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Emma Frost	She had called ahead, made sure the timing was good, booked an appointment, and was now arriving promptly. It was courteous after all when one was making a business call to do so properly. And one did -not- press Ms. Van Dyne on anything remotely. As she would arrive, Emma would glance about the venue with interest, seeing the things on display and some o fthe new creations, looking around with rapt interest and curiousity. A full outfit by Janet was a sign of one's social stature within the city.
Janet van Dyne	Janet's office is a study in contrasts. Once past the double-doors guarded by her secretary, the building's history as a factory and warehouse is much more evident. Old piping and metal gears in the ceiling suggest the myriad purposes the building was used for over the last century and a half, and Janet's offices/design studio takes up a significant percentage of the high-vaulted space at the top floor of the building. On the right, her office is a cooly pristine white. Even more pure than eggshell. The only colors are shades of pale teal and gold accents. The walls, the furniture, the window dressings are all that monochrome ouvre; her desk is a sleek and extremely minimalistic affair with nothing on it but a notepad, a computer monitor, and a set of Cartier pens. The left half of the room is concealed by huge, floor-to-ceiling drapes. The heavy curtains are pushed aside, gliding away on well-greased bearings in the tracks overhead. Janet beams a smile at Emma. Her outfit is a middle ground between daring and conservative; a dark purple miniskirt, grey leggings, black cavalry boots with a stylish heel, and a sleeveless blouse precisely the color of well-washed denim. The riot of colors and textures in her creative studio collide with the cool sensibilities of her working office; the drafting table is covered with half-executed sketches and there are a dozen mannequins in various states of undress. "Hey girl!" she exclaims with a cheerful ease. "Great timing, I was just about to stop and have a drink anyway," she informs Emma. "Mimosa? Or something stronger?"
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would enter on in and go to look about, smiling brightly, "Hello Janet, it's been far too long!" Emma's wearing something that's far blander than she normally does, or at least has the reputation of doing. A long business skirt that's high cut on one leg, a set of white shoes with pumps, and a business blouse that's unbuttoned just enough to be normal for Emma. A long white coat was taken off as she would go inside, and give a smile. "And a mimosa would be lovely and appreciated. I wanted to start to switch over to outfits more appropriate for the season and events and what I have is so last year's fashion." She did need to be presentable and everything changed from season to season. "And you are the best as always. Thank you for setting aside time for me." Yes, she knew that as a friend Janet would always do so. But it was still ever so appropriate to go the full way to make sure she followed appropriate decorum. ONe did not just take advantage of the best in the business!
Janet van Dyne	Janet makes a dismissive sound in the back of her throat that somehow agrees with Emma's appreciation for Janet's talents, and disdains the idea that she wouldn't help her friend out with some clothing. "Well, high-waists are back in style," she remarks. "Bright colors, so think about accessorizing. I know maxi dresses aren't your thing," she reassures the blonde. Janet takes a few moments to pour pre-mixed mimosas and brings over two flutes, one for herself and one for Emma. Janet picks a chair and tucks a leg underneath her before sitting back in it. "If you're looking for more casual wear, we've got some new denim in. Wonderful cotton material, it breathes like silk, four-way flex, and it's stain resistant," she offers. "What's in your closet that you're not in love with anymore?"
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would nod over for a few moments, and stand up in thought. "I'm still looking for my primary color, but I could stand to have some others stick out within it." She was always going to wear white, no matter if she were officially the Queen or not. She would take the mimosa over and smile. "Thank you darling." Emma would go to sit a moment later in thought. "I've almost never been one for casual wear. It gives the wrong idea." Business was all about appearances and control. "I'm looking for things that allow me to breathe somewhat easier." Even when in fashion, there was only so much one could do in the cold. "Some things showier now that they can be worn. Just for the normal day to day things. Business, meetings, out and about.. Something in silk does sound lovely. And my closet has things which are so last year."
