Emma's Flat, Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn. Wednesday Afternoon.

[icecoldfrost]

Classes were done for the day, and while normally Emma would be doing some stupid group team-building project with the other students in her human development class, she was skipping whatever stupid feel-good heart-to-heart nonsense the teacher had come up with this week. With an excuse! ...kinda! Candy was coming over once she was finished with work tonight so they could practice for summer internship interviews. Which meant Emma was putting away her groceries and prepping to make an utterly ridiculously large amount of tacos.

Look, she and Candy were growing girls. And they were not going to give in to the self-hate of the American media and body-image magazines. Because tacos. They were not just necessary to live, but to deal with the stupidity of the human race and their male counterparts who were jostling for the same jobs and complaining about how it was 'unfair' that the girls had the 'advantage' of being female.

No, Emma hadn't been experimenting to see if she'd suddenly developed psychokinesis last week in class, why did you ask? Really. Setting someone on fire with her brain, while potentially therapeutic, wasn't actually helpful.

Yet.

[OOC: Open for calls, texts, you know the drill.]

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[icecoldfrost]

"That, and the war bit, and, oh, setting yourself to get possessed on purpose," Emma stated. "I'm telling."

[glacial_queen]

"He knows about the war bit," Karla said, disgruntled. "His hands kept shaking like he wanted to shake me. And muttering under his breath."

[icecoldfrost]

"I want to shake you, but I'll leave the muttering to him," Emma retorted bluntly. "Any other stupid ideas on the horizon? Stupid by my definition, not yours."

[glacial_queen]

"You mean like graduating in a month and going to war?" Karla snarked. "Because, yeah, that's going to happen."

[icecoldfrost]

"I could sit on you and you wouldn't go anywhere, let alone to war," Emma offered sweetly. "You might even enjoy it."

[glacial_queen]

"What's this 'might' nonsense?" Karla asked, while mentally consigning Emma to deepest Hell. "If I didn't love Warren so completely, I'd've hit you and Jack up for a threesome long before this and I really hate today. I should just hang up."

Emma, seriously, you were the worst.

"Also, I'm pretty sure I'm not allowed to miss my own civil war. That's just tacky."

[icecoldfrost]

"If you hang up, call Jack and tell him that. The poor boy has Passover and the full moon during the same time period and it's making him cranky," Emma shared. "That would cheer him up. The threesome bit, not the war bit."

[glacial_queen]

"'Hi Jack!'" Karla said brightly, even as she was rolling her eyes. "'Emma wanted me to call you and let you know that while I would love a threesome with the two of you, it's never gonna happen because my beloved is far too straight for his own good and also afraid of Emma. He'd murder me for telling you that, but I'm pretty sure Emma already knows, so it's a moot point.'"

Dropping the cheerful tone, she added, "I'm sure that'll be a completely pick-me-up."

[icecoldfrost]

"That's because Warren is a clever boy who knows that Auntie Emma knows best," Emma said brightly. "He should be afraid."

Sometimes Emma thought that Warren was the smarter one in the relationship just for that reason.

"But it would make him laugh, at least. I don't know what's been going on on that island - besides compulsive honesty day - but you all seem far too grumpy. I had to promise to come out this summer if I fail at finding a job again before he cheered up."

[glacial_queen]

"I'm just tired," Karla admitted. "I graduate in a little more than a month. I'll be making my Offering to the Darkness in just a few weeks. I'm studying tactics and strategies and maps and things practically in my sleep because I'll be leading a Territory to war. I'm overtired and grumpy."

Beat.

"Also, the rum was gone last week, and the squirrels were on strike. I bet that has people still annoyed."