Diamond Bright

Emma had not actually slept in two weeks.

Every time she began to get tired or drift off, her body would shift, and she'd find herself wide-awake, shiny, and mildly vexed at the entire situation. She'd change back eventually, but any attempts at napping or sleep were continually thwarted.

Until this afternoon, when her body could not keep up with the demands of Emma's unconscious any longer. Between one page of her latest mystery novel and the next, Emma Frost fell asleep.

And dreamed. Nightmares, pouring in from the minds of the rest of the island; visions of hells she had not visited herself. Demon dogs, some creature with an apron of skin, large mutant terrors roaming the streets. Rivet City, reminding her of what it meant to be homeless and broke and hungry all over again. The building coming down around her and Alex, and this time, Emma didn't change. Finding Alex's broken body and screaming. Watching her classmates and teachers unravel in the bunker, and falling prey to its residents.

She didn't wake screaming; Emma had trained herself too well for that. The only sign of her distress was the way her nails cut into her palms.


[OOC: Door closed, post open, sure.]

Let it never be said that Emma Frost did not learn from her mistakes.

After the last fuss Jack had raised, since he'd heard about her body-swapping adventures from Karla rather than hearing from Emma herself, she decided to head this particular bout of flailing off before it could even start.

Which was why she was sitting on her bed, very carefully pressing the buttons on her phone as she sent a picture-text to a boy half a world and a dimension away.

Look, darling, new trick!

Yes, she was counting down how long it would take him to call back. Emma was bored.


[Open door, open post, SP warning.]

Emma had skipped class yesterday, preferring instead to cocoon herself in a pile of blankets and try to sleep-off her powers hangover. She didn't need to give herself a worse migraine by listening to Professor Dèmon prattle on, no matter how entertaining and well-intentioned he was.

She was feeling a bit better today, however, and was bored with sleeping. She'd ventured out of her room long enough for a shower and to steal a movie from the common room, and was now curled up on her bed again, happily humming along.

Hopefully her furred roommate wouldn't mind her choice of entertainment.

[Door and post are open! ETA: Now on SP as I go to the internet-less job.]

Emma had been pushing herself since late last night after radio, knowing that somewhere, out there, her friends were probably doing Very Stupid Things(tm). They were idealists and that's what they did, and Emma was getting too many strange readings to feel comfortable leaving them to their own devices.

Push out. Farther. Farther. Hold more, see more, even if the damned fog was uncomfortable and Emma was tired and cold. So tired, she was starting to see things, flickering, out of the corner of her eye. People she knew weren't there, things that were gone when she turned around, and so she had decided to ignore them and keep working. Could not stop, would not stop. Not until she was satisfied that her range was as complete as possible.

( Right up until the moment she pushed too far, and her eyes went pure white as she started screaming telepathically as she seized up; a distress call reaching out for two people in particular. )


[OOC: Preplayed with the AMAZING justwantsquiet and glacial_witch, with Guest Appearances by brat_intraining, not_a_parakeet, provostsdog, and guardianborn. Psyhic call for help was directed at Sookie and Karla, but if you think you'd have sensed it anyway, feel free to react here or in your own journals. Otherwise NFI, and all astral-plane shenanigans are NFB.]

It was lucky for Emma that ermines likes burrowing into things, such as blankets. Because it meant when she woke up person-shaped (and without clothes) on Wednesday morning, she wasn't freezing or in a hideously embarrassing situation. Well, no more embarrassing than being a rather cuddly ermine had been in the first place.

Blanket firmly wrapped around herself, Emma hopped out of bed and headed over to her dresser to pick out some clothes and find her shampoo. After a week of being small and furry, a hot shower and something to wear that wasn't a blue ribbon sounded fantastic.

[OOC: For the roomie, should she wish, and open to other visitors once Emma is happily clothed.]

It had been quick work to arrange a portal off the island, and now Emma found herself sitting at the edge of Bethesda Terrace, happily munching away on a hot dog.

"Better?" she asked her companion, tossing a bit of her bun to a wandering duck. "I promise, if anyone shows up purporting to be from the future, I'll dunk them in the lake for you."

[For the Little Sibling, please.]

This was, quite possibly the worst plan Emma had ever come up with in her life. Which was why she had a full flask and a large amount of cash in her purse, as she got the feeling she was going to need both today.

Bribes and booze made everything in life easier.

"If I hear one comment about peaches or indecent hemlines, I will put you in something truly scandalous," she threatened, climbing out of the taxi and heading towards the nearest storefront. "And you know I will."


[OOC: For the two ladies with her, plz!]