Emma's Flat, Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn. Late Thursday Afternoon.

[icecoldfrost]

Emma Frost was bored, desperately needed a study break, and had beat all the levels of Angry Birds on her phone.

No, let's back that up and tell the truth: Emma Frost was lonely, drunk - she'd stolen a bottle of 151 from the store since she couldn't afford to buy it - and bored. She'd finished her homework for the week, and her readings, and there weren't any grad students doing experiments going on at the psych labs to watch.

...what? You had your entertainments, and Emma had hers. And she didn't have a television.

Which was why she was currently drunk-calling/texting people while cutting out the articles from the various society pages about the Thankful Virtues event. Especially the ones that mentioned her.

[OOC: Open post! If you think she called or texted you, she did.]

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[bitten_notshy]

Jack had no idea why the small white tablet next to his bed was playing music at him, but he'd gotten the general idea from watching others on the island that you talked into them.

So he picked it up and, very gingerly, said "What is it?"

[icecoldfrost]

"It's Thursday, I'm bored, and you haven't told me I'm pretty in a week," Emma announced. "So you can do so now."

Emma-logic, Jack. Sorry.

[bitten_notshy]

"I think you have the wrong person, but you sound pretty," Jack said, guarded. "The screen says Emma. Is that your name?"

She might notice he sounded a little funny; the puberty fairy had not tapped him with her wand, yet.

[icecoldfrost]

"No, I decided I was Cordelia this week," Emma snapped guardedly. "Why do you sound twelve instead of twenty? Did last night's full moon do something funny?"

[bitten_notshy]

"I'll be fourteen in two weeks," Jack snapped. Because that was the important point, here. "And I don't know, I just woke up in this house a few days ago and no one can tell me why, and now this thing was making noise at me, and apparently I'm supposed to know who you are, Emma or Cordelia or whatever, and I don't."

He finally drew a breath after that.

[icecoldfrost]

There was a very long pause, then;

"If this is somehow Don Sebastien's fault I am going to track him down and kick him in the shins repeatedly."

If Jack was regressing to his childhood, yes, Emma's first instinct was to blame the vampire that raised him. The second impulse was to blame Fandom.

"Is Kaidan there? How old is he?"

[bitten_notshy]

"He is, and he's a few years older than I am. He's not exactly chatty," Jack said, still cool but warming a bit. Something she'd said gave him hope. "You know where Sebastien is? Can you tell me?"

[icecoldfrost]

"Russia, last I spoke with him, and no, you're not going to go catch up with him until at least Tuesday," Emma said, deciding to stop any of that nonsense right now. "If Kaidan is your age, then it sounds like you've both been hit with a dose of Fandom magic. Sit still, and you'll be back to normal by next week or I'll find your vampire for you."

She huffed impatiently, sulking on the other end. This was NOT how drunk phone calls were supposed to go. "So much for calling my boytoy and filling his head with lurid ideas. Is anyone feeding you two?"

[bitten_notshy]

"Yes, there's plenty of food here. And of course he'd be in Russia in the winter," Jack said fondly. But the strange woman was likely right: He knew no way to get to Russia in less than a few weeks, and the place was too large to conveniently search without more to go on anyhow.

He could have asked a hundred questions about the rest of what she said, but the one that actually came out was a squeaked, "... I'm someone's boytoy?"

He wasn't sure how he felt about that.

[icecoldfrost]

"You're normally twenty, and tend to frequent my bed, so, yes, you're my boytoy." EMMA, MEAN. HE'S TWELVE. "Pick up your phone - the thing we're talking with - touch the image that says 'photos' under it, and look for the blonde girl with amazing legs."

Modesty, thy name is Frost.

"The most recent one is probably me wearing a white dress with...diamond links." Because she was not saying 'chains' to a twelve-year-old.

[bitten_notshy]

THIRTEEN. HE WAS THIRTEEN.

It was a long moment before he spoke again. "There's me but I'm much older," he said, faintly. "I never get tall, do I? And people I don't know. And -- oh. You seem to, ah, know me rather well."

In the not-entirely-dressed sense.

[icecoldfrost]

"Nevermind! Exit out of the photos app!" Oh god, she'd traumatized him forever. "...I don't know if I'm drunk enough for this."

Which was why she was pouring herself more, yes.

[bitten_notshy]

"Er," Jack said, awkwardly, as he attempted to comply with the request. "I'm ... sorry. They were very nice photos! You weren't wrong about being pretty!"

[icecoldfrost]

"Thank you, darling, but I'm rather sure I just contributed to the deliquescent of a minor in a major way," Emma replied dryly. "...how old did you say you are?"

[bitten_notshy]

"Almost fourteen," he said, and Emma might be able to almost hear the roll of his eyes. "I'm not a child. Sebastien's been talking about emancipating me soon."

Because that was a fantastic idea.

[icecoldfrost]

"And lo, Sebastien's history of horrible ideas," Emma sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Yes, darling, you get emancipated at fourteen. No, you don't stop following him around like a duckling, and I know for a fact you haven't seen Naughty Bits yet in that manner, so don't roll your eyes at me for fretting about potentially getting arrested for encouraging a child to look at erotic photography."

She didn't need to be a telepath to know you, Jack.

[bitten_notshy]

"This is unfair," Jack pouted. "You know everything about me and I know nothing except what you look like in underthings. I don't like magic very much right now."

[icecoldfrost]

"Magic is bad. Stay away from magic." Yes, because telling him that now would magically (pun intended) undo Paris.

"You know my name is Emma. I'm a year younger than you - normally - and I'm currently at University and have finished all my papers so I'm hideously bored and drowning my sorrows."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack didn't like magic much more than anyone else from his culture, so he simply snorted at the first bit of advice.

"Well," he said. "I hope I relieved your boredom, at least. I'm certainly intrigued."

Jack, don't try to flirt with future-you's girlfriend.

[icecoldfrost]

"....Jack Priest, are you seriously trying to flirt with me?" He was just as incorrigible as ever, and Emma would have laughed if she wasn't already crying slightly from amusement. "You're terrible. I'm writing to Sebatstien and telling him he raised a horrible boy."

[bitten_notshy]

"And I'll write to your -- parents, or your guardian, and tell them they raised a girl who likes horrible boys. So we'd be even."

His flirting was still awkward, but it showed promise. In a few years he'd be deadly with it.

[icecoldfrost]

"They're already quite aware I'm a lost cause, darling," Emma replied. "Besides, I'm a Frost; being horrible is rather a family requirement."

[bitten_notshy]

"I could ask you all sorts of questions about that and other things," Jack said, back to a more honest tone. "But I suppose it's silly when I'll know the answers in a few years, isn't it?"

[glacial_queen]

Fortunately for Emma's brain and liver, Karla was the proper age when she called. "Whatever is up with Portalocity these days makes it very hard to surprise you with a visit," she announced crossly. "Go make someone think they're a toad."

[icecoldfrost]

"Can't," Emma answered forlornly. "Too tipsy."

"Jack is fourteen, Karla. So I drank more."