icecoldfrost: (Elegant Emma)
After Emma had seen Christian off on Saturday, she had gone back to the hotel, shut her door, turned off the lights, and gone to bed.

There had been no sobbing, hysterics, or screaming at the world about how unfair it was. She had taken a shower, washed and dried her hair, put on her pajamas, and gone to sleep. Sunday had been spent sitting on the bed, doing her readings for the next week since portals on Sunday typically cost more than on Tuesday, and Emma was trying to save on her trips back-and-forth to Fandom.

But this was Monday, and Monday meant certain social obligations had to be met after she had called into her Monday fencing class, faking a cough for the professor's answering machine. If there was one class she could get away with skipping, it was that one. She was already more than adept at her chosen sport, after all, and had been acting more as the TA than a general student for the last few semesters.

But it was still Monday, which meant appearances had to be kept up in between bouts of homework and manipulating the stock market. Hair brushed and styled, fashionable pantsuit, adorable shoes. And, of course, the New York Times.

A girl had to have priorities.

[OOC: Open for calls/texts/etc before she heads over to the Nest for the afternoon/evening.]
icecoldfrost: (I can see inside your mind)
Emma was in the middle of her kickboxing class when she was just struck with the sense of - for lack of a better term - wrong. She couldn't sense anything with her powers to account for it, it was just... like a voice over an intercom where you couldn't make out the words, or a popular song with two notes out-of-tune. Or a ripple in a lake with no source. Nothing she could articulate, just...wrong. Echos of nails on a chalkboard and why couldn't she place this damned -

- Of course, the middle of kickboxing class was generally not a good place for one get hit by nebulous feelings of doom and dread, and the next thing Emma knew, she was on the floor, her sparring partner shrilly apologizing over and over, and her classmates hovering.

"Please stay down, Frost," the the cute coach was saying, even as things swam in circles around her. "You might have a concussion, and you've got a bloody nose. Can you tell me how many fingers I'm holding up?"

"Three, my name is Emma Grace Frost, I am about to turn nineteen years old next month, this is Kickboxing for Beginners, and Ellen there just nailed me on the side of the head," Emma said crossly. "That wasn't the move we were supposed to be practicing."

"But you always seem to know what I'm going to do next!" Ellen wailed, looking distraught. "I didn't think it would hurt to try something new!"

"Ellen, go get Emma some ice," the teacher sighed. "Fine, no concussion. But take it easy the rest of the day, okay? I'd skip any other classes today if I were you, and I'll give you a note in case your other professors raise a fuss."

That was perfectly fine with Emma. She was just going to hole up in her now single-room with an ice pack and a large mug of tea, and try to resist the urge to call Kerrigan or Sookie or Karla like a frightened child. She was Emma Frost, dammit. She wasn't going to go running to other people over a mild spook like this.

....start randomly texting, maybe. But at least it was something to focus on that wasn't homework, and now she could do it without worrying about a roommate catching her.

[OOC: NFB, Open for calls, texts, what-have-you.]
icecoldfrost: (I can see inside your mind)
Emma was in the middle of her kickboxing class when she was just struck with the sense of - for lack of a better term - wrong. She couldn't sense anything with her powers to account for it, it was just... like a voice over an intercom where you couldn't make out the words, or a popular song with two notes out-of-tune. Or a ripple in a lake with no source. Nothing she could articulate, just...wrong. Echos of nails on a chalkboard and why couldn't she place this damned -

- Of course, the middle of kickboxing class was generally not a good place for one get hit by nebulous feelings of doom and dread, and the next thing Emma knew, she was on the floor, her sparring partner shrilly apologizing over and over, and her classmates hovering.

"Please stay down, Frost," the the cute coach was saying, even as things swam in circles around her. "You might have a concussion, and you've got a bloody nose. Can you tell me how many fingers I'm holding up?"

"Three, my name is Emma Grace Frost, I am about to turn nineteen years old next month, this is Kickboxing for Beginners, and Ellen there just nailed me on the side of the head," Emma said crossly. "That wasn't the move we were supposed to be practicing."

