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

[queendediamonds.livejournal.com]

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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[scottheboyscout.livejournal.com]

It's kind of amazing how little sleep you need. I don't think I've ever seen you yawn. [He smiles.] Unless it's because I'm boring you with car trivia.

[Scott walks to the cupboards to get himself a glass.] Can I get you anything while I'm over here? Water, juice...?

[queendediamonds.livejournal.com]

It's a fine honed talent and a fair bit of caffeine. [Her tone is dry as she turns the page of one of the aforementioned reports.] Water would be lovely.

[There's silence for a few moments before she casually voices a question of her own.] So what has you still up and about?

[scottheboyscout.livejournal.com]

[He tries to keep his own voice light, and mostly succeeds as he pours two glasses of water from the filtered pitcher in the fridge.] Just got tired of flopping around in my bed. Thought a snack might settle my mind. [Grabbing a package of cookies from the pantry, he shakes a few onto a plate, then carries both glasses and the plate to the table with him, setting Emma's water in front of her.] Although paperwork would probably be a better sedative.

[queendediamonds.livejournal.com]

I'm sure Logan has a pile he'd happily pass your way if you ever care to test that theory. [She takes a drink of water, nodding her thanks to Scott as she sets the glass down again.] Is there something bothering you, dear? [It's a casually phrased question as she glances over at him from her paperwork.]

[scottheboyscout.livejournal.com]

Bothering me? No. [He takes a bite of a cookie, chews slowly, swallows. Emma glances up at him again, holding her gaze a bit longer this time.] Yes. I'm still having nightmares. I just...I'm sorry, I don't mean to bug you with this while you're working. Help me finish these? [He nudges the plate of cookies in her direction.]

[queendediamonds.livejournal.com]

It's not a problem, Scott. None of this work is too important that it can't wait. [She takes one of the cookies off the plate, breaking it in half and taking a bite as she narrows her eyes thoughtfully.] Are they still about the hospital?

[scottheboyscout.livejournal.com]

Some of them. Lately, though, they've been more vague. Something is after me, I'm trapped somewhere and I can't get out. Sometimes... [He helps himself to another cookie, takes a swig of water.] Sometimes I still dream about her.