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tushanshu2013-12-20 06:48 pm
myownbestfriend) wrote in tushanshu2013-12-20 06:48 pm
[video]
[Say hello to Emma Frost, an intimidatingly beautiful but apparently normal human woman who is not especially pleased to be on a giant turtle and drafted into some kind of metaphysical war. She's got it dialed down to an aura of vague irritation, though, and she leans back in the large desk chair that came with her Fire Sector suite. The deep brown of the leather sets off her pale coloration and low-cut white X-Men uniform to excellent effect, and if you think she didn't plan that, you haven't met Emma.]
Please tell me there's a half-decent salon somewhere on this planet.
[If she has to do her own roots she's switching to diamond form until the problem is resolved, see if she doesn't.
Yes, yes, Malicant, a murdered emperor, giant turtles all but extinct, a world on the verge of destruction...but none of those are the sort of thing one ought to ask stupid questions about in public, now are they?]
Please tell me there's a half-decent salon somewhere on this planet.
[If she has to do her own roots she's switching to diamond form until the problem is resolved, see if she doesn't.
Yes, yes, Malicant, a murdered emperor, giant turtles all but extinct, a world on the verge of destruction...but none of those are the sort of thing one ought to ask stupid questions about in public, now are they?]
video;
Where's "your area?"
[Since it's obviously not Fire.]
The accommodations here are acceptable, I'll give them that much.
[She twists the chair a little to look at something besides the console.
Emma, what the hell are you even going to do with three floors.]
video;
Metal Sector.
[She sends a location ping for ME-3A.]
I was warned there's gang activity in Fire Sector but I don't think it's much of a problem.
video;
[Pity the gang foolish enough to try something on Emma Frost.]
I'll be out of touch for a few minutes--I haven't got a coat.
[While those two statements have nothing to do with each other on their face, Emma means she's going to walk over in her cold-immune diamond form, and thus be unreachable telepathically. Which of course anyone she actually cares about could deduce, so too bad for any eavesdroppers.]
action; this got lost in my inbox, sorry!
[The door is closed, but she's listening for Emma's footsteps, and opens it as she arrives, smiling.]
action; 'sokay <3
[Emma switches back to flesh and blood, extending both gloved hands in greeting in the sort of gesture that would read as insincere if you didn't know that Emma really is like that. Her mental posture matches her physical one; she's happy to see her most perfect student again.]
no subject
[With a cordial smile, she reciprocates. She's not happy, because she and her friends are still stuck, and now her teacher is amongst them, but there's a strong sense of contentment radiating from her.]
Would you like refreshments?
[The house behind her is exceptionally tidy; save for one of Layla's jackets on the couch. There's a few pairs of shoes in the corner, neatly arranged, and the furniture has been moved from what the kedan change it to when the suite's unoccupied, but otherwise little else to indicate that anyone lives here.]
no subject
[She'll take whatever Monet offers. When she tries, Emma can be a half-decent person, and she wouldn't dream of rejecting hospitality from someone she actually likes.]
I rather like the design sensibility in this sector. Fire's a bit...busy.
[It reminds her of her childhood home, and consequently, in her occasional unguarded moment, of her awful father, but there's no hint of that anywhere Monet can pick it up.]