If you had asked Emma Frost a few days earlier what her plans for the weekend were, scavenging about in the ruins of an abandoned outpost while stuck in another world -- again -- had not ranked high on her list of priorities.
"Find anything?" she asked her partner-in-crime. "I think this might be a box of Twinkies."
( Twinkies would survive...whatever the fuck happened here. )
[OOC: WARNING FOR ALTERED CANON AND ABUSE OF CHARACTERS.. Preplayed with the forever fantastical
fratboybitch, who indulged me and gleefully nommed on trauma like it was pie. NFI, NFB, OOC = SHINY.]
"Find anything?" she asked her partner-in-crime. "I think this might be a box of Twinkies."
( Twinkies would survive...whatever the fuck happened here. )
[OOC: WARNING FOR ALTERED CANON AND ABUSE OF CHARACTERS.. Preplayed with the forever fantastical
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