[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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[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.]

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[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?

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Yes. [Laura answers this plainly, not even pausing in her mission to grab two water bottles. If she detects the droll impatience in Emma's question, she doesn't let it show.]

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[Emma sighs softly, pinching the bridge of her nose between her thumb and a finger for a moment. Arguing with the clone may be an exercise in futility but she owes Logan at least that much.] It's one that's intended to be slept in, dear. Unlike a treehouse.