Emma's Flat, Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn. [Feb 1st, Evening, Marvel Time//Thursday Afternoon, Fandom Time.]

[icecoldfrost]

It was the end of J-Term for ESU. A time when students tended to celebrate being half-way through the year, the grueling schedule of a J-Term behind them, and the rumors of an East Coast Spring on the horizon.

For two - very tipsy - young ladies in Bed-Stuy by the names of Emma Grace Frost and Candace 'Candy' Southern, however, it was a time to drunk-dial or Skype everyone they knew, so that they could wave their temporary diplomas at them. Or, in Emma's case, three of her four diplomas.

[OOC: Open for calls, texts, and Skype sessions, if you think Emma would call you to gloat.]

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[bitten_notshy]

"Funny, I was thinking we should take a trip before you even said that," Jack said with a little chuckle. "Great minds and such. Pick the place and I'll pay for the hotel, if you get the portal fees."

There was real eagerness in his tone. He loved the idea of a few days on a beach with Emma, with nothing to think about but each other.

[icecoldfrost]

"Everyone does Mexico... how does Italy sound?" she asked, clinking her shot glass against Candy's before downing it.

They'd done Greece - Greece had seers that foretold shit things. Russia was out. France had been her last trip with Christian.

[bitten_notshy]

"I haven't had to speak Italian since I was 12," Jack admitted with a little laugh. "It sounds divine. We'll be completely away from anything familiar."