Emma's Corner of the Universe, Bed-Stuy, NYC. [Thursday Afternoon]

[icecoldfrost]

"~Portfoilo diversification is fun for me and maybe-fun for you but mostly fun for me~" Emma sang under her breath as she worked on her tablet, curled up on her futon. The best part about starting/owning your own company? If you wanted to work from bed in your pjs, YOU COULD. "Oooo...shiny. MineHad she just bought a nightclub in the area that

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[bitten_notshy]

Nice place, Jack texted back, laconically. He hadn't taken Emma's real estate hunt as seriously as he might have, in part because the moving thing was taking forever. Whose is it?

[icecoldfrost]

Mine, now, came the response a few moments later. Surprise!

Yes, it had taken her almost two months to find a place that she liked. Emma was pretty sure everyone knew by now that she was a perfectionist.

Currently trying to convince Candy that she wants to take a room on the top floor for the next two years, so that I'm not totally lost and alone in Soho of all places. It's so hip I might just faint.

She wasn't really going to faint.

[bitten_notshy]

Somehow, Jack hadn't expected that answer at all. He blinked at his phone for a few minutes before typing in a response.

As if you aren't hipper than it is, he wrote. Congratulations. Would you let me stay over, or is it girls only?

[icecoldfrost]

Emma laughed at that message, and a moment later, Jack would find his phone ringing.

Ring ring, Jack. Girlfriend calling!

[furnaceface]

I'll have whatever you're having, Jono texted. I'm not a fussy eater, really. When's moving day?

[icecoldfrost]

When are you available? Emma fired back. I'm practically packed already, and I own almost no furniture. I just can't go diamond to haul boxes in the middle of NYC.

Besides, I'm totally willing to let you pick my dinner and share. Come on, Jono. Since when was Emma NOT willing to telepathically share her tastebuds? Really? She thought it was one of the more fun ways to use her telepathy without going X-Rated pun intended.

[furnaceface]

Well, it's homecoming weekend coming up, but I have roughly about zero interest in sticking around to have pie thrown at my face at a carnival tomorrow. I could probably be there right away.

Seriously, Jono's last encounter with a carnival involved trying to murder people with fire. It bothered him to no end, sometimes, just how short the collective memory of the committee that planned these things could actually be.

And giving me free run of the food that gets eaten is a dangerous proposition, Emma. You know I'll pick quick-and-dirty after sharing Hannibal's tastes for so long.

He just wanted a bloody hamburger. Or a slice of pizza. Or the greasiest fish and chips he could get his hands on.

[icecoldfrost]

Oh please, like I need an excuse to go on a hot dog and burger tour of New York. While Emma's tastes could be quite refined (snobbish) at times, she was also still a young woman in her early twenties with a craving for utter junk food. --but I draw the line at the grease pile you call chips.

Nice try, Jono.

It's Homecoming? Fuck. I should call Jack back and see if he wants to come out here this weekend, or if I'm coming there."

[brat_inslayage]

Do you one better, Kennedy texted back. Not only do you get me, you get half a dozen girls with super strength, and maybe the witchy gf if she doesn't get called to help put out a world-ending fire somewhere.

Half a second later:

The kids'd be on the clock, though, so no booze for them. No, seriously. They're on payroll.

[icecoldfrost]

At long last, I tempt you from your tropical abode! We must shop! No, really, I have no furniture besides my futon and a few tables. We _must_ shop. Quality pieces, must withstand basic super-strength. Kennedy would totally understand why; the place was going to house a mutant and a werewolf.

As to your charges, I have a very large upstairs bedroom that they can all claim and have a giant Slayer-y slumber-party so long as my homeowners' insurance doesn't need to be called, Emma fired off, --and they can have ridiculously expensive chocolates instead. Or is that a bribe since they're already on payroll?

[brat_inslayage]

Oh, the furniture thing. I know how that goes. Give me a few, I can get you a list of suggestions. Replacing things got old real fast after the first couple of batches of newbies. So yes, Kennedy definitely understood.

And let's just call the chocolate a bonus. I'm the boss, I can say so.

Settle down, Kennedy, you're just getting this enterprise started.

[icecoldfrost]

Wait, you're the boss? Since when? And since when do Slayers get paid? Emma teased over text. I didn't realize you got to travel with an entourage.