Diamond Bright

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's parents had always politely referred to it as 'The Clinic.' The Snow Valley Pavilion for the Mentally Disturbed. )

[OOC: Cut for violence, NPC abuse, disturbing images, etc. Preplayed with my fantastic cast, who helped me bring Emma's original origin from Generation X #24 into Fandom High canon. Oh, and shamelessly rip off a little bit of Endsong for the end. I feel no guilt. NFI, NFB, OOC = OK.]

Emma hadn't exactly had photographs of her childhood or family home laying about her room, so this was the first time anyone from Fandom had laid eyes on Frost House, the massive structure sitting silently behind the iron gates.

( Not exactly a welcoming sight to uninvited guests. )

[OOC: NFI, NFB, OOC=OK. Preplayed with bitten_notshy, fratboybitch, glacial_witch, justwantsquiet, and theotherpeter. And please give a round of applause to the resplendent raspberryturk for playing Cordelia!]

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.]

Wednesdays were Emma's slow day. No classes, no homework, and she typically did all her Special Classes on Thursday before going to film studies.

She'd already talked to Jack and was bored again. So since Triela would be out part of the afternoon at Gun Club, she had the door open and her music up, and was reading a completely trashy magazine.

What? She knew what her roommate had been up to last night when she'd been out. Any teasing from certain other parties would result in teasing and potential blackmail. Unfortunately for Triela, telepaths either made the best or worst roommates ever, depending on their mood.

[Open door, open post, looking for two in particular.]

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!]

It was a perfectly lovely morning, and so Emma had decided to walk into town and treat herself to some ridiculously fancy beverage that pretended to be coffee while she made a few calls. First to her stockbroker, to leave a few messages. Then another call, mostly because Emma just liked being annoying and wanted gossip. "Pick up, Karla," she complained, frowning when she got voicemail. Again.

She frowned at her phone thoughtfully before calling one more number. Hopefully he'd be able to figure out how to answer.


( It took three rings before the connection clicked open. )


[OOC: And so it begins! NFI, totes for broadcast, preplayed with the always-cool make_the_shot. Continued here!]

When it came down to it, Emma was bored. There was only so much sitting quietly and playing nicely that she was capable of the in the first place, and she'd used most of it up the first fourteen years of her life, trying to be perfect for Winston.

Which is how the germ of an idea started tickling inside her head, and why Emma was in her alcove, pecking away at her Blackberry and haphazardly shoving items in a bag. It was devious and sneaky, and might actually work. Now she just needed to work out the timezone difference to make sure she didn't arrive too early, and her evil plan would be complete.

[OOC: Open alcove!]

The sweep of the island had turned out negative, confirming the suspicion that Emma had moved to somewhere off-island. And so the group of searchers moved out across the causeway and to the mainland, with the reasoning that if she were looking for Hank, she'd probably head to the city.

( Random traces of unseasonal ice and physic scents eventually led them to a shipping yard near the Causeway... )

[OOC: NFI, NFB due to distance! Timezone preplay waltz accomplished by superb team of justwantsquiet, glacial_witch, not_a_parakeet, weetinyreese, noearsyet, and icecoldfrost.]