14513/Being Catseye-y

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Being Catseye-y
Date of Scene: 27 March 2023
Location: Library and Study Hall
Synopsis: Catseye declares Emma is her concierge.
Cast of Characters: Emma Frost, Sharon Smith




Emma Frost has posed:
It's another late night over in the library. Emma Frost is lightly working over on a laptop where she's typing over and working on some business figures. She moves to start to type in different digits, following information giong on and switching up and down

Sharon Smith has posed:
It was bathrobe day... for Sharon at least. She wore about as many ill fitting robes as she could possibly carry. It was an absurd sight, most were white, but there was a variety of colors that almost made a rainbow on her. It also hindered her attempt to trap Emma in her arms, since the bulk of extra fabric restrained her human arms to a mild C, with a wide opening as she decreed. "I am a hotel." It wasn't a completely odd decree since, surely a fair portion of the obtained robes were hotel robes... since that's where most robes came from.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost would glance over at Sharona and stretch while paying attention, "Ah, hello Sharon. I hope that everything is going well with you." The laptop is closed- it's survival rate isn't going to be long in any circumstance, neither will she be able to focus. A hand goes up and over to stroke Sharon behind the ears if she could. "I do enjoy this new attire. You've outdone yourself."

Sharon Smith has posed:
Wearing a single robe might be slightly scandalous... wearing almost 10 simply boggled the mind. A few of them were mildly tied with the purposful cloth belt meant for the task, but otherwise she seemed like a blurr of too many robes. "I am... a hotel" she told Emma again, somewhat proudly.

It wasn't blind ignorance or naivety. She simply had a different look on human culture...quirkily associating bathrobes with hotels. It wasn't a garment always carried in homes, but most affluent hotels provided them per gratis.

The end question became how many hotels had Catseye been in to make such a conclusion?!

Emma Frost has posed:
It took Emma a few moments to parse where Sharon's direction of thoughts had taken her, and she would let ou ta soft, amused sigh. "Very well. I suppose that means anyone helping you is the concierge, then?" She would offer while going to lazily let her fingers go over to stroke at Sharon's hair as the mutant would meander.

"And you seem to have borrowed quite a few to make yoursel fa hotel. Are you going to have your name put on all of them?"

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith took over most of Emma's lap. There might have been more room for a laptop, notepad, or other small devices, but the robes greedily took up the rest. "You are my concierge." she claimed in a faux robot voice.

Her eyes eventually dropped to her breast, looking at the etched logo covering it. "Can I?" she asked curiously, having no idea about embroidery.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost would glance over at Sharon, "If you wish? By all means. I suppose you could get one that said 'Catseye' on it. And it would go quite well. That might mean you'd have to sew them all on if you couldn't get them custom fit." She has a very, very, very fluffy Sharon-robe on her it seems. And very glad she closed her laptop..

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith lifted her chin. Her eyes scanned the ceiling for a long few moments as she deliberated nothing at all. Eventually she came to the decision of "Ok, do it!" she ordered, awkwardly shedding one of her many robes to stuff against Emma's chest. The outer most robe was obviously a bathrobe fit for someone much taller and wider than Catseye. It seemed fitting for someone the size of The Beast or Colossus, tactfully re-acquired for the feline-minded mutant for her silly stunt.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma would take it and comment dryly, "I might need some time to do it darling. I do hpe that you don't mind waiting as I don't have what's needed on me." Relatively sure that this would fall away with other flights ofw himsy here, even as Emma kep tup her duly appointed look of amusement. Going ot keep rubbing her fingers along Catseye's forehead.

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith shuffled very awkwardly on Emma's lap so that she could shed another of her many layers and stuff it into the other woman's chest. "How long?" she asked, seeming to try and pile the robes onto her as though she were an ill-working factory. Sharon started what was perhaps the most unusual and impractical strip-tease ever devised when she'd stuffed her third and fourth robe under Emma's chin.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost would let Sharon go to wriggle over on her lap to get comfortable, letting out a sigh over as the girl would shift. "I suppose this is at lesat going to make a comfortable pillow for me, thank you dear." SH would deadpan over while folding her arms together.

Sharon Smith has posed:
Narrowed her eyes in mock menace "Do not steal my hotel business" she playfully accused, dropping a robe over Emma's head like a blanket. A firm finger pushed meanly at the center of her forehead through the fluffly robe to punctuate her point.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost would let it go over her likea blanket, "I suppose that I'm not going to be able to see now to put on the labels, won't I Catseye?" She would muse over while going to let it slide over her.

Sharon Smith has posed:
A floof came over Emma's head as another robe was stacked on. "Probably not..." Catseye agreed. "You need to adapt... and overcome!" she beamed, parroting some motiviational speach she'd heard before.

Emma Frost has posed:
There's a light flick over as Emma goes to grab one of the blankets set over the couch for settling under when it was cold and would move to gently glide it over to the head of Sharon.

Sharon Smith has posed:
Countering Sharon's antics could only lead to one thing, a brief, obscured wrestling match. There was no announcement of the event, or any verbal confirmation. It was more of a obscured blur of the odd woman pulling and pushing at her in a comical tug-of-war of limbs.

Emma Frost has posed:
There's flaying, blankets, a dozen or so bathrobes piled over, numerous pillows, a rug, and several other random things that looks more like a child's pillow fort than anything vaguely sensical. And Emma and Catseye are quite thoroughly cocooned.

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith threw quite a number of bathrobes in Emma's face, adding to the confusion of the obscure event. Every time Emma had almost gotten a peak at what might be going on, she had yet another robe flying in her face. The kerfuffle of mixed robe, pillows and anything within reach eventually brought the battle into a tangled mess.

Catseye eventually sat up in in her last, Hilton labeled robe, laughing hysterically. The odd mutant girl wasn't known for laughing. It was rare that she even chuckled at most jokes, but she seemed to take joy in the physical comedy of an awkward wrestling match.

Emma Frost has posed:
Catseye didn't seem to laugh or smile much. Due to her upbringing, no doubt. Those sorts of behaviors weren't innate to her as she had never really done them until recently. So Emma is very tolerant of them anda lmost appreciative.

"I Tkae it that now rather than sewing on labels I'mg oing to act as some sort of coatrack for you then, Catseye? Don't use me as a scratchign post if so."

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith flopped over Emma's lap "Ooookay" she acknowledged, her hands and feet pushing away as much of the chaos of pillows, robes and rugs as she could. "You will be... my coat rack!" she beamed somewhat proudly as she lounged.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost would let out a sigh over, wtih everything dumped upon her. "All right, I suppsoe I had that coming. So, tell me.. Do you think that I'm an acceptable one, if that is to be my function?"

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith sat back up on Emma's lap, her white nose practically mashing against Emma's as she stared deep into her eyes. "You are... aceptable." she replied in a mock-robot voice. "You may function accordingly."

Emma Frost has posed:
Well, fair enough. "And where is this tone of voice coming from? YOu're sounding so.. Monotone." She would muse, going to let her hand go up to stroke down Catseye's chin accordingly.

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith stroked a hand square over Emma's face, her fingers dragging downward to brush off of her chin. "You sound monotones." she retorted, narrowing her eyes playfully as she mocked her gesture. Catseye would not reveal her secrets, even if they were an inside joke she was trying to spotlight to others.