icecoldfrost: (girls' night out)
This was the most wonderful time of the year, at least as far as Emma Grace Frost was concerned.

She loved Christmas. New Year was amazing. The Met Gala was, as one of her former classmates would say, 'astral.' But New York Fashion Week was the pinnacle of all social events in this town, and was all of those events rolled into one.

"I'm telling you, there's no way we can get from Diane Von Furstenberg over to Jonathan Simkhai in time," she was saying into her phone. "--I'm a telepath, not a teleporter, Candy! There's a difference! I know we have invites to both, but we're going to have to pick one or split up and you have to deal with me in your head later to get a good look at whatever I missed."

"You're sure? Darling, you're a gem and I'll bring my flask. Now, about the after-parties..."

[OOC: NFB, open for calls, texts, etc. I can't NOT post JStam during NYFW."
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: (high society girl)
Emma had been going non-stop for the past two days, and had already dragged herself out of bed and started making pancakes before noon. On a Saturday.

Why? Because it was NYFW. And she and Candy had tickets and wonderful seats and there were parties and Alon Livné was at 1:30 today and he had made her swear up and down that she wouldn't miss it. God, she loved New York. They had been out far too late last night - or this morning, depending if you'd bothered to check a clock - and now they were going to be out ridiculously late again. It was a great week to be young, female, and pretty in New York.

"Get up, you lazy buttface," she hollered, tossing a plastic cup across the room to where Candy was passed out on the bed. "I cooked, it's not on fire, and we need to get ready."

Emma Grace Frost, ladies and gentlemen. The epitome of refinement and beauty. Or something.

[OOC: NFB, open to calls or texts. It is kinda mandatory that I post Emma (and Jessica Stam) during Fashion Week.]
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: (queen of fucking everything)
It had taken Emma an entire day of handwavily working out in the salle and taking long walks on the beach before she'd managed to change back to herself, and now? Now the weather had to go and be fantastic and attempt to ruin her best laid plans.

Clearly, Fandom did not understand who it was messing with. Emma and Quinn had planned a sleepover, and they were going to have one, dammit.

And so, posters went up around the dorms, printed in Emma's bold handwriting. In Emma-logic, if one party was good? Two would be even BETTER, and maybe they could swipe a few bottles from the luau if they decided to make their own tropical punch.

Image under cut for you suckers at work neener neener! )



[OOC: Sure, post open if you want to catch Ems wandering the halls! Poster text says "Slumber Party! For: the ladies of Fandom High. When: tonight, after the luau! Where: 6th floor. Boys will be ejected and/or forced to suffer makeovers."
icecoldfrost: (queen of fucking everything)
It had taken Emma an entire day of handwavily working out in the salle and taking long walks on the beach before she'd managed to change back to herself, and now? Now the weather had to go and be fantastic and attempt to ruin her best laid plans.

Clearly, Fandom did not understand who it was messing with. Emma and Quinn had planned a sleepover, and they were going to have one, dammit.

And so, posters went up around the dorms, printed in Emma's bold handwriting. In Emma-logic, if one party was good? Two would be even BETTER, and maybe they could swipe a few bottles from the luau if they decided to make their own tropical punch.

Image under cut for you suckers at work neener neener! )



[OOC: Sure, post open if you want to catch Ems wandering the halls! Poster text says "Slumber Party! For: the ladies of Fandom High. When: tonight, after the luau! Where: 6th floor. Boys will be ejected and/or forced to suffer makeovers."
icecoldfrost: (upper east side princess)
Emma was trying very very hard to talk herself out of doing something horribly impulsive.

It was one of the most exclusive parties to kick off the season, and Emma had her laptop on her bed as she refreshed websites, reading the commentary and making remarks to the air about some of the outfits. The urge to see if she could fake her way into the gala was strong, and she was sure her powers would keep her from getting kicked out, and so the only things giving her pause were that there were so many cameras, and there were good odds that her older sister might actually be on the guest list.

And there were fewer things Emma wanted to avoid more than an impromptu Frost family reunion.

So she'd content herself -- for now -- with sipping from her vodka stash and reading the live blogs. And making notes about who was talking with who, and what they were wearing, because that sort of information could come in handy later.


[Open door, open post. Enabling of method RP blamed firmly on [livejournal.com profile] bitten_notshy because I am drinking and looking at the outfits.]
icecoldfrost: (upper east side princess)
Emma was trying very very hard to talk herself out of doing something horribly impulsive.

It was one of the most exclusive parties to kick off the season, and Emma had her laptop on her bed as she refreshed websites, reading the commentary and making remarks to the air about some of the outfits. The urge to see if she could fake her way into the gala was strong, and she was sure her powers would keep her from getting kicked out, and so the only things giving her pause were that there were so many cameras, and there were good odds that her older sister might actually be on the guest list.

And there were fewer things Emma wanted to avoid more than an impromptu Frost family reunion.

So she'd content herself -- for now -- with sipping from her vodka stash and reading the live blogs. And making notes about who was talking with who, and what they were wearing, because that sort of information could come in handy later.