Janet van Dyne	"Oh sure, there are plenty of ways to go," Janet acknowledges. "Well you could go all nineties, pick some bare-midriff stuff," she offers. "God knows you've got the abs to pull that look off. White denim isn't a bad way to go, paired with some great shoes, of course." Janet pauses to sip her mimosa, the little gears in her head turning as she casts over Emma with a critical eye. "I think in more general terms, stick to your usual colors," she advises her. "Less eyeshadow, maybe something more teal than ice-blue. And layers, always be thinking about layers in spring. You don't want to get caught in a summer skirt during the middle of some New England late spring snowfall," she observes with a dry amusement.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would chuckle, "Oh? Nineties? I suppose that everything is fashionable again and it circles back." Not that she was from that era of fashion. "That sounds exquisite to start with." Emma would turn over to glance at a mirror, looking at her current makeup, visualizing herself with it differently worn and to the adjustments that Janet was telling her. "Excellent. Those sound exquisite." She would chuckle over at Janet, "No, I would most certainly not."
Janet van Dyne	"Just watch, it'll be bell-bottoms and tunics in another five years," Janet promises Emma. "Though really, kidding aside, it's the Indian market I'm trying to crack. I've got some promising leads with local fashion houses in Kolkata and Mumbai. A guy named Ajay Kumar *owns* the men's market. It's nuts!" she exclaims. "A billion people in that country and the best that American manufacturing can do is outsource labor to India. Overlooking completely the millions of people in need of colorful, affordable clothes. Five years," she says again, and lifts a hand for emphasis. "You'll be hearing more about fashion weeks in Delhi than you do about Milan or Paris."
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would smile, "I'll see what I can do for you. It would also help to travel there and spend some time. Book yourself a couple of weeks. Make sure you have some guides that are fluent in the culture and language. Get the best. If you'd like it I can help make the arrangements for it if that would help." Without asking for anything in return. That was what friends did for one another, wasn't it?     "And lovely. I do look forwards to seeing how things change in the coming years. What cultures become mainstream and how things fade."
Janet van Dyne	"That's very sweet of you," Janet tells Emma, and for a moment there's a flash of sincere gratitude. "If I get hemmed up, I'll give you a call," she promises. "Fortunately, India at least knows what billionaires are. They have limos and good hotels. I won't have to schlep my way through the mud like that time in Vietnam. Worth every penny to get Thi Hahn and his cobbler business into the States, but I ruined every pair of boots I brought with me." She shudders at the damage to her wardrobe. "Mm--" she sips her mimosa, downs the last of it, and lifts a finger at Emma. "I'm going to be a /bit/ busy this season, so if you need anything for the red carpet, give me some heads up?" she requests. "I have some ideas sketched out but I really don't want to be doing a lot of pinning and hemming ahead of the big event."
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would smile, "Of course. I'm more than happy to help you if I can. If you need it, just get in touch with me and I'll attend to it personally." Not 'I'll have my people handle it'. Personally. One did not turn aside Emma Grace Frost doing something that needed to be done. Laughing as Janet would go on 'schlep through the mud'. "Quite. An experience that we hope we never have to do or if we've suffered it ever repeat it." Emma would smile at Janet, "Of course. I'm looking for things I can wear about every day. I've not made my plans for the formal season yet. If your schedule permits I'll get in touch with you as it approaches. And your talents are forever popular."
Janet van Dyne	Janet beams a grateful smile at Emma and rises, offering her friend a squeeze of both hands and a kiss to the cheek. "You are a treasure," she assures Emma. "Thank you. I hope I don't have to cut you loose on them, but it's nice knowing I've got an ace up my sleeve if it all goes pear-shaped." She beams a smile, giggles, and gives Emma's arm a quick squeeze and a gentle nudge. "I gotta get back to work though. Brunch, later this week?" she suggests. "We can catch up some more and you can show me what you got from the fashion house."