[Open Log] A day in the life of Emma Frost

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Characters: Emma, YOU!
Setting: Eeeeverywhere
Content: Stuffs
Status: Open open open

This can also be known as 'Bria doesn't want to write her papers.'

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Early mornings require caffeine

[queendediamonds.livejournal.com]

[It's morning before the Danger Room session. Emma's in the kitchen drinking her morning coffee. Coffee's very very important.]

Clobberin' Time

[queendediamonds.livejournal.com]

[Danger Room time! Maybe it's during the group session or maybe it's a bit afterwards. Emma's sticking around to maybe run some more training if you think you're up for it...]

*waves* Hi! It's Kayt! I'm Spamming your post here...

[witheredecay.livejournal.com]

Miss Frost?

[Kevin lingers behind after group session, hoping that there might be some miraculous new training development that could let him touch another person, and shed his emo leprosy forever.]

I was wondering if you'd had a chance to talk to the rest of the staff about any...new training possibilities for me. You know, working with my powers, not just combat.

lmao I had actually noticed. :P

[queendediamonds.livejournal.com]

[Emma shakes her head, just as frustrated that his training is stuck at this ridiculous plateau. She wishes that her answer wasn't about to be the same one that it always is.] No, Kevin. We're still trying to come up with something but we're at a bit of a loss at the moment.

Ok, good. Just wanted to make sure you were paying attention.

[witheredecay.livejournal.com]

Well, how long is it going to take, Miss Frost? I mean...how exactly am I supposed to deal with this when even you don't know what to do with me? Am I just supposed to try and ignore my powers forever? [His face contorts into a frown, trying not to think about the tempting offer from the New Brotherhood. He leans in to speak softly, secretively to his teacher.] I can feel it. Getting hungry. Again...

Even the White Queen eats

[queendediamonds.livejournal.com]

[She's been teaching classes for awhile now so a late lunch is a welcome break even if she does have a large stack of papers and files in front of her.]

Anyone looking for a headache?

[queendediamonds.livejournal.com]

[Emma's done teaching classes for the day which means she's in her office. Maybe you have something you need to ask her or perhaps some sort of telepath thing you need help with?]

JULIAN LOVES HEADACHES

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[Julian's swinging by because why wouldn't her favorite pupil visit his favorite mentor every now and then? He's just saying hi; it's not like he wants something. No, he totally wants something. Or more than one thing. He raps his knuckles on the door, looking through an open folder with a furrowed, confused brow as he waits for her to grant him entrance.]

He's a little masochist, isn't he?

[queendediamonds.livejournal.com]

Come in, dear. [She doesn't look up from her papers as he enters. It's not she doesn't know who it is or anything.] What can I do for you?

YEP. Rogue should invest in whips and chains.

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't really look up from his papers either, walking over to stand by her desk, pausing for a moment as he reads over a piece of it.] I need your help. These numbers are... I don't even fucking know. [He says this tiredly, dropping down into his usual seat.] This guy's an idiot. That or he's stealing from me. Do you mind looking at this and telling me I'm not crazy?

Re: Anyone looking for a headache?

[jono-stars.livejournal.com]

[Once Emma is free again after meeting with Julian, Jono knocks on her door. He's been wondering if it's at all possible to work on his telepathy -- Danger Room training seems to be too much all at once and quick, physical stuff for him these days. Make it stronger, more accurate, more pinpoint rather than just a general push in some direction.]

[queendediamonds.livejournal.com]

Come in, Jono. [She's fairly sure as to why he's here but she's okay with going through the normal verbal niceties. Most of them.] I was wondering when you were going to stop by.

DUDE sorry it took me so long to get back here!

[jono-stars.livejournal.com]

[Jono nods, which also serves to duck his head through the doorway as he walks into the office.]

Yes. I'm sorry my sessions haven't been too regular, but I was hoping to fix that soon.

[dazzlerock.livejournal.com]

[Ali peeks around the door, having seen that Jono left a little while ago. She's been staking out Emma's office, waiting for her opening. She knocks and peers inside, hesitating at the doorway.]

You busy?

[queendediamonds.livejournal.com]

[Emma shakes her head, pushing away the paperwork she definitely won't be getting to until after dinner. She nods towards the chairs before her desk.] Take a seat.

[dazzlerock.livejournal.com]

Thanks. [She does as she's told, leaning back, quelling the urge to prop her feet up on Emma's desk. Something tells her that would be a no-no.] I've been thinking a lot, lately. About my sister. About running into her with Kevin.

Ladies don't sweat, they glisten.

[queendediamonds.livejournal.com]

[Emma's getting some training in before dinner. Bodies like hers don't stay that fit all on their own, after all. Plus, she appreciates the chance to de-stress after a long day. She wouldn't mind a training partner though.]

Re: Ladies don't sweat, they glisten.

[canadamantium.livejournal.com]

[Logan's already in the gym when Emma gets there, finishing up his workout. He is sweaty and glorious, as per usual. He notes her entrance and nods.]

Need a spotter?

[queendediamonds.livejournal.com]

[She nods as she starts to stretch.] Only if you have the time, dear.

[canadamantium.livejournal.com]

Sure. Got a few hours 'til the game comes on.

Companies require attention if you want to take Stark down a notch or two

[queendediamonds.livejournal.com]

[Changes in scenery are good because her office was getting a bit old. Emma needs one as she shifts her focus to her company. She looks busy and a bit absorbed with her work as she sits in the kitchen but she probably wouldn't mind the interruption.]

[trainedweapon.livejournal.com]

[Laura's making her mansion rounds today. She's just been in the shower; she's dressed in jeans, boots, a black sweater, and a very old, very large, and very warm jacket of Logan's. Her head is down, her damp hair covering the sides of her face. She doesn't want to talk or be acknowledged, and such a stance seems to ward most people off. Being quiet as a mouse helps too.

She's aware of Emma, of course. But Emma's presence doesn't stop her from heading straight to the refrigerator and loading her small backpack with water and necessary supplies for the next day. She just wants to get back to the old treehouse in the woods she's been sleeping in.]

[queendediamonds.livejournal.com]

[Emma barely spares the girl more than a glance. She doesn't need to more than that to pick up on those residual thoughts. she may not care for the girl very much but some things are just ridiculous. Like sleeping in a treehouse.]

You are aware that you have a room inside of the mansion, yes?

[scottheboyscout.livejournal.com]

[Scott hasn't been socializing much with Emma lately. Not that he was all that social before, but since he started therapy with her it's made him a little uncomfortable speaking with her in a non-professional capacity. You know, since she's seen the inside of his head and all. Still, she's right there, and Scott is many things but "impolite" is not one of them. Just call him Scott Awkward Summers.]

Hello, Emma. Burning the midnight oil?

[queendediamonds.livejournal.com]

[Emma sees the insides of a lot of people's minds so she isn't particularly bothered by her sessions with Scott but then again, it's not her mind that's been poked around in.]

Hello, Scott. And yes, as always. Unfortunately, my aide can't send me these daily reports until after the close of business on the Pacific. Therefore... [She gestures towards the reports she reading with a resigned smile.]