Room 528 -- Late Morning // Early Afternoon
After her talk with Hank the day before, Emma knew there wasn't much time if she was going to pull this off. She'd no sooner gotten back from class than she was pulling a small box filled with stationary supplies out of her closet and setting to work, occasionally making a quick phone call.
Practice the lettering, first. Then match the paper and inks properly. By the time of the party, Emma was going to have an absolutely perfect match, for herself and all her guests.
Jonothon Starsmore
Jonothon was nothing if not mildly curious at the best of times, and there had been a message on his machine from Emma that had certainly done wonders to pique that mild curiosity of his.
Well, paying her a visit to find out what she was on about couldn't do any harm, and so here he was, a-knocking.
//It sounds to me as though somebody is thinking of getting into a spot of mischief,// he said, while he knocked.
Emma Frost
"Possibly slightly more than a spot," Emma sang cheerfully, practically bouncing over to open the door. "Party-crashing, darling, which I think seems right up your alley."
Jono
//I've been known to worm my way into more than a handful of parties uninvited,// Jono agreed, looking about as bemused as was Jono-ly possible. //What's th'occasion, luv?//
Emma
"There's a rather fancy party for the 'Future Leaders of Tomorrow' this week, and I happen to have procured an invitation," she replied, holding up a piece of paper that was definitely not made out to a Miss Emma Frost. "Well, this one is not my invitation, but the ones we'll have on Thursday will have the appropriate names on them."
Jono
Jono narrowed his eyes a bit, leaning in to get a better look at the invite.
//Is that party bein' hosted by who I think that party is bein' hosted by?// It kind of smacked of the Hellfire Club, was all. And... And...
... Actually, the idea of crashing a Hellfire Club party with Emma, of all people, rather amused the hell out of him. //Sounds like a good time.//
Emma
"Hellfire Club? Of course," Emma answered, tapping the stylized crest. "It's not like just anyone can get in, and that's what makes it worth crashing."
Not to mention that Emma was sure she'd pick up more than a few useful bits of information at a party like this. Her stock portfolio wouldn't mind this trip in the slightest.
Jono
//Of course it does.// Hell, Jono was certainly intrigued by what in the world happened behind the closed doors of the Hellfire Club. It would be... a learning experience, perhaps. //Thursday, yer say? I'll be certain to keep it free.//
Emma
"Excellent," she practically purred. "Now, do you own a tux that doesn't come with a leather jacket?"
Jono
//I've got a monkey suit hidin' somewhere,// Jono replied, shrugging his shoulders. //So long as I can figure out th'tie, it ought to serve well enough.//
Really, he cleaned up surprisingly well, when he bothered trying. He didn't exactly have any alternatives for his wrappings, however. That might take some creative thinking to work around, perhaps.
... Like actual medical-grade bandages, Jono?
Emma
Or silk or something fancy over his regular bandages. They could swing this.
"It's not a monkey suit," she complained, giving him a pout. "I'm sure you'll look marvelous, darling, but if you're not comfortable you're going to give the whole game away."
Jono
Jono turned his gaze toward the ceiling for a moment, at that. And then he nodded, making up his mind to make it work.
//I'll rent something, if it comes to that. Opportunities like this one don't exactly come up every day, after all.//
Emma
"Meet me on the Causeway on Thursday afternoon, then," she said. "I'll take care of all the other arrangements. Hotel, limo, the works."
They were going to do this in style.
Jack Priest
"Busy, busy, busy," Jack commented from the doorway. He'd been watching for a moment; he knew she must have felt him, yet she hadn't looked up. "What are you up to, Miss Frost?
Emma
"Toil and trouble," Emma promised, carefully copying the invitation word-for-word on to her practice paper. "What sort of bribery would I have to use, to get you to skip rehearsal on Thursday?"
Jack
"Depends on whether this is one of the acts where I'm dead or not," Jack said as he took a few steps toward her. "If I'm dead, very little. What's the alternative?"
Emma
"Another party in New York," she replied cheerfully. "Even more exclusive than the last one we enjoyed."
Jack
"Ah." Jack looked down at her handiwork. "And that is to get us in. Is there a reason, or are you just entertaining yourself?"
Emma
"I need a reason beyond entertainment?" Emma asked, all wide-eyed innocence. "I think we'll have a lovely time."
"Besides, it's not every day that one gets a glimpse of the interior of the infamous Hellfire Club," she continued. "Membership so elite, kings and princes can't get in. I could hardly resist."
Jack
"So I'm invited," Jack observed, impressed. "And I can hardly say no to that chance. Tell me more."
Emma
"They're hosting an event for 'future leaders of tomorrow' on Thursday, and I managed to procure a template for us to join the party," she said, beckoning him over. "A virtual plethora of underage hedonism, overseen by some of the greatest power brokers on the continent. It's practically a candy buffet of fun."
Jack
"I suppose you'd like me to chat up a few people," Jack said, eyes bright with interest. He wondered if she'd come up with this in part to give him something to do besides drink and obsess -- if she had, it was exactly the right medicine. "I might be able to clear my calendar to come along."
