33 Apocalpyse Avenue, Tuesday.

[icecoldfrost]

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!]

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[glacial_queen]

"You sound defensive darling," Karla noted. "I find that inter--hold on a sec?"

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.

[icecoldfrost]

"~Disgustingly domessssssssssstic~!" Emma sang, making a face. "Is it the nanny's day off or something?"

And that, right there, explains so much about Emma, her sisters, and all AU Frost children. Forever.

[glacial_queen]

"We don't have nannies," Karla reminded. "Warren and I agreed that the only people raising our kids would be us."

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."

[icecoldfrost]

"You always have the last word even with a nanny. The nanny just saves you the trouble of being the second, fifth, and eighth word on the subject," Emma pointed out. "But fine, you want to be hippie granola parents and involved and that sort of thing. It's very...adorable of you."

The word Emma wanted to use was 'naive,' but she was trying to be tactful.

[glacial_queen]

"I know, darling, you think it's stupid," Karla said, still amused. "But we both grew up with nannies--at least until Warren grew his wings and my parents were killed. And we both grew up feeling estranged from them. We don't want that for our kids."

[icecoldfrost]

"Don't knock parental estrangement. It may not be for everyone, but it made me into the flawless, functional creature you know and love," Emma said cheerfully. "Can you imagine if I'd spent more time with my family? I'd be an even greater manipulative capitalist than I already am! And no one - besides me - wants that."

[glacial_queen]

"Well, here's hoping Warren and I manage to perform somewhat better than Winston Frost at parenting," Karla said dryly. "It's a low bar to hop over, but we try."