Diamond Bright

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!]

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 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.]