her broker in the morning.

Best yet, still no migraine. She was getting better at this.

< Jack, you ought to come up here, > she sent out, keeping her touch light so she wouldn't startle him. < The view is to die for. >

[For the other party-crasher. NFB due to off-island shenanigans. ETA: Getting NWS in the second thread, because they're a pair of delinquents with four months of UST.]

icecoldfrost: (White Queen Rising)
It was a beautiful, clear night. The best possible kind of night to take in Manhatten, in Emma's personal opinion, and they had the best possible party to enjoy.

Ben Nishimura's charity benefit was a veritable Who's Who of interesting and powerful people, ranging from socialites to politicians and businessmen from across the globe. The cream of society had the run of the Met for the evening, and after a few rounds of the floors, Emma found herself in her favorite spot of the entire museum: the roof garden, with its sculptures and perfect view of the park.

She leaned on the ledge, looking out at the trees as she sipped her drink. Tonight was going fantastically, at least on her end. They hadn't had a single issue getting into the party, Nishimura had remembered her from Cumberland's gala (and she'd spent a good two hours with his hand on her waist as he introduced her to various people), and there was no sign of Leland. Plus, she had more than enough information to make this trip profitable, and she was definitely calling her broker in the morning.

Best yet, still no migraine. She was getting better at this.

< Jack, you ought to come up here, > she sent out, keeping her touch light so she wouldn't startle him. < The view is to die for. >

[For the other party-crasher. NFB due to off-island shenanigans. ETA: Getting NWS in the second thread, because they're a pair of delinquents with four months of UST.]

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