[Emma's back in her X-Men uniform, and her pose and manner are very official ( Read more... )

[Emma's somewhere in the parlor, settled in a big comfy chair near a window. She looks somewhat irritated. Every now and then she rubs her forehead, groans, and closes her eyes.]

God, what is going on? I'm getting a sodding migraine from this...

[She rubs her head again, frowns, and remains silent.]

[In the feed, Emma's seated in a chair in some large, empty room - the dance studio, it looks like. She's wearing an X-Men uniform, identifiable by its simple elegance and the abundance of X's all over (which, to be fair, could really describe any of her outfits ( Read more... )

[One of the bedroom doors bursts open and a blond woman dressed all in white walks out. She looks from side to side, cautiously, before walking down the hall.]

Scott? Hank? Logan?

[She stops, closes her eyes and presses her hands to the sides of her head. For a moment she is quiet, then she looks confused, and a little worried.]

...where am