Room 528, Monday Evening

[icecoldfrost]

Emma was trying very very hard to talk herself out of doing something horribly impulsive.

It was one of the most exclusive parties to kick off the season, and Emma had her laptop on her bed as she refreshed websites, reading the commentary and making remarks to the air about some of the outfits. The urge to see if she could fake her way into

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[justwantsquiet]

Sookie, bored by her own room but not completely committed to finding a common room, wandered down the hall looking for an open door to peek in.

Naturally, she found Emma's. "You're not doing some sort of homework, are you?" she asked, concerned.

Sookie maybe needed to learn the internet wasn't just for school.

[icecoldfrost]

"Only the best kind, darling," Emma promised, turning the screen so Sookie could see. "It's the Met's Costume Gala. Who's hot, who's not, and whose cleavage is about to be eaten by a midget twin of Cousin It."

[justwantsquiet]

"And I thought I had -- oh my gosh, what's on her shoulder?" Sookie had come in a bit to see the picture. And now she was mildly horrified, yes.

[icecoldfrost]

"I don't know, but I think it's carnivorous," Emma confided. "The dress is pretty enough, and if she wants to draw attention away from her breasts, wearing...that thing... seems like a horrible plan."