Emma Grace Frost (
icecoldfrost) wrote2012-12-12 08:00 am
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33 Apocalpyse Avenue, Bright & Early Wednesday Morning.
Emma had had a very very early morning layover. In France. A France. She wasn't quite sure when or what world, but either way, it meant she'd found delicious delicious breakfast.
For all of them.
This is what happens when people let her keep her keys. Not that a lack of a key would keep her out of anywhere she wanted to be, she was Emma Frost, but it was the thought that counted.
The boys would get up eventually, if only because she was brewing some of the good coffee. If the scent of pancakes, sufganiyot, waffles, and bacon didn't wake them first. But for now? Coffee, a spot on the couch, and back podcasts from the radio and occassionally going 'what the hell?'
Sometimes Emma was very very glad she didn't live on the island anymore.
<small>[OOC: Open for texts, phone calls, former-housemates/crashmates, visitors, yes!]
For all of them.
This is what happens when people let her keep her keys. Not that a lack of a key would keep her out of anywhere she wanted to be, she was Emma Frost, but it was the thought that counted.
The boys would get up eventually, if only because she was brewing some of the good coffee. If the scent of pancakes, sufganiyot, waffles, and bacon didn't wake them first. But for now? Coffee, a spot on the couch, and back podcasts from the radio and occassionally going 'what the hell?'
Sometimes Emma was very very glad she didn't live on the island anymore.
<small>[OOC: Open for texts, phone calls, former-housemates/crashmates, visitors, yes!]
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The whole thing smelled fishy. (Well, like bacon. But fishy.)
So sorry, Emma, about the half-naked, luminescently blue man currently bursting into the living room. "What the-- Emma?"
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He sniffed the air, caught her scent. "Emma," he said yet again, more happily, and looked at Kaidan to register the luminescence. Without thinking about it, he moved protectively between Emma and Kaidan. "It's all right, Kaidan. Everything is all right."
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Sookie did it better with pink, but she liked Kaidan's half-naked more. Sorry, Sookie.
"Happy belated Hanukkah, Jack, and early birthday. Really, you ought to change the locks on the house. You never know what ruffians might wander in."
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Seriously; he had better self-control than that.
"And Emma? Next time--? Knock."
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He smiled, selecting a cherry-filled doughnut before he sat next to Emma. "He's right," he added lightly, to Emma. "But I'll forgive you this time. When did the portals come back up?"
It couldn't have been long; he'd checked Monday, as usual.
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"If you aren't hungry, of course, I'll just take this back to the hotel and get a suite. I've been up all night and I'm starving."
As usual, she'd somehow failed at 'nice.' She was good at 'surprise,' but 'nice' was, as usual, just not something she managed. She was, however, managing to refrain from sulking, which was a step up.
Probably because she couldn't sulk and guzzle coffee at the same time.
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He took a step back towards the stairs. "Thanks for breakfast," he added, "But I'm going to grab a shirt before I try any of the, uh, food."
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They all just needed a few minutes and something to eat, anyhow.
"You got lucky on the timing," he told Emma. "The portal came up on one of the island's sane days. I'm calling it a Hanukkah miracle."
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Usually a good sign, on this island.
"But I think someone let my mom talk to the island."
He was downstairs a bare moment later, wearing a very garish sweater. It had a moose on it.
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"I would like to point out," he observed loftily, "that there is no such thing as a novelty Hanukkah sweater."
Go ahead. Prove him wrong, you bacon-taunters.
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Hopefully not an ugly sweater moose, to boot.
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Joking, but the way he said it, you'd be excused for missing that.
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But it was a bit chilly to just be wearing pajamas, and he went over to the cupboard to find a sweatshirt. He pulled it on and looked down at his chest in dismay.
"I think I just proved myself wrong about two things at once," he noted. "The island's mad, and there are Hanukkah sweaters. Efficient of me."
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The apprehensive glance she cast at her own duffle bag most likely gave lie to whether or not she believed that.
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Biotic metabolism kicked in at the worst of times, though, and now that he was dressed, he'd hurry past Jack and Emma to the table full of food.
"So how long are you planning to stay around, Emma?"
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Yes, you can laugh at Emma taking ethics. She thinks the concept of business ethics is rather stupid too.
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Somehow he didn't automatically leap to the conclusion he'd be invited to what he expected would be a party full of twenty-year-olds.
"You feeling good about this test?"
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Emma, that probably wasn't reassuring to anyone. Ever.
"I'm not worried about child psych, either, or international accounting. The only one I'm going to study for while I'm here is Bio358. 'Evolution of Sex and Sexes,' not nearly as entertaining or salacious as the class title suggests."
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Okay, maybe he wasn't used to being invited to parties in general, shut it.
"And sorry that your biology class turned out to be a biology class," he tacked on to Emma, five seconds later.
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"And don't be a goose, of course you're coming to the party. We're not going to be swinging from chandeliers or anything."
Please Fandom, no swinging from chandeliers.
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Or maybe that was another deadpan moment.
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Stupid American laws.
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This was promptly followed by the devouring of a pancake. "These are really good, Emma."
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She piled another two waffles on to her plate. "Aren't they? I had about three helpings of French toast during my layover, and that's when I decided I had to bring food for you too."
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Not that he was looking forward to that side of it. But learning from his mistakes, calming down -- those weren't terrible. He could take some slight neutering in exchange.
By way of changing the subject, he claimed a waffle. "I think I need to move wherever you had the layover," he decided.
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"Careful what you wish for," he said. "Most of these Portalocity destinations... they look kind of crazy, and I've only seen the brochure."
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"I wouldn't mind Cancun over the holidays, or Rome, or somewhere nice and warm." It wasn't going to happen, but a girl could dream.
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The year before, he'd spent the holidays en route to Paris. Anything would be an improvement.
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Probably an Alliance thing.
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Except, well, space. But they paid him to do that.
"Either of you need more coffee?"
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More pensively, he added, "I think the last time I traveled anywhere special was the trip to Russia."
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Well. Right before Shepard died.
The moment the thought crossed his mind, he knew it did Emma's; but he'd ignore it and moved on. Nobody needed him being... well, a downer.
"What'd you do in Russia?" he asked.
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Yes, she'd heard it. But Emma was a very good Secret Keeper when it came to people she liked - more or less - so she'd just file it away and not push.
...until he needed pushing, but, well, that was Emma being Emma.
"Irina and I got on fabulously."
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He totally would have brought her.
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And now he felt terribly teenage in a way that almost had him longing back to spending time with Vega of all people.
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