Diamond Bright

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."

"Are you quite sure about this, Hank?" Emma was curled up in his overstuffed chair, feet tucked under her as she flipped through the colorful brochure. "Where did you even get this?"

"They have powers," the big man repeated stubbornly. "And colors, like where I used to be."

"Yes, I know," Emma sighed. "You already told me that. I asked where you got it."

"Around. I watch things. I hear things."

Emma resisted the urge to rub at her temples. Hank's overly-simplistic view of things could sometimes inspire headaches worse than the ones her powers gave her. "You want me to go away, to school," she clarified slowly. "I thought you wanted me to stay, so we could help each other?"

"It's not safe here," he rumbled, looking petulant. "They might remember and come back. I need to set up a new lab, and you'll be safer at school learning about powers. I protect you, and we help each other with everything."

"Okay, Hank." Emma hopped out of the chair, skipping over to press a kiss to his furry cheek. "I'll give it a try. But if I don't like it, I'm coming home to stay in September."

"Whatever you want, Emma," he promised, a large grin splitting his face.

"That's exactly right, Hank." The smile she gave in return was just slightly sharp. "Whatever I want."




[NFB, NFI, and yes, I'm on vacation and cheating to check my flist while telecommuting. HUSH.]