Diamond Bright

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Candy asked for the fifth time as her fingers danced through Emma's hair, weaving the strands into a complex updo. "I mean, are you sure-sure?"

"I dropped off their radar seven weeks ago, have had Frost International up and running and ready to go public for six months, bought my building out from under them two years ago, fired the super that was spying on me yesterday," Emma replied as she expertly applied her eyeliner, "--and sent in my notice over email this morning. If I'm not ready now, Candy-cane, I might as well roll over and play dead."

( You can have anything in life if you will sacrifice everything else for it. -- J.M. Barrie )

[OOC: NFB, NFI, OOC welcome.]

Classes were done for the day, and while normally Emma would be doing some stupid group team-building project with the other students in her human development class, she was skipping whatever stupid feel-good heart-to-heart nonsense the teacher had come up with this week. With an excuse! ...kinda! Candy was coming over once she was finished with work tonight so they could practice for summer internship interviews. Which meant Emma was putting away her groceries and prepping to make an utterly ridiculously large amount of tacos.

Look, she and Candy were growing girls. And they were not going to give in to the self-hate of the American media and body-image magazines. Because tacos. They were not just necessary to live, but to deal with the stupidity of the human race and their male counterparts who were jostling for the same jobs and complaining about how it was 'unfair' that the girls had the 'advantage' of being female.

No, Emma hadn't been experimenting to see if she'd suddenly developed psychokinesis last week in class, why did you ask? Really. Setting someone on fire with her brain, while potentially therapeutic, wasn't actually helpful.

Yet.

[OOC: Open for calls, texts, you know the drill.]

Given that whatever holiday plans Emma would have made for herself had been thwarted by Portalocity, she had two options:

Twinkies and Hamburger Helper with Hank, whom she'd have to remind that it was Thanksgiving, or accepting an invitation to the Hellfire Club's annual - and tre exclusive - Thankful Virtues Costume Ball & Charity Dinner, which had arrived in the mail at her PO box. Hello, she lived in Brooklyn. Like hell she had anything important sent to her apartment.

And no, staying home alone and eating pasta with basil and balsamic vinegar for dinner (again) was not an option, which meant that Emma Grace Frost needed a dress. Which her student lifestyle would not afford her.

So, Emma had done what Emma did best, waltzed into the most exclusive stores downtown, the type that only carried ONE of each dress, and when she finally found something she liked, she stole it using her powers.

Rather like she had for another party, many years ago, which had set her on the path to Fandom in the first place and was why she was here today. Although that one hadn't *technically* been a Hellfire affair.

So now she was standing at the top of the grand staircase of the New York Hellfire Club, waiting to be announced and trying to resist adjusting the sheer veil covering her face and hair. She'd take it off later for dinner, but she had an entrance to make.

"Miss Emma Grace Frost," the steward intoned, and Emma's chin went up imperceptibly as she stepped forward. "Representing the virtue of 'Chastity.'"

Oh, the irony. It was strong here, amongst the rich and privileged members of the elite, all of whom had come costumed as 'Humility,' 'Temperance,' or 'Frugality.'

Look, she hadn't seen her boyfriend in far too long. She could be a bitch and make the entire damn club look and not touch if she wanted to. Considering some of the other costumes floating around, she was downright demure tonight.

This was, after all, the Hellfire Club. This might be one of the semi-public parties open to non-members, but that only meant that the more salacious bits were taking place behind closed doors.

For now.

[OOC: Open in the OCD for calls/texts/etc. NFB, as usual.]

Since Jack didn't really have anywhere else to stay, they had gotten back to Emma's dorm late last night. Emma had checked to make sure the coast was clear before sneaking him in, since she didn't want to have to deal with signing in a visitor from another universe.

Jack had taken the spare bed, and they'd collapsed into them like two teenagers grateful to be back in the modern era.

That, however, was last night. Now the sun was starting to peek through the windows, and the sounds of people returning from winter break were echoing in the hallway outside their room.

Contrary to Jack's pessimism and all evidence to the contrary, the world hadn't ended. Emma considered this one a win in her book.

They'd grabbed their items from the base camp - including the condoms they'd stolen from Kwik Stop - giggling slightly maniacally the entire time before heading back to Ronan's place. From there, it should have been simple enough to go to their separate rooms and call around to make sure people were okay and everything was normal.

Except that Emma made a split-second decision. She swapped back to her diamond form, hauled Jack up over her shoulder, and marched up the stairs to her (thankfully!) shielded room.

Look, some people celebrate with dancing in the kitchen. They were young, alive, and over-saturated on caffeine and adrenaline. Emma could think of a few ways to celebrate.

[[OOC: For the modded one! Totally going to end up being NWS.]]

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]

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."

Everyone had retreated back to Sookie's house to wait on this Alcide man that Eric assured them would, indeed, show. It was just before dawn when a huge truck with Herveaux and Son printed across the side came up the little dirt drive, and out stepped a large man in flannel and jeans.

( and enter the sexiest and second-most shirtles werewolf this side of Twilight... )

( 'So,' Alcide said, tilting his head back a bit as soon as he hit the highway, so he could talk to everyone crammed into the little cab of his truck.  )

[OOC: GOD, KENNEDY. Following after Fangtasia, Alcide courtesy of justwantsquiet. NFI, NFB, OOC = YAY.]

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.]

I'm not late, I deliberately waited so Tracy could have more infopost LOVE, because you know she likes it.

One teacher, two students, and two alumni. And don't listen to anyone that tells you that I have a type. They are lying liars that lie.



The Teacher: Ghanima Atreides, Princess Royal of the House of Atreus.
PB: Jessica Brooks
Children of Dune Miniseries, Post-Canon. Spotlight on Fandom is here.
( He stared at Ghanima. Her eyes, they way they danced when she spoke! The movement fascinated him. Those deep blue, steady, demanding, measuring eyes. )


The Telepath: Emma Grace Frost
PB: Jessica Stam
X-Men/Generation X, Pre-Canon.
Please go here to let me know if Ems could read your character
( I wasn't trained by the mighty Professor Xavier. I didn't grow up using my powers only for good. I used them for me. They were a way of life. Without them, it's like being in a sensory deprivation tank. I feel deaf, dumb and blind. )


The Reckless Wolf: Makita of Nokgorka
PB: Rachel Leigh Cook
The Red Star, post "Run Makita Run," pre "Nokgorka." Detailed infopost is here.
( See that cannon they've mounted to take you out? Keep watching it....Red Fleet grenades. Always liked them! )


The Witch Hunter Alumni: Dōjima Yurika
PB: Gemma Ward
Witch Hunter Robin, Pre-Canon
You can find the detailed write-up here, and the Fandom Spotlight here.
( Tell me THIS Dojima! Why is it normally you're barely able to drag yourself to work everyday and yet you manage to pull twelve hour shifts at this place? )


The Alien Princess Alumni: Anemone
PB: Emilie Autumn
Psalm of Planets Eureka SeveN, Post-Canon
( You don't know? You're right; you don't know anything. You don't know why it is I fight or what's going to happen to me if I fail. )



The Player (Not Dirty)
( You fuckers after after my Lucky Charms. )



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