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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[icecoldfrost]

"So there are real clubs and things," Emma replied, slightly surprised. "Well, if there's a yearbook or anything like that, I did get pictures of all the boys that were girls that visited Layla's first-floor bra giveaway."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"I think I missed that," Turtle admitted ruefully, "but definitely something to keep a hold of. I'm not sure what really happened to yearbooks; they seemed to be around for a bit at first, but there wasn't a group or anything for it, I don't think."

[icecoldfrost]

Emma made a thoughtful sound. This was definitely something to keep in mind.

"What else should I know if I want to survive an actual semester at Weirdness High?" she asked. "Enlighten me, oh great and wise one."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle tilted her head a little, trying to think of what to offer, from a perspective of having lived through a summer. "Well," she said, "just that, I guess. I mean, it's like regular high school, except no really big formal sports team, although the cheerleaders do compete, and you've got classes like 'Managing your Superhero Powers' scheduled right next to 'Business Math.' The only thing that's really different from the summer is that there's no cabin time and, instead, you get clubs, extra-curriculars, and more regular dances."