Emma
"I would rather appreciate that," she admitted. Emma hadn't picked the date of the party, but she couldn't argue with the timing. They both needed this. "If you might save a spot for me on your dance card that evening, I would be in your debt."
Jack
"Tell me where to be when, and I'm at your service," he promised.
Emma
"Thursday afternoon, at the Causeway. I'll make the arrangements for hotel and the limo," Emma replied, beaming at him. "I shall look forward to the event."
George Cooper
"D'ye often call an' expect people t'come running?" George asked, leaning against the doorframe. He'd checked to make sure Beka wasn't in the room first of course. No need to get her onto the scent like the Terrier she was.
Emma Frost
"Of course, darling," Emma answered, waving him over. "Especially since I'm usually up to no good, which is fun for everyone."
George
"Which kind o' no good?" he asked, wandering in with his hands shoved in his pockets. There was an eyebrow raised at the obvious evidence of tampering with invitations. "But 'm usually up for some fun, aye."
Emma
"In this particular instance? Party-crashing," she admitted, looking over her work with a critical eye. "A very, very, elite and fancy party. And I did promise you some good trouble in my world, at some point."
George
"Y'did," George agreed. He came around to look from Emma's angle and pointed out a spacing issue. "Tisn' as wide there. Anyone lookin' t'check'll notice."
What? He'd done this before. "'m interested," he admitted. "What happens after th'crashin'?"
Emma
"Just practicing the letters to start, since the 'H' keeps giving me trouble," she agreed, tapping a finger against the stylized crest. "But I've already matched the parchment and inks."
"But mostly crashing, eating the food, enjoying messing with people, and then a nice big celebration for ourselves at a hideously expensive hotel."
George
He tilted his head, leaning in a little to look more closely. "Try it wit' yer other hand?" George suggested. "Th'angle seems a bit off."
"Are we behavin' ourselves?" he asked, tilting an eyebrow at her and assuming she'd understand what he meant. "Or jus' not makin' a mess."
Emma
"No mess where I have to work, darling," she replied cheerfully. "Good behaviour is optional."
It wasn't even encouraged, or they wouldn't be doing this in the first place.
George
George grinned at her. "An' I'd ne'er be causin' a mess t'ye, Emma," he lied teased. "Sounds like fun t'me. Want help wit' th' papers?"
Emma
"Of course, help yourself," she said, pushing some of the supplies toward him. "There's more inks and paper in the box next to my bed, too."
After all, what better way to get to know her roommate's family, and Karla's kissing-friend than to spend a few lovely hours committing forgery?
[OOC: NFI. That Emma had visitors is FB, that they're dirty little delinquents and party-crashing on Thursday is NFB.]
Practice the lettering, first. Then match the paper and inks properly. By the time of the party, Emma was going to have an absolutely perfect match, for herself and all her guests.
Jonothon Starsmore
Jonothon was nothing if not mildly curious at the best of times, and there had been a message on his machine from Emma that had certainly done wonders to pique that mild curiosity of his.
Well, paying her a visit to find out what she was on about couldn't do any harm, and so here he was, a-knocking.
//It sounds to me as though somebody is thinking of getting into a spot of mischief,// he said, while he knocked.
Emma Frost
"Possibly slightly more than a spot," Emma sang cheerfully, practically bouncing over to open the door. "Party-crashing, darling, which I think seems right up your alley."
Jono
//I've been known to worm my way into more than a handful of parties uninvited,// Jono agreed, looking about as bemused as was Jono-ly possible. //What's th'occasion, luv?//
Emma
"There's a rather fancy party for the 'Future Leaders of Tomorrow' this week, and I happen to have procured an invitation," she replied, holding up a piece of paper that was definitely not made out to a Miss Emma Frost. "Well, this one is not my invitation, but the ones we'll have on Thursday will have the appropriate names on them."
Jono
Jono narrowed his eyes a bit, leaning in to get a better look at the invite.
//Is that party bein' hosted by who I think that party is bein' hosted by?// It kind of smacked of the Hellfire Club, was all. And... And...
... Actually, the idea of crashing a Hellfire Club party with Emma, of all people, rather amused the hell out of him. //Sounds like a good time.//
Emma
"Hellfire Club? Of course," Emma answered, tapping the stylized crest. "It's not like just anyone can get in, and that's what makes it worth crashing."
Not to mention that Emma was sure she'd pick up more than a few useful bits of information at a party like this. Her stock portfolio wouldn't mind this trip in the slightest.
Jono
//Of course it does.// Hell, Jono was certainly intrigued by what in the world happened behind the closed doors of the Hellfire Club. It would be... a learning experience, perhaps. //Thursday, yer say? I'll be certain to keep it free.//
Emma
"Excellent," she practically purred. "Now, do you own a tux that doesn't come with a leather jacket?"
Jono
//I've got a monkey suit hidin' somewhere,// Jono replied, shrugging his shoulders. //So long as I can figure out th'tie, it ought to serve well enough.//
Really, he cleaned up surprisingly well, when he bothered trying. He didn't exactly have any alternatives for his wrappings, however. That might take some creative thinking to work around, perhaps.
