33 Apocalpyse Avenue, Tuesday.
Aug. 18th, 2015 10:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Emma was packing.
Well, no, that was a lie. Emma had attempted to pack. Emma had her suitcases open on the bed in her room and stuff flung everywhere. There was a trail of things she'd dropped all over the hallway, from where she'd rescued them from Jack's room or the room they shared, or the kitchen, or-- but she just didn't understand how so many of her things from New York had ended up here, or how much she'd had here in the first place, or how she was supposed to get it all to fit back into two suitcases. No matter what she did, she couldn't make it fit, and it was driving her up the wall.
Which meant it was time for a break, before she started making lists and color-coding things, or ended up just donating everything but her favorites and going shopping to distract her from her own brain. Emma had grabbed her sword and headed out to the front yard, taking up a stance amongst the other residents of their address. Footwork drills without knocking anyone over, and then attacks to see how many she could 'kill' before they reappeared the next day.
It was rather soothing, actually, the way the damn things kept coming back. No matter how the residents of 33 Apocalpyse Avenue changed, the zombie gnomes stayed the same.
[OOC: Open house, open post!]
Well, no, that was a lie. Emma had attempted to pack. Emma had her suitcases open on the bed in her room and stuff flung everywhere. There was a trail of things she'd dropped all over the hallway, from where she'd rescued them from Jack's room or the room they shared, or the kitchen, or-- but she just didn't understand how so many of her things from New York had ended up here, or how much she'd had here in the first place, or how she was supposed to get it all to fit back into two suitcases. No matter what she did, she couldn't make it fit, and it was driving her up the wall.
Which meant it was time for a break, before she started making lists and color-coding things, or ended up just donating everything but her favorites and going shopping to distract her from her own brain. Emma had grabbed her sword and headed out to the front yard, taking up a stance amongst the other residents of their address. Footwork drills without knocking anyone over, and then attacks to see how many she could 'kill' before they reappeared the next day.
It was rather soothing, actually, the way the damn things kept coming back. No matter how the residents of 33 Apocalpyse Avenue changed, the zombie gnomes stayed the same.
[OOC: Open house, open post!]
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Date: 2015-08-19 04:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-08-19 04:08 am (UTC)"You know, I'm almost tempted to find some way to reveal just exactly who and what I am to your world," Karla gleed. "You know, set up diplomatic ties and treaties and the like. If it wouldn't be so tedious, it might almost be fun."
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Date: 2015-08-19 04:12 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2015-08-19 04:38 am (UTC)"Ugh, why is so much that Sotheby's currently has listed terrible? Wait, don't answer that, I know. It's because old people who die have terrible taste." Of course she was already looking, that's what smartphones were for. "No, no, yes, no, UGH no he'd hate it, oh, that's cute, but why is it in Tribeca?
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Date: 2015-08-19 04:51 am (UTC)Yes, she'd mentioned Jack a little earlier, but in the same breath as temporary guests. But actually shopping for an apartment with him in mind...hmmmmm.
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Date: 2015-08-19 01:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-08-19 02:43 pm (UTC)Because she was considerate, Karla covered the mouthpiece and moved it away from her face before yelling to Nyles and Cora that one did not ride wheeled trolleys in the halls.
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Date: 2015-08-20 12:51 am (UTC)And that, right there, explains so much about Emma, her sisters, and all AU Frost children. Forever.
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Date: 2015-08-20 01:19 am (UTC)They still had the help because no one wanted Karla to be in charge of keeping anyone's room clean, including her own, but it wasn't the same by a long shot.
"...And our ridiculous extended family. But we still get the last word."
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Date: 2015-08-20 02:14 am (UTC)The word Emma wanted to use was 'naive,' but she was trying to be tactful.
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