[Open door, open post. Enabling of method RP blamed firmly on [livejournal.com profile] bitten_notshy because I am drinking and looking at the outfits.]
icecoldfrost: (upper east side princess)
When they got back to the hotel, Emma was positively giddy. She'd gotten them two-bedroom luxury suites at the Roosevelt Hotel, and ordered up oodles of desserts and drinks from room service.

"Now that is what I call a party," she laughed, popping open a bottle of champagne. "Here's to us, gentlemen."

[OOC: LET'S HEAR IT FOR THE BOYS! Post One | Post Two | Post Three | Post Four.]
icecoldfrost: (upper east side princess)
When they got back to the hotel, Emma was positively giddy. She'd gotten them two-bedroom luxury suites at the Roosevelt Hotel, and ordered up oodles of desserts and drinks from room service.

"Now that is what I call a party," she laughed, popping open a bottle of champagne. "Here's to us, gentlemen."

[OOC: LET'S HEAR IT FOR THE BOYS! Post One | Post Two | Post Three | Post Four.]
icecoldfrost: (Hellfire Club)
It was startlingly simple to find a secluded corner at the party -- or perhaps not, given that the Hellfire Club seemed to specialize in hidden nooks and crannies.

"We have a problem," she said shortly, once the others have arrived. "Namely, bad people doing bad things, and while I normally don't care about that sort of thing, I am not very fond of their idea of fun."

Don't mind George, he was just sliding his hands over the walls to make sure there wasn't anything obvious to allow others to listen or spy. )


[OOC: Continued from here. Preplayed with the fantastic [livejournal.com profile] bitten_notshy, [livejournal.com profile] furnaceface, [livejournal.com profile] noearsyet, with an assist from the spectacular [livejournal.com profile] gotrocketboots. To be continued! NFI, NFB, OOC = AOK.]
icecoldfrost: (Hellfire Club)
It was startlingly simple to find a secluded corner at the party -- or perhaps not, given that the Hellfire Club seemed to specialize in hidden nooks and crannies.

"We have a problem," she said shortly, once the others have arrived. "Namely, bad people doing bad things, and while I normally don't care about that sort of thing, I am not very fond of their idea of fun."

Don't mind George, he was just sliding his hands over the walls to make sure there wasn't anything obvious to allow others to listen or spy. )


[OOC: Continued from here. Preplayed with the fantastic [livejournal.com profile] bitten_notshy, [livejournal.com profile] furnaceface, [livejournal.com profile] noearsyet, with an assist from the spectacular [livejournal.com profile] gotrocketboots. To be continued! NFI, NFB, OOC = AOK.]
icecoldfrost: (The Grace of Frost)
The young scions of New York were out in force tonight, laughing as they tumbled past the formidable entrance of the Hellfire Club. Each one handing over their invitations to the stern-faced bouncers without even acknowledging the men as they passed under the banner reading "Welcome, Future Leaders of Tomorrow."

Emma had presented their invitations with an air of bored entitlement, not even glancing at the bouncers looming menacingly just behind the footmen.

"Do as you will, but harm none," the footman said after looking over the invitation carefully, and they were swept past the majestic doors. Inside the Hellfire Club was a splendid display of wealth and privilege. Sparkling chandeliers, a live orchestra on one balcony, and people mingling about, eating, drinking, seeing and being seen.

Emma almost gleefully grabbed a glass of champagne off a waiter's tray, looking around the party with a predatory look. "So far, so good," she said. "Let's have some fun."

It wasn't that Jonothon was hell-bent on remaining ridiculously antisocial, really. Except for how he probably was. Yes, he was well aware that hanging around the edges of a large social gathering like this one did somewhat defeat the purpose of crashing what was possibly the most elite party ever held for people their age in the world, but. )


[OOC: Continued from here, and preplayed with the awesomesauce [livejournal.com profile] furnaceface. NFI, NFB, OOC = Love. If Uncanny X-Men Annual 2 can play fast and loose with the timeline, so can I.]
icecoldfrost: (The Grace of Frost)
The young scions of New York were out in force tonight, laughing as they tumbled past the formidable entrance of the Hellfire Club. Each one handing over their invitations to the stern-faced bouncers without even acknowledging the men as they passed under the banner reading "Welcome, Future Leaders of Tomorrow."

Emma had presented their invitations with an air of bored entitlement, not even glancing at the bouncers looming menacingly just behind the footmen.

"Do as you will, but harm none," the footman said after looking over the invitation carefully, and they were swept past the majestic doors. Inside the Hellfire Club was a splendid display of wealth and privilege. Sparkling chandeliers, a live orchestra on one balcony, and people mingling about, eating, drinking, seeing and being seen.

Emma almost gleefully grabbed a glass of champagne off a waiter's tray, looking around the party with a predatory look. "So far, so good," she said. "Let's have some fun."

It wasn't that Jonothon was hell-bent on remaining ridiculously antisocial, really. Except for how he probably was. Yes, he was well aware that hanging around the edges of a large social gathering like this one did somewhat defeat the purpose of crashing what was possibly the most elite party ever held for people their age in the world, but. )


[OOC: Continued from here, and preplayed with the awesomesauce [livejournal.com profile] furnaceface. NFI, NFB, OOC = Love. If Uncanny X-Men Annual 2 can play fast and loose with the timeline, so can I.]
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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