"But you always seem to know what I'm going to do next!" Ellen wailed, looking distraught. "I didn't think it would hurt to try something new!"

"Ellen, go get Emma some ice," the teacher sighed. "Fine, no concussion. But take it easy the rest of the day, okay? I'd skip any other classes today if I were you, and I'll give you a note in case your other professors raise a fuss."

That was perfectly fine with Emma. She was just going to hole up in her now single-room with an ice pack and a large mug of tea, and try to resist the urge to call Kerrigan or Sookie or Karla like a frightened child. She was Emma Frost, dammit. She wasn't going to go running to other people over a mild spook like this.

....start randomly texting, maybe. But at least it was something to focus on that wasn't homework, and now she could do it without worrying about a roommate catching her.

[OOC: NFB, Open for calls, texts, what-have-you.]
icecoldfrost: (diamond form: cold hard heart)
To be perfectly honest, Emma wasn't sure when she'd last eaten something besides coffee. With the voices getting louder and more insistent, she hadn't been able to sleep in the dorms, let alone find her appetite. She'd changed back to diamond hours ago to delay the need for sleep, but even now she could feel the edges of exhaustion wearing on her.

She was a telepath, dammit. She was smarter than the vast majority of the people on this island, and there was no excuse for her not to find something useful. )

[[OOC: Possibly to be continued in comments, open for calls/texts if desired.]]
icecoldfrost: (diamond form: cold hard heart)
To be perfectly honest, Emma wasn't sure when she'd last eaten something besides coffee. With the voices getting louder and more insistent, she hadn't been able to sleep in the dorms, let alone find her appetite. She'd changed back to diamond hours ago to delay the need for sleep, but even now she could feel the edges of exhaustion wearing on her.

She was a telepath, dammit. She was smarter than the vast majority of the people on this island, and there was no excuse for her not to find something useful. )

[[OOC: Possibly to be continued in comments, open for calls/texts if desired.]]
icecoldfrost: (coffee addict)
It was a lazy Sunday so far. Emma had swiped an extra piece of Bobby's cake for breakfast this morning, and now she was at the Perk catching up on her accounting homework, gleefully manipulating the numbers to make them do what she wanted.

Really, the staff should know better by now than to give her that double espresso shot.

Somewhere just outside the window, there was a rustle. A bump. And the sound of scuffling. )

[OOC: NFI, establishy.]
icecoldfrost: (coffee addict)
It was a lazy Sunday so far. Emma had swiped an extra piece of Bobby's cake for breakfast this morning, and now she was at the Perk catching up on her accounting homework, gleefully manipulating the numbers to make them do what she wanted.

Really, the staff should know better by now than to give her that double espresso shot.

Somewhere just outside the window, there was a rustle. A bump. And the sound of scuffling. )

[OOC: NFI, establishy.]
icecoldfrost: (I have a hat)
Wednesdays were Emma's slow day. No classes, no homework, and she typically did all her Special Classes on Thursday before going to film studies.

She'd already talked to Jack and was bored again. So since Triela would be out part of the afternoon at Gun Club, she had the door open and her music up, and was reading a completely trashy magazine.

What? She knew what her roommate had been up to last night when she'd been out. Any teasing from certain other parties would result in teasing and potential blackmail. Unfortunately for Triela, telepaths either made the best or worst roommates ever, depending on their mood.

[Open door, open post, looking for two in particular.]
icecoldfrost: (I have a hat)
Wednesdays were Emma's slow day. No classes, no homework, and she typically did all her Special Classes on Thursday before going to film studies.

She'd already talked to Jack and was bored again. So since Triela would be out part of the afternoon at Gun Club, she had the door open and her music up, and was reading a completely trashy magazine.

What? She knew what her roommate had been up to last night when she'd been out. Any teasing from certain other parties would result in teasing and potential blackmail. Unfortunately for Triela, telepaths either made the best or worst roommates ever, depending on their mood.

