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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[furnaceface]

"I appreciate that, Emma, luv. Especially since sharing with me doesn't actually leave any less for you. I'm an inexpensive houseguest to have around, that way."

And he was about as amused as she was, really. Something about cheerful Emma was a bit contagious.

[icecoldfrost]

"Oh shush with your logic and stuff," Emma huffed. "Feed the cat, and-- no. Put the cat in the carrier and pack your bag. You're coming for the weekend."

[furnaceface]

"For the-- Ah..." Jono glanced down at Joni, and the can of cat food he had half-scraped into the bowl, and then back at Joni. "If you insist, then. C'mon, little girl. We'll eat at Emma's, alright?"

That was a very pitiful meow that could probably be heard over the phone as Jono picked the tiny cat up and tucked her into his kitten-sized pocket.

"Won't be a long trip at all."