5864/Sibling Plottery

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Sibling Plottery
Date of Scene: 06 April 2021
Location: The Centinel Hotel - Mutant Town
Synopsis: Christian and Emma discuss the plans for the future
Cast of Characters: Emma Frost, Christian Frost




Emma Frost has posed:
    Stepping into the front door of her hotel, her pumps clicking against the tile floors as she steps towards the reception table with a handbag hooked onto her elbow and her glass phone held against her ear with the other hand. "I swear to god, or Ala or superman, or who the fuck ever, that if you're not in my office in the next ten minutes, I'm going to not only fire you, but revoke your flight privilages. No. No. No."

    Ding! The elevator doors part and stepping in alone, Emma lifts her sunglasses from her face and slides them up over her hair, tugging some of the loose hanging strands behind her ears. "No. Both the plane and the helicopter." She continues as the elevator rises up to her office. She steps in, the elevator taking her directly to her office with no doorways apart from the ones to the lift. She steps in and spies Christian already in the room at her chair behind her desk.

    A blink or two and she takes the phone from her ear and ends the call. "Christian."

Christian Frost has posed:
     Christian had on those lovely tea shades he enjoyed wearing. Black lenses with gold frame. "You shoulda known bettah." He comments, even being so bold as to kick up his feet, those Saint Laurents he always had freshly cleaned. "Now, what'ya want from sweet old me? I live here, afterall."

  His hair had been buzzed short in anticipation of summer. "Besides workin' my ass off trying to keep my...admittedly gorgeously appointed apartment in this ho-tel."

Emma Frost has posed:
    "I want to know how we could better be helping these people." Emma says, placing her purse down on the guest chair before her desk and walking past, her fingers raking their nails against Christian's scalp on her way past. She stands with her feet spread, her arms crossed, looking out of the window over Mutant Town and clicking her tongue once. "How do we get them, to help themselves, better themselves, surpass the humans?"

Christian Frost has posed:
     Christian had just been paying attention to his own nails before he felt Emma's on his scalp, and immediately sunk down his head like a turtle would. "Ugh, what da fuck Emma! That feels gross."

  "Normal logic says you teach. But this is reality. And people don't take a fuckin' hint. So you make a show of force." He shrugs before lowering his feet off her desk, yet still remaining in her chair. "You'd think this hotel would have been enough of a show. But at this point, you need boots on the ground."

Emma Frost has posed:
    "Who's boots?" Emma asks, looking out the window, ignoring Christian behind her, as she uncrosses her arms and lifts her hand to press against the cool window pane but stops herself, no need to smudge it with something like a silly gesture. "I only have one idea, but, I doubt very much she'd accept the job." Emma says with a shrug.

Christian Frost has posed:
     "Jesus fuckin' Christ Ems, if you wanted me out there canvassing or some shit you coulda just asked instead of this James Bond Villain wordplay." Christian says, before hopping up and approaching his sister, realizing he had it wrong. "Who did you have in mind? I don't even have a clue unless you want me to try and recruit some of my party buds. But all they are really good for is finding Booger Sugar and hot twenty-somethings that smell of bad choices."

Emma Frost has posed:
    "I don't thin- Hold that thought, that may be a decent start. I'm thinking of starting a program, a way to teach mutants to be better versions of themselves. Make our own mutant heroes, and not like those reclusive X-men. No. We'll do it bigger, do it right." Emma says with a look to Christian, "I assume you don't want /that/ spot light on you, but I think ... I think I know a girl." Emma says, thinking still.

Christian Frost has posed:
     "Oh yeah, that's me, gimme a spandex romper and call me the Ice Queen. That'll get one helluva laugh." He trails off laughing himself, before his ears perk up slightly. "Okay, be all secretive and shit. We will do it better, but where's the /how/?"

Emma Frost has posed:
    "I kept it off the plans, or at least the purpose was kept off the plans, but I had several subbasements built. With some tech sourced from Xavier's to go along with, I think we could have a real shot." Emma says with a look to Christian, but her arms remain crossed beneath her chest and she takes a breath. "Am I being dumb with this? Is this all some stupid dream?"

Christian Frost has posed:
     "A stupid dream? No. You remember what it is like out there. Before the Centinel. Tent cities, our own kind...huddled around fire barrels. Hell, I did that once or twice."

  Christian looks towards the street outside the window before finishing his thought. "Whatever it was that Xavier's does...it is done cloak and dagger. When that big skull ship asshole Brainiac showed up, and started killing mutants, the time for subtlety went out the window. Now it's time for real visibility. Not just some pretty people with hardly a fucking brain cell between them. The real mutants. Don't think I didn't notice there were only a few there that didn't look like they were just human."

Emma Frost has posed:
    "You have a point. Get me a list of the top guys you'd want on the project on my desk by the morning." Emma says and with a motion of her hand, she's telling him to shoo out of her chair, and likely her office. "I have work to do. We both do."

Christian Frost has posed:
     Christian's eyes swell up behind those glasses of his. "Fine, but this is my good deed for today. FREE ROOM BEEEYOTCH! PEACE AMONG WORLDS!"

  He raises a couple middle fingers to nothing in particular, obvious to Emma that he is joking. At least about flipping the bird. He is totally using this as his good deed for mutantkind for today.