[Open door, open post, looking for two in particular.]
icecoldfrost: (diamond form)
Let it never be said that Emma Frost did not learn from her mistakes.

After the last fuss Jack had raised, since he'd heard about her body-swapping adventures from Karla rather than hearing from Emma herself, she decided to head this particular bout of flailing off before it could even start.

Which was why she was sitting on her bed, very carefully pressing the buttons on her phone as she sent a picture-text to a boy half a world and a dimension away.
Look, darling, new trick!


Yes, she was counting down how long it would take him to call back. Emma was bored.


[Open door, open post, SP warning.]
icecoldfrost: (diamond form)
Let it never be said that Emma Frost did not learn from her mistakes.

After the last fuss Jack had raised, since he'd heard about her body-swapping adventures from Karla rather than hearing from Emma herself, she decided to head this particular bout of flailing off before it could even start.

Which was why she was sitting on her bed, very carefully pressing the buttons on her phone as she sent a picture-text to a boy half a world and a dimension away.
Look, darling, new trick!


Yes, she was counting down how long it would take him to call back. Emma was bored.


[Open door, open post, SP warning.]
icecoldfrost: (voices in my head; alone in my heart)
Emma was quite done with this nonsense, thank you.

After a few bags had appeared around her feet during First Aid, continually tripping her up, she'd stomped back to the cabin, yanked the bags out from earlier, and promptly gone and tossed them in fire pits around the cabins. Sheilding herself didn't seem to stop them from them from appearing, or to stop her from chucking the smaller ones out the window.

The giant box marked 'Warning: Hazardous Materials' with the names of her family scrawled on it was too heavy to lift, so it got a blanket thrown over it, and Emma was going to sit on it and read her book, occasionally tossing another handbag outside.

Take that, Fandom.

[For those that know who they be, plz.]
icecoldfrost: (voices in my head; alone in my heart)
Emma was quite done with this nonsense, thank you.

After a few bags had appeared around her feet during First Aid, continually tripping her up, she'd stomped back to the cabin, yanked the bags out from earlier, and promptly gone and tossed them in fire pits around the cabins. Sheilding herself didn't seem to stop them from them from appearing, or to stop her from chucking the smaller ones out the window.

The giant box marked 'Warning: Hazardous Materials' with the names of her family scrawled on it was too heavy to lift, so it got a blanket thrown over it, and Emma was going to sit on it and read her book, occasionally tossing another handbag outside.

Take that, Fandom.

[For those that know who they be, plz.]
icecoldfrost: (Ermine!Emma says wheeeeeeeeeee!)
It was lucky for Emma that ermines likes burrowing into things, such as blankets. Because it meant when she woke up person-shaped (and without clothes) on Wednesday morning, she wasn't freezing or in a hideously embarrassing situation. Well, no more embarrassing than being a rather cuddly ermine had been in the first place.

Blanket firmly wrapped around herself, Emma hopped out of bed and headed over to her dresser to pick out some clothes and find her shampoo. After a week of being small and furry, a hot shower and something to wear that wasn't a blue ribbon sounded fantastic.

[OOC: For the roomie, should she wish, and open to other visitors once Emma is happily clothed.]
icecoldfrost: (Ermine!Emma says wheeeeeeeeeee!)
It was lucky for Emma that ermines likes burrowing into things, such as blankets. Because it meant when she woke up person-shaped (and without clothes) on Wednesday morning, she wasn't freezing or in a hideously embarrassing situation. Well, no more embarrassing than being a rather cuddly ermine had been in the first place.

Blanket firmly wrapped around herself, Emma hopped out of bed and headed over to her dresser to pick out some clothes and find her shampoo. After a week of being small and furry, a hot shower and something to wear that wasn't a blue ribbon sounded fantastic.

[OOC: For the roomie, should she wish, and open to other visitors once Emma is happily clothed.]
icecoldfrost: (Ermine!Emma is wee and furry)
The first thing Emma was aware of, as she started to wake up, was how nice and warm it was in the room. Her comforter was wonderfully fluffy, and she wasn't really in the mood to get up yet. It was like sleeping in a giant blanket-fort.

