Room 528, Thursday Morning.

[icecoldfrost]

Emma loved Thursdays, mostly because she never had any classes. It was her own little weekend mid-week, where she could get anything she wanted done.

For some reason, though, she just kept dozing off. She hadn't gotten much sleep lately, true, but that didn't explain the odd dreams she'd been having lately; snippets of conversations with people she didn't recognize, none of which made any sense.

She was inclined to brush it off, blame it on everything that had happened on Monday. Adrenaline from the sleepover party and Alex combined with... whatever the fuck that was, and it had her brain on overdrive. That was all. She just needed a distraction, something to focus on, and her special little brain would calm down and heal up by itself.

And when Emma wanted a distraction, she knew just who to bother. For now, however, she was going to stay curled up in her blanket with the business section. Work came before play.

[OOC: Open post, open door, SP totes applies today.]

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[glacial_queen]

Karla knocked. "Hello, Emma, you in here?" she asked, poking her head through.

Please excuse the stupid question. It was obvious Karla had not been sleeping well.

[icecoldfrost]

"I'm here," Emma replied, giving Karla a smile. "Come in, darling."

[glacial_queen]

"Hell's fire, Mother Night, and may the Darkness be merciful," Karla said, coming into Emma's room. "I'm bloody well exhausted."

[icecoldfrost]

Emma sat up a little more, patting the bed next to her for Karla to come sit down. "What? Don't tell me you've been up all night, trying to recreate the sleepover's greatest hits?"

[glacial_queen]

She sat on the bed next to Emma, trying not to lean on her too much. "Oh, you guessed," she said, smiling. "I thought it would be even funnier to steal the males' boxers now that we're in the dorms. I'll be making a giant collage and putting it up in one of the common rooms."

[icecoldfrost]

"Don't say that too loud," Emma scolded, reaching out to poke the other girl in the ribs. "Jack already accused me of being the thief that took his things, and I think he's hoping I'll slip up and name names."

[glacial_queen]

"I bribed the squirrel to not repeat incriminating conversations," Karla said. "And Jack was just hoping he could get you near his old-fashioned nightshirts anyway." She flashed Emma a sly grin. "Did you mention you had better ways of doing that than simply stealing them?"

[icecoldfrost]

"Karla!" Emma grabbed one of her pillows and swung it at the other girl. "No, I did not. Jack does not want me near his clothing, thank you."

[glacial_queen]

Karla took the pillow directly to the chest, falling over with a little 'oof.' She didn't seem to mind, though, since all she did was take the pillow and curl up next to it. "Seems like a waste of an opportunity then. Because, if that's true and he really doesn't want you near his underthings--which I doubt by the way, since you're gorgeous and he's not blind--it just means you could have disconcerted him a bit. Isn't that one of your hobbies?"

[icecoldfrost]

"Oh, I definately disconcerted him," Emma replied wryly, getting comfortable again and reaching over with one hand to toy with Karla's hair. "I didn't even do it on purpose, sadly."

"Luckily for me, there's plenty of people to play with, or I'd get bored very quickly."

[glacial_queen]

Karla sighed. "Lucky. You always seem to know exactly what you want and have no qualms about taking it." She leaned into Emma's hand; it was soothing. "I wish I were so...decisive."

On a psychic thread because the squirrels were everywhere, she sent *You know it's sad when I've been hoping for nightmares. The dreams I've been having--when they aren't nightmares--are far too nice. They're messing with my head.*

[icecoldfrost]

"Decisive definately has its perks," Emma chuckled, thinking for a moment about her conversation (and subsequent activities) with Karev. "Honestly, even if I'm not sure? I just pick something and do it. Dithering rarely helps anything."

< Messing how? > she continued silently. < It's just dreams, darling. >

[glacial_queen]

"I'm not dithering, exactly. I just want some...thing...and can't have it. And getting sulky about it," Karla gave an exaggerated pout. "If tempted to throw a temper tantrum. Kicking and pounding my fists and all that. I think if I were just a little more tired, I would. I revert to about four when I'm overtired."

*Dreams like this,* she sent, sending a very compressed and abbreviated version. *I don't normally dream anything like that. And certainly not one that feels so real.*

[bitten_notshy]

A little after Karla, Jack knocked as well, a bag of Mexican food under one arm. "Miss Frost, if you're there, I have dinner. I have no idea what I ordered except it smells fantastic."

He'd been a bit picker than that -- no cheese, sour cream only as a side, and no pork -- but it was still a feast.

[icecoldfrost]

"If you bring food, I might have to confess my unending devotion," Emma teased, setting aside her newspaper to beam at her company. "I'm starving, actually, so you have excellent timing. What's the occasion?"

[bitten_notshy]

"No occasion," Jack said. "We made plans for dinner, ages ago, and we keep not actually having it, so I thought we should do it before something else goes wrong."

He started to lay out food. "How have you been?"

[icecoldfrost]

Emma couldn't help the wide grin that flitted across her face for a moment. "Attempting to be social," she said, waving a hand. "Meeting new and interesting people, and apparently starting a Monday afternoon smoker's club. I'm practically a whirlwind of social activity."

Which was why her hair was down, she hadn't done her makeup, and had been curled up reading her newspaper in shorts and a tank-top. She was too darn tired to make the effort today.

[bitten_notshy]

"All that activity, and yet you take the time to have dinner with me. I'm flattered," Jack joked. He was genuinely relieved that things seemed to be well with Emma, and he neatly opened the rice and spooned some onto his own plate.

"The sleeping thing that's been all over radio has missed me, too."

[icecoldfrost]

"You, I can almost always make time for," Emma joked, reaching for the salsa. "Especially since you're the one bringing me dinner. I would be a poor hostess to turn away such a charming guest."

"I've had a bit of a migraine - a powers thing, I think - so I've been going to bed before the radio broadcasts," and napping away parts of the day, but she wasn't going to say that. It made her look weak, and Emma didn't like people fussing. "What has the radio been saying about it?"

[bitten_notshy]

"Just that a lot of people have had nightmares and been sleepy at odd times," Jack shrugged. "I found Rose yesterday; it's hit her. And radio said Magic Reserves was talking about it, too."

Thoughtfully, he took some beans and added, "Rose doesn't think it's anything to worry about, but it's odd."

[icecoldfrost]

Emma wasn't having nightmares, so she just hummed thoughtfully. "Maybe it's a version of the magic-user flu?" she suggested. "I'm shocked we don't have more epidemics, considering how many teenagers we have living in such close quarters."

She grinned at him before popping a chip in her mouth. "It's like Mono, only Fandom-style."

[bitten_notshy]

"The kissing disease?" Jack asked. "Maybe. It would be nice to be immune to something like that."

He picked up a chicken taco and slathered it with guacamole before taking a bite.

[icecoldfrost]

"Immune to kissing or magical colds?" Emma asked, giving him an evil grin as she licked some of the salsa from her fingers. Totally innocently, of course. "That might be a tragedy, you know."

[bitten_notshy]

"Well," Jack said, watching the flicker of her fingers to her mouth in a way that was not innocent, "I know I'm not immune to kissing. That would be terribly sad."

[icecoldfrost]

Emma was perfectly aware of how he was watching her, and was perfectly willing to take her time and tease him with it. "If you were immune to kissing, we'd know you were a robot," she joked. "Wait, are we sure you aren't a robot?"

She leaned over and grabbed her cellphone off her nightstand and tossed it at him. "Call Tony, I demand an eyewitness account that you aren't a robot."