Emma's Corner of the Universe, Bed-Stuy, NYC. [Thursday Afternoon]

[icecoldfrost]

"~Portfoilo diversification is fun for me and maybe-fun for you but mostly fun for me~" Emma sang under her breath as she worked on her tablet, curled up on her futon. The best part about starting/owning your own company? If you wanted to work from bed in your pjs, YOU COULD. "Oooo...shiny. Mine."

Had she just bought a nightclub in the area that would be District X in a few years? Yes, yes she had, and sometimes having gone to high school in the future was seriously helpful. Not everything turned out the same -- pop stars had different hits, betting on sports hadn't panned out -- but some things? Some things the universe liked to keep running in a particular way. Lately Emma had been funneling a portion of her investment profits into real estate as a side-project, and she was already seeing a few nice returns beyond improved economic stability in the areas she was investing in. "Your name will be 'eVolution,' because I think I'm funny," she informed her screen, "--and now I get to hire people to get you up and running, and get a management company for you, a few layers of investors, and have an accessibility assessment done and your guts checked for asbestos and--."

Her reverie was broken by the 'ping' of an email alert, and Emma switched over to see if it was something she could ignore for now or was a crisis from the school (which was almost ready to re-open), her office, or the Hellfire Club.

It turned out to be none of the above. The realtor she'd hired had just sent her a private listing -- this moving thing was taking forever and 3/4ths of Emma's life was already boxed up but she'd yet to find something suitable -- so she opened it out of curiosity, to see what she'd been sent this time.

She was on the phone just seconds later. "Yes. Offer them thirteen -- the place next door isn't in as good repair and that's got to pull down the value a bit, and it's Soho, not the Upper East Side for fuck's sake. Plus that basement room appears to need finishing, it's practically naked," Finishing with a discreet contractor to reconfigure that storage room/closet/facilities room to add containment for Jack, for starters, and maybe an indoor sauna, "--But I'm willing to go as high as thirty if it means we don't have to get into a bidding war. Close it and close it now, before they get any other offers."

The moment she was off the phone, Emma was sending out a series of text messages. One to Candy, asking her if she still wanted to get out of her parent's place, one to Jack, with just a link to see if he liked it as much as she hoped he would, then there was a call back from her agent -- the woman was damned efficient, Emma was going to have to hire her for other projects -- with confirmation, and then one to everyone else:

Auntie Emma is calling in her favors, children. Who wants to help her move? Take-out and booze provided, and volunteers get to play in the jacuzzi after we're done.

[OOC: NFB, open post! If you think you got the text, you totally did!]

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[bitten_notshy]

"Now," Jack said shamelessly. "... but in the real world, maybe Tuesday? It's homecoming weekend, and Eric will kill me if I don't show up for my shift Monday."

A pause. "Are you coming down for Homecoming, by the way?"

[icecoldfrost]

"I'm texting Jono at the same time I'm talking to you, and he just told me it's Homecoming. I'd forgotten," Emma admitted shamelessly. "Unless you're expecting someone for Homecoming, you should come now, and I'll go back with you for Monday's shift and stay for a few days."

[bitten_notshy]

"And miss homecoming?" Jack asked, mock-surprised. "Why, Miss Frost. Do you think they'll suspend our alumni status if we do?"

He actually wouldn't mind missing homecoming. Lately it mainly made him feel old.

[icecoldfrost]

"Not if I write them a big fat check." Emma was totally willing to solve problems by throwing money at them. "Kennedy's going to help me find furniture that can withstand supernatural strength pre-coffee... we might as well start looking at beds now."

Subtly, thy name was NOT Frost.

[bitten_notshy]

"You're subtle like a ton of bricks, love," Jack told her, and sighed. "So should I plan on furniture shopping with you and Kennedy this weekend?"

[icecoldfrost]

"No, just with me," she said, wearing a ridiculous little smile that she was very glad he couldn't see over the phone. "We look at a few pieces, and I'll go back with Kennedy later to get her opinion. But I want to spend some quiet private time -- at the house or in the apartment -- with just us before Kennedy and Jono show up."

It didn't even have to be sexy times. Emma just missed him.

[bitten_notshy]

"We haven't had quiet private time in a while," Jack said, and went to lie down on his bed. "I wouldn't mind Kennedy so much, but having another psychic in the house does not inspire passion in me. I'm in. I'll poke around online to send you some photos of things I like before I get there."

[icecoldfrost]

"Don't fret, darling. Jono's ignored his telepathy for so long he can't pick things up by accident, he has to be listening for it in particular," Emma laughed. "And I can't think of anything he wants to hear less than my private life."

"Besides, the day I can't keep him out of my private life, I should hang up my 'telepath card' and retire, because REALLY."

Emma loves you like a brother, Jon. But really.

"I'll tell him to come up on Saturday or Sunday, so Friday is ours until Kennedy and her crew show up, and I'll stuff them in the basement anyway."

[bitten_notshy]

"Sounds lovely," Jack decided. "Oh, here's a question -- do you think we can be settled enough by December to combine our birthday parties and a proper housewarming?"

[icecoldfrost]

"This is why I adore you," Emma informed him fondly. "You have the best plans."

[bitten_notshy]

"Only because you inspire me," Jack said, fairly puffed with pride. "I love you, and I can't wait to see the new place."