It took a few moments for her to realize there was a reason her blankets seemed so huge. Emma was a bit smaller than usual. And a little bit furrier.

Emma chattered, annoyed, as she tried to reach out with her powers to make someone come help her dig her way out from under all these blankets. Except that her powers didn't seem to be working; she couldn't sense anyone, or get outside her own head! Making a distressing situation even more stressful. Emma didn't like being this alone in her head, dammit. She hadn't had quiet like this since she was thirteen, and not being able to holler for help was vexing.

It was going to be a long day.

[OOC: Off to the in-laws until Sunday, and unsure of internet access! If you see me on AIM, I'm around! Modding rights belonging to [livejournal.com profile] provostsdog, [livejournal.com profile] bitten_notshy and [livejournal.com profile] glacial_witch.]
icecoldfrost: (Ermine!Emma is wee and furry)
The first thing Emma was aware of, as she started to wake up, was how nice and warm it was in the room. Her comforter was wonderfully fluffy, and she wasn't really in the mood to get up yet. It was like sleeping in a giant blanket-fort.

It took a few moments for her to realize there was a reason her blankets seemed so huge. Emma was a bit smaller than usual. And a little bit furrier.

Emma chattered, annoyed, as she tried to reach out with her powers to make someone come help her dig her way out from under all these blankets. Except that her powers didn't seem to be working; she couldn't sense anyone, or get outside her own head! Making a distressing situation even more stressful. Emma didn't like being this alone in her head, dammit. She hadn't had quiet like this since she was thirteen, and not being able to holler for help was vexing.

It was going to be a long day.

[OOC: Off to the in-laws until Sunday, and unsure of internet access! If you see me on AIM, I'm around! Modding rights belonging to [livejournal.com profile] provostsdog, [livejournal.com profile] bitten_notshy and [livejournal.com profile] glacial_witch.]
icecoldfrost: (I can kill you with my mind)
Hank had a saying; what Emma wants, Emma gets. And what Emma wanted right now was her fencing sword, because being surprised in the shower by that... thing had not been pleasant.

From what she was picking up from the other residents, these things were everywhere. So off to the weapons locker it was, to get something sharp so that she didn't have to try and bludgeon the next one to death with her shampoo bottle.

And somewhere along the line she had acquired a Jack, who was being so very Victorian about this, and not letting her out of the dorms alone.

"I don't need a babysitter, you know. I know where the weapons lockers are."

[OOC: For the Victorian Terrier, plz.]
icecoldfrost: (I can kill you with my mind)
Hank had a saying; what Emma wants, Emma gets. And what Emma wanted right now was her fencing sword, because being surprised in the shower by that... thing had not been pleasant.

From what she was picking up from the other residents, these things were everywhere. So off to the weapons locker it was, to get something sharp so that she didn't have to try and bludgeon the next one to death with her shampoo bottle.

And somewhere along the line she had acquired a Jack, who was being so very Victorian about this, and not letting her out of the dorms alone.

"I don't need a babysitter, you know. I know where the weapons lockers are."

[OOC: For the Victorian Terrier, plz.]
icecoldfrost: (Boy!Emma)
Emma was awoken this morning by other people's thoughts.

This, in and of itself, wasn't unusual. Emma was usually woken at least two or three times a night by leakage from the rest of the dorm; bad dreams, loud 'activities', unholy perky people, that sort of thing.

But this was loud. It wasn't just one or two people bouncing around like squirrels on pop-rocks in the morning. No, this was much, much bigger.

And it felt very very familiar in tone. Disturbingly familiar.

Oh hell.

Emma was just going to stay under the blankets all day, if she could get away with it. Possibly kill a particular minion with the power of her brain if she got close enough. What good was it having an underling that 'knew stuff' if she wasn't going to be useful?


[Closed door, open post! SP warning in effect, as I teach three times today.]

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