Room 528, Thursday Morning

[icecoldfrost]

After her spa trip the other day, Emma had come home to find a large envelope with her name on it, and Hank's clumsy printing on the outside.

Now she sat at her desk, considering the contents and accompanying note with an evil little grin on her face.

party is monday. send this back to me fast so it can go where its supposed to go. bee careful. -- H

"Hank, I love you," she breathed, turning over the invitation to Ben Nishimura's charity gala in her hands. The man had proved infinitely profitable once before, with what she had gleaned from him at Cumberland's birthday party, and this definately held promise. "For this, I might just kiss you."

Humming happily, she skipped over to her closet, pulling out a small box filled with stationary supplies and setting to work.

Practice the lettering, first. Then match the paper and inks properly. By the time of the party, Emma was going to have an absolutely perfect match, and no one would ever know it was fake.


[Open door and open post! That Emma got a package is totally FB, the any mentions that she's a total delinquent and is committing forgery is NFB.]

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[bitten_notshy]

Jack was bored and moping just a little that Rose had gone. In need of distraction before swordplay class, he went to find Emma.

"Working on anything interesting?" he asked from the doorway. "And hello."

[icecoldfrost]

Emma had been concentrating so deeply on her work that she hadn't been been paying attention to the fact she'd left the door open, and started slightly as he spoke.

"Aren't I always?" she asked, carefully dabbing up the ink she'd spilled before spinning around in her chair to smile brightly at him. "Hello yourself. What did you think of our film final?"

[bitten_notshy]

"The girls got better clothes, but the food wasn't bad and neither was the film," Jack answered. "Had you seen it?"

[icecoldfrost]

"Girls usually get prettier clothes, Jack," Emma teased. "Maybe you should have kept that other shape for the final."

"And I had, but it's always nice to watch the classics again." Emma waved him in with a smile. "Quit loitering at the door, Mr. Priest, or people are going to think you have nefarious intentions."

[bitten_notshy]

"You assume I don't," he said, but amiably took a place on her bed anyhow. "I could be plotting all kinds of evil and -- all right, you would know it, but most people wouldn't."

[icecoldfrost]

"I might not know it. Sometimes you don't even think in English, which is rather disconcerting but oddly fascinating," Emma informed him cheerfully. "I told you, you have a very tricksy mind."

[bitten_notshy]

"I don't?" Jack's thoughts were just thoughts; he didn't know they came in any particular language. "It's probably Czech or Spanish. And I'm oddly flattered by the term 'tricksy.'"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

The only problem with having a large case of Pop-Tarts was that even if a ton of people showed up to eat them, you'd still have a lot left over. So Turtle was expanding her Pop-Tart offering a little, going down the hall to see if anyone with an open door might wish to partake. She knocked on the frame of Emma's open door when she saw it, holding out the green and black pastry on the plate.

"Morning, Emma! Pop-Tart?"

[icecoldfrost]

And now the player bemoans the fact that the 'Poptarts are Love' icon is on the AU account. WOE.

"Breakfast of champions, darling," Emma replied, sliding her work under another paper and getting up to greet Turtle. "What brings the Pop Tart Fairy to my door?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Supply and demand?" Turtle offered with a grin. "I demanded a giant case of them, and so now I must supply the masses. There's a ton more in the common room, too."

[icecoldfrost]

"I am rather sure that's not actually how supply and demand works, but I am interested in this strange twisting of capitalism and wish to subscribe to your newsletter," Emma joked. "Although I will never argue with free breakfast, especially during finals week."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"And I'd think you were silly to argue," Turtle said with a nod. "And I like to keep things new and fresh and innovative, after all. How have you been, anyway, Emma? Finals almost done?"

[icecoldfrost]

"Pretty good. I have one more class left, strategy games, and then I'm done," she replied. "Yourself? Any terrifying tests on the horizon?"

[maythrowuponyou.livejournal.com]

"Morning, Emma," Bones said as he came into the room, a cup of coffee in his hand. Actual coffee, not that crap replicator stuff you get in space. There were upsides to being here. "You look busy."

[icecoldfrost]

"That smells fantastic," she sighed, giving his coffee an envious glance. Still, she had Turtle's donation of Pop Tarts for breakfast, she didn't need more sugar in her system.

"And luckily this is almost done, and I can be an unrepentant slacker for the rest of the week," she said, setting the papers off to the side. "How are your finals going? So far, mine have been nothing but absurd or fun."

[maythrowuponyou.livejournal.com]

"I'll be sure to bring you a cup next time." Way to fail on the Southern gentleman front, Bones. "Finals have been pretty easy so far. My last one's today and it's with Jim so it should be interesting. To say the least."

[icecoldfrost]

"The way you say that makes me think you're afraid that there's going to be evil laughter, mad scientists, and bad movie cliches during the final," she laughed. "He can't be that bad, can he?"

Clearly, Emma had not yet met him.

[maythrowuponyou.livejournal.com]

"The man has no idea what he's doing," Bones said, sitting on his bed. "And I say that with the love and compassion that only a best friend could."

[icecoldfrost]

"Most of the teachers around here have no idea what they're doing, darling," Emma replied with a roll of her eyes. "Just look at my etiquette class."

[glacial_queen]

Karla tapped on the door with her new, bright blue fingernails. "Emma? Hello?"

[icecoldfrost]

"Karla, darling, come in!" she sang, waving at the other girl. "It's open, obviously, and I'm decent."

"As decent as I get, anyway."

[glacial_queen]

"Kiss kiss," Karla said, slipping inside and sitting on the bed. "I was wondering if you'd be up for our cartoon movie weekend, since I had to go home last time."

So far Karla and Emma had made lots of plans to do things. They kept getting interrupted, though. Way to continue a trend, Karla.

"Did you have fun yesterday?"

[icecoldfrost]

"I had a ball," Emma laughed, admiring her manicure happily. "And I would love that. I'm heading home for an evening on Monday, but I should be around the rest of the weekend."

[glacial_queen]

"I've got nothing planned," Karla said, stretching out lazily in the sun. The bits of sparkle in the polish on her claws caught the light and glittered. *I'm looking forward to a nice relaxing weekend,* she sent on a psychic thread, making sure to use one for humans so Emma would get it.

Her tail lashed a little and she spent a happy moment trying to catch it. Hee. Stupid tail.

[icecoldfrost]

The switch from verbal to psionic was nothing unexpected -- Karla and Emma often carried on two conversations at once -- but something felt odd, compelling Emma to look up, and...

< Karla, darling, > she replied faintly. < Are you quite aware that are you are a kitten? >

Tiger, really, but details.