Room 528, Friday Afternoon

While most people were probably already getting ready for prom, Emma was staring at a medium-size envelope, with a return address of Empire State University. She shouldn't be worried, really. She'd handwavily been accepted to Columbia University and UCLA, and she was still waiting to hear back from MIT. But E.S.U. was her first choice, and it had her unreasonably nervous.

After about fifteen minutes of staring at it, she ripped the envelope open and pulled at the pages inside.

Dear Miss Frost,
We are delighted to offer you membership in Empire State University's student body...

It went on like that for two pages, with various and sundry things about scholarships and housing, but Emma could barely process it. She was still stuck on the first part, and the signature at the bottom. She was in. She'd been accepted to her top choice program, tonight was prom, and she had a very handsome date. Today was awesome.

Anyone with empathic or telepathic abilities anywhere on the island probably heard her undignified mental squeal of delight before she remembered her manners and brought her shields up higher. This called for a trip to the spa to get her hair and make-up done.

[OOC: open door, open post!]

Room 528, Friday Afternoon

While most people were probably already getting ready for prom, Emma was staring at a medium-size envelope, with a return address of Empire State University. She shouldn't be worried, really. She'd handwavily been accepted to Columbia University and UCLA, and she was still waiting to hear back from MIT. But E.S.U. was her first choice, and it had her unreasonably nervous.

After about fifteen minutes of staring at it, she ripped the envelope open and pulled at the pages inside.

Dear Miss Frost,
We are delighted to offer you membership in Empire State University's student body...

It went on like that for two pages, with various and sundry things about scholarships and housing, but Emma could barely process it. She was still stuck on the first part, and the signature at the bottom. She was in. She'd been accepted to her top choice program, tonight was prom, and she had a very handsome date. Today was awesome.

Anyone with empathic or telepathic abilities anywhere on the island probably heard her undignified mental squeal of delight before she remembered her manners and brought her shields up higher. This called for a trip to the spa to get her hair and make-up done.

[OOC: open door, open post!]