Room 528, Friday Evening

[icecoldfrost]

Emma was in a mood.

She'd skipped the undignified chaos of the newbie picnic in order to sulk get some quiet time in her room, and the raw noise this time of year left her in perpetual headache. She'd managed to make it through class today, although barely, and her temper was starting to fray again at whomever in the building had thoughts nattering away like some demented parakeet.

But the volume of the dorms, coupled with the residual crankiness she had left over from the rest of the week and situations not to be recognized, had sent her back to her room to scowl and pick over her closet, tossing last season's things in a pile to drop off at the Salvation Army or something. She had money now, dammit, she was going to spend it.

And despite promising herself that she wasn't going to do anything that sappy or petty, she was occasionally sending text messages over her phone.

bored now.

No answer.

am now trying long distance telepathy. do you have a compulsion to pet a duck yet?

She wasn't going to wait for an answer, really. Her ex...whatever...was just going to have to suffer her texting whims today.

tell me when your homework starts quacking.

be very very quiet. it's talking to you.

booooooooored.

The door was open, but Emma would be alternately bemused or pissy, depending on if that person had shut up yet. God.

[OOC: Open door, open post, fear the Fun Dip.]

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[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

"It's Friday night, and you're sitting there looking like a hamster crawled up places I don't wanna talk about," Rose said crassly as she found her way to Emma's doorway. "We have a problem here."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex was pretty damn bored himself and he couldn't very well go punching things since his hand was still sore and bruised from yesterday. So, he ventured upstairs and found the open door of something familiar.

"What's up, darling?" he asked, leaning on the frame.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack and Sebastien's new townhouse in Notting Hill wasn't even unpacked yet, and Sebastien had already edged his way into a murder investigation that had him slipping out while Jack was otherwise occupied.

He was going to need a leash for his guardian.

Why is it my problem that you're bored? he texted back, starting with a challenge. Because classes didn't start until September, and he was bored too. Go play w/other chldrn.

[icecoldfrost]

"Classy, Hathaway, as always," Emma snipped back. "Don't be rude. Pounce would never allow a rodent in our room. It would be an affront to his cat-ish-ness or whatever."

[icecoldfrost]

"'Darling?' What, did you hit your head yesterday too?" Emma asked sweetly, shooting a significant look at his hand. "Or is it opposite day and no one told me?"

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, like he's a real cat," she pointed out. "With his weird talking thing. Maybe it's a talking hamster that made a truce with him."

[icecoldfrost]

because I am making it your problem, she replied pecking out a response with one hand while she went through a collection of summer dresses. I don't want to play with the new babies. they'll probably tattle if I try anything fun.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela happened to be on the floor, and as she walked by she stuck her head into the room and snorted. "I see you're having a wild party and you forgot to invite me."

[icecoldfrost]

"I won't tell him you said that, just so you don't end up with a rat in your bed and blame me," she sniffed.

"What has you darkening my doorstep on a Friday night, as you so delightfully pointed out what day it was?"

[bitten_notshy]

Not if they know what's good for them, Jack tapped, then shifted in his chair to get more comfortable before deliberately sending another text. Is it ridiculous to say I already miss you?

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

Rose snickered. "Don't worry. I'll blame the freaky cat if I end up with rats in my bed. Dead or alive." She shrugged. "I'd admit I'm bored, but that can't possibly be right what with it being Friday and stuff. So, you know, just making sure all my friends are well-taken care of."

Or something.

[icecoldfrost]

"Auntie Emma was waiting until she cleared out the rest of her closet before playing Christmas Fairy, but I suppose we can start early." A green dress was flung in Triela's direction.

"There, try that on. It's never suited me."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

The dress was caught on pure reflex. And then it was stared down at a bit dubiously.

"This is a dress."

Thank you, Triela.

[intraspective]

"What's so interesting 'bout down this way?" Ino asked, sometime later. "So many people comin' by." So she'd had to come check it out. Duh. "Other than your fabulous self, I mean."

[icecoldfrost]

"Now I need to be taken-care of?" Emma was just going to scowl at Rose, thank you. "If you're going to flitter about the dorms like the good fairy of entertainment, why didn't you bring me anything to drink?"

[icecoldfrost]

"Thank you, Triela," Emma sang, tossing another one at her. "You've proven you have basic item recognition. Bravo."

"Now go see if they fit."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Now frowning at two dresses in her arms, Triela looked up in confusion.

"Right now?" Couldn't she put it off? Until, like, never?

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

"It's because you're so young," she smirked, completely amused at the scowling. "And what, I'm supposed to carry around alcohol in case I see anyone in need?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I've called you darling before," he reminded her, tilting his head. "I just tend to do it sarcastically. Memory loss in your old age, Emma?"

[icecoldfrost]

Not at all. I'm rather memorable, I can see how withdrawal from not being around me would happen.

Emma Frost, ladies and gentlemen. Queen of Humility.

[icecoldfrost]

"Can I help it if they flock like moths to the flame?" Emma asked helplessly, spreading her hands. "Clearly, I ought to avoid humanity more often if I want to be the most popular girl in school."

[icecoldfrost]

"Yes. Because if you knew you were going to check on me, you should have known I would make you pay a toll," she pointed out. "Fussing requires bribery."

"Unless you're here to take me out for the night so we can get blistering drunk and torment the new kids, in which case, I will need to change."

[bitten_notshy]

And now Emma's phone was ringing, the way it did when someone actually wanted to talk to her, and not just beeping for a text.

Jack was either pissed off or bored. Your choice.

[icecoldfrost]

"Yes, I'm going senile already. You've guessed my deep dark secret." Except not, but Emma was willing to play along.

"Who are you again?" she continued, giving him a winning smile.

[intraspective]

"It's interesting how that works for you," she said, amused. "Avoidance? Getting a headache, I'm guessing. But hey--popularity is soaring 'cause of it."