Diamond Bright

Most people who knew Emma Frost would not expect her home to be quite so... rambunctious. If it wasn't Emma and Candy hollering at each other from all corners of the house, it was Kennendy's Slayer Squad constantly going back-and-forth from their jobs or various adventures around town, or training downstairs in the Rumpus Room. It was a constant hub of light and noise and people, and thank god the residents of Soho just chalked it up to socialites of ill-repute, or Emma would have had a lot more mind-wiping to do to get the neighbors out of her hair.

For the next twenty-four hours, however, Candy was off with Warren and the vast majority of the Slayer Squad were off playing body-guard for various political figures or were in their classes at ESU, or were out at the Massachusetts Academy. There were strict orders that third floor of the house was Off Limits to anyone who came home, yes, even the jacuzzi, and that Emma would not be held responsible for anything anyone walked in on. Thankfully, everyone seemed to have taken the hint, leaving just Jack and Emma in residence for the evening.

"It's no studio in Brooklyn," Emma joked, kicking off her heels to pad barefoot into the kitchen, "--but welcome home, darling."

[OOC: For That Guy, Please!]

Emma had had a very very early morning layover.  In France.  A France.  She wasn't quite sure when or what world, but either way, it meant she'd found delicious delicious breakfast. 

For all of them. 

This is what happens when people let her keep her keys.  Not that a lack of a key would keep her out of anywhere she wanted to be, she was Emma Frost, but it was the thought that counted. 

The boys would get up eventually, if only because she was brewing some of the good coffee.  If the scent of pancakes, sufganiyot, waffles, and bacon didn't wake them first.  But for now?  Coffee, a spot on the couch, and back podcasts from the radio and occassionally going 'what the hell?' 

Sometimes Emma was very very glad she didn't live on the island anymore.

<small>[OOC:  Open for texts, phone calls, former-housemates/crashmates, visitors, yes!]

The sun had barely begun to set when the house on Apocalypse Avenue lit-up like a small supernova. Each of the zombie lawn gnomes each had their own little candle in a cup, and the walk up to the house was strewn with fairy lights between the trees.

In the backyard, you would find wine, mead, fresh fruit, sparklers, and pretty much anything else required for your midsummer solstice party. There was more food in the kitchen, of course, and rather than the traditional bonfire, the residents had rigged their own burning sun in the center of the backyard.

Merry meet and welcome on the longest day!

[Open! If you think you got an invitation, you did! Townies, students, alumni, teachers...all welcome. Up ridiculously early for maximum SP.]

Unlike Fandom, the roof of the student dormitories at ESU were closed to students, and they were forbidden from going up there.

Then again, Emma Frost hadn't gotten as far as she had by paying any attention to rules.

It was a gorgeous day, sunny and bright and warm as she laid out her blanket on the roof where no one could see her. She had her cigarettes, her lighter, her phone, and the utter PILE of homework she had for her classes. Taking the accelerated Danger Shop courses had allowed her to test out of many of her general education classes that most freshmen had to take, and with the sheer amount of credits she was taking right now, she might be finished in two years, if she kept her grades up and maintained the grueling pace she'd set for herself. Even with two majors and a minor.

At the rate she was going, she was going to have enough classes to count as an engineering minor, too.

Even the most studious girl needed a break from the library - and all the deliciously info-packed-yet-incredibly-shallow brains that occupied it, which was why she'd sought refuge up here today. She could smoke, study for midterms, and not need to worry about hiding her Blackberry, dammit. She could text if she wanted to!

[OOC: NFB, open for calls/texts/etc]

Well, that was the last of it.

Emma surveyed the neatly labeled & taped piles of boxes before capping off her pen. She'd been dropping stuff off with Hank for months, and yet she still had boxes of items she needed to get to New York. Somehow the two bags worth of items she'd shown up to Fandom with had morphed through the years into all these boxes, and Emma wasn't quite sure how - or when - it had happened.

Hank had promised her long long ago that she'd only be at Fandom for the summer if she didn't like it; and now there were people she'd actually miss.

Not that you could get her to admit it, though. Emma Grace Frost was about to move back to New York and take over the world Empire State campus. It was time to show the world what she was made of.

[OOC: Open door, open post for calls, visitors, etc. Emma's last public post in Fandom!]

Emma couldn't face the idea of staying another moment in Massachusetts, and they couldn't get a portal back to the island until morning.

Besides, Rhode Island was probably the last place anyone would think to look for them, and therefore safest. The hotel was also almost completely empty, so the manager was willing to cut them a deal to get two rooms for the night.

Emma just wanted a hot shower and a bed. And for someone to explain to her why she'd waken up on the lawn of the Clinic.


[OOC: Wrap-up and relaxation for the rescue rangers. NFB due to distance.]

Emma had actually managed to drag herself out of bed early this morning to do her duty to the sorority and put up posters all over the island.

( Shamrock Fun Run )

Now it was off to class, and then prep for the event before work. Emma? Keeping busy to repress anything that happened this weekend? Perish the thought.

[OOC: React to the posters if you want, but Emma's no longer here.]

It had taken Emma an entire day of handwavily working out in the salle and taking long walks on the beach before she'd managed to change back to herself, and now? Now the weather had to go and be fantastic and attempt to ruin her best laid plans.

Clearly, Fandom did not understand who it was messing with. Emma and Quinn had planned a sleepover, and they were going to have one, dammit.

And so, posters went up around the dorms, printed in Emma's bold handwriting. In Emma-logic, if one party was good? Two would be even BETTER, and maybe they could swipe a few bottles from the luau if they decided to make their own tropical punch.

( Image under cut for you suckers at work neener neener! )



[OOC: Sure, post open if you want to catch Ems wandering the halls! Poster text says "Slumber Party! For: the ladies of Fandom High. When: tonight, after the luau! Where: 6th floor. Boys will be ejected and/or forced to suffer makeovers."

Emma was waiting to leave until Karla was well enough to go with them, and so she was spending time in the library. She'd finally changed back from diamond to flesh this morning, after waiting for the majority of the mental turmoil to subside.

( She was currently about midway through a rather large illustrated book on the history of Kaeleer. Emma didn't understand most of it, but she really wasn't reading it that diligently. It was more a way to pass the time than making an actual study of the material. )


[OOC: preplayed with changeable_eyes and glacial_warlord . Part of the Battle of Agio series, taking place on Emma's third day in Kaeleer. NFB, open to those in the Hall with SP warning! HAPPY FRIDAY YA'LL.]

Right. If Karla wasn't dead, she was going to wish she was, after Emma got done peeling back her ears with a blistering tirade of why we don't do stupid things.

<<Wake up and put on your pants.>> Emma didn't have time for niceties, like not going right into people's heads or using a phone. She was already using it to book the portal and call any people she couldn't reach telepathically.

<<Karla's being an idiot, again, and may have gotten her fool self kidnapped. Morton rightly put me in charge of organizing the cavalry, and that means you're coming with me.>> 'Please' had no place here either. <<Causeway. Now rather than later, darlings.>>

With that, Emma cut off telepathic communication, quickly signaling the barristas at the Perk to get her a dozen various coffees to go, while she finished making arrangements.

( There was work to be done, and she'd be damned if she was going to do it uncaffinated. )

[OOC: The Fandom Army convenes! First part here, to be continued! NFI, for broadcast, OOC=Awesome!]