... Like actual medical-grade bandages, Jono?
Emma
Or silk or something fancy over his regular bandages. They could swing this.
"It's not a monkey suit," she complained, giving him a pout. "I'm sure you'll look marvelous, darling, but if you're not comfortable you're going to give the whole game away."
Jono
Jono turned his gaze toward the ceiling for a moment, at that. And then he nodded, making up his mind to make it work.
//I'll rent something, if it comes to that. Opportunities like this one don't exactly come up every day, after all.//
Emma
"Meet me on the Causeway on Thursday afternoon, then," she said. "I'll take care of all the other arrangements. Hotel, limo, the works."
They were going to do this in style.
Jack Priest
"Busy, busy, busy," Jack commented from the doorway. He'd been watching for a moment; he knew she must have felt him, yet she hadn't looked up. "What are you up to, Miss Frost?
Emma
"Toil and trouble," Emma promised, carefully copying the invitation word-for-word on to her practice paper. "What sort of bribery would I have to use, to get you to skip rehearsal on Thursday?"
Jack
"Depends on whether this is one of the acts where I'm dead or not," Jack said as he took a few steps toward her. "If I'm dead, very little. What's the alternative?"
Emma
"Another party in New York," she replied cheerfully. "Even more exclusive than the last one we enjoyed."
Jack
"Ah." Jack looked down at her handiwork. "And that is to get us in. Is there a reason, or are you just entertaining yourself?"
Emma
"I need a reason beyond entertainment?" Emma asked, all wide-eyed innocence. "I think we'll have a lovely time."
"Besides, it's not every day that one gets a glimpse of the interior of the infamous Hellfire Club," she continued. "Membership so elite, kings and princes can't get in. I could hardly resist."
Jack
"So I'm invited," Jack observed, impressed. "And I can hardly say no to that chance. Tell me more."
Emma
"They're hosting an event for 'future leaders of tomorrow' on Thursday, and I managed to procure a template for us to join the party," she said, beckoning him over. "A virtual plethora of underage hedonism, overseen by some of the greatest power brokers on the continent. It's practically a candy buffet of fun."
Jack
"I suppose you'd like me to chat up a few people," Jack said, eyes bright with interest. He wondered if she'd come up with this in part to give him something to do besides drink and obsess -- if she had, it was exactly the right medicine. "I might be able to clear my calendar to come along."
Emma
"I would rather appreciate that," she admitted. Emma hadn't picked the date of the party, but she couldn't argue with the timing. They both needed this. "If you might save a spot for me on your dance card that evening, I would be in your debt."
Jack
"Tell me where to be when, and I'm at your service," he promised.
Emma
"Thursday afternoon, at the Causeway. I'll make the arrangements for hotel and the limo," Emma replied, beaming at him. "I shall look forward to the event."
George Cooper
"D'ye often call an' expect people t'come running?" George asked, leaning against the doorframe. He'd checked to make sure Beka wasn't in the room first of course. No need to get her onto the scent like the Terrier she was.
Emma Frost
"Of course, darling," Emma answered, waving him over. "Especially since I'm usually up to no good, which is fun for everyone."
George
"Which kind o' no good?" he asked, wandering in with his hands shoved in his pockets. There was an eyebrow raised at the obvious evidence of tampering with invitations. "But 'm usually up for some fun, aye."
Emma
"In this particular instance? Party-crashing," she admitted, looking over her work with a critical eye. "A very, very, elite and fancy party. And I did promise you some good trouble in my world, at some point."
George
"Y'did," George agreed. He came around to look from Emma's angle and pointed out a spacing issue. "Tisn' as wide there. Anyone lookin' t'check'll notice."
What? He'd done this before. "'m interested," he admitted. "What happens after th'crashin'?"
Emma
"Just practicing the letters to start, since the 'H' keeps giving me trouble," she agreed, tapping a finger against the stylized crest. "But I've already matched the parchment and inks."
"But mostly crashing, eating the food, enjoying messing with people, and then a nice big celebration for ourselves at a hideously expensive hotel."
George
He tilted his head, leaning in a little to look more closely. "Try it wit' yer other hand?" George suggested. "Th'angle seems a bit off."
"Are we behavin' ourselves?" he asked, tilting an eyebrow at her and assuming she'd understand what he meant. "Or jus' not makin' a mess."
Emma
"No mess where I have to work, darling," she replied cheerfully. "Good behaviour is optional."
It wasn't even encouraged, or they wouldn't be doing this in the first place.
George
George grinned at her. "An' I'd ne'er be causin' a mess t'ye, Emma," he lied teased. "Sounds like fun t'me. Want help wit' th' papers?"
Emma
"Of course, help yourself," she said, pushing some of the supplies toward him. "There's more inks and paper in the box next to my bed, too."
After all, what better way to get to know her roommate's family, and Karla's kissing-friend than to spend a few lovely hours committing forgery?
[OOC: NFI. That Emma had visitors is FB, that they're dirty little delinquents and party-crashing on Thursday is NFB.]