Owner	Pose
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith lay curled up in not one blanket, not two blankets, but all the blankets! She had created a little blanket mountain that pooled halfway down the lounge couch into a smaller oasis of blanket hills. It was an obvious Sharon creation because it was too ridiculous to be anyone else, and there were two distinct, black ears poking up out of the pile.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would enter on in and glance over at the blanket fort. "You appear to have gotten quite stuck. Are you the yarn in the midst of the ball or has it caught over on something, dear?" she would look down at Sharon and the bundle.
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith shrank in the oversized coccoon of blankets, glowing eyes peeking from the depths the small opening as Emma spoke to her. Eventually, she descended to a point where neither the fluffy ears or glowing eyes could be seen. Where in the blanket fort the mutant retreated to was not a mystery for long, because a pale arm soon shot out from the comfy ripples of blanket to latch onto Emma and drag her in!
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would go to take a seat over while she would look. "So, what's the occa-" then she would let out a yelp over as she would be pulled over within the cluster, looking amused. "So, what has you hiding from this evening Sharon?"
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith drug Emma into an impromptu wrestling match, with blankets flying everywhere. She tried to keep the match at least marginally fair, by keeping herself human, but even without the bulk of her other forms, she was still fairly athletic. Eventually Emma was left with a purple haired girl proudly sitting atop of her in all of her proud splendor, which was emphasized by a blanket cape. "Catseye... does not hide." she claimed in an odd, proud twist of facts. "Her prey simply unawares."
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would go to let herself be pulled in. "I see, Catseye." Reminding herself to use the proper name. "So what has me being prey tonight? I would think that I'm somewhat large for it. You might have to put some effort into the matter." SHe would tease.
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith pursed her lips and tilted her head. "You can, but only after I have defeated you!" she claimed with a sly smirk. She stated, ignorantly or purposfully misinterpreting 'I see, Catseye' as 'I see Catseye.' In fairness, Catseye wasn't the best at judging nuance or inflection. "I can still eat you... perhaps in portions." she claimed in bad phrasing. She lifted an arm as though to determine how to appropriately cannibalize the other woman.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would mm, going to take the moment over to start to scritch Catseye behind the ears. "Oh, and here I thought I was more important in your day to day activities. Who then would spoil you and make sure to set you out tuna and salmon?"
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith leered down so her nose was abnoxiously in Emma's face. "I have a big appetite you know. You cannot fool it with your tiny bribes!" she retorted, sitting up to relax in the idle scritching. It was odd to see a human woman enjoying a scratch behind the ear, but perhaps the feline inclined mutant was atune to an ancient pleasure lost to humanity over the ages.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would just shake her head over and move to keep up with the headpats. "I see. So are you saying you would rather eat me and end up getting no more bribes at all? You would need to find another person to do that. That would take effort."
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith sighs. "Perhaps I will take your things then. Highway robbery!" she boasted. "I will steal your identity, and people will give the tuna to me instead of you!" she added to her ridiculous plot. "You will be left... a lost soul. Forgotten" she patted Emma for consolation before tugging off her jacket to solidify her plan into action.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would mm, "Well, I suppose. But could youkeep it up for long? It would involve lots of meetings with people droning on and on while you're required to listen to them and their every concern. Do you want to have things interrupt your nap?"
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith slid the jacket over her shoulders and buttoned it up. "Easy... I just say: "There are going to be some changes around here."" she said in a deep voice that was supposed to impersonate Emma's. Catseye was not the best at imperonations, but at least she put in the effort to give her Emma persona a different voice.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would let Sharon take it over, "WEll, I suppose that you could do close enough. Very well, if I ever vanish, smothered by hairballs and thrown in a lake, I'm sure that no one will notice me missing with you doing such a perfect impression."
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith grinned and lifted her nose with pride. "All I need now is nice shoes." she claimed, turning atop of her to steal those as well. It was odd what Catseye picked out as things that represented an Emma. Apparently a fancy jacket and nice shoes were it. A blonde wig might have been an appropriate addition, or at least pants, but she was still working through the creation process.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would just shake her head, "I do declare that it's perfect. Better than perfect." SHe would opine, "You do make a better Emma than I do. I must admit and surrender being an Emma over to you, Catseye." Her melodramatically flourishing.
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith popped on the shoes and slid from the sofa to stand up as the new Emma. Catseye generally hated shoes and everything they stood for. Footwear could be considered her mortal enemy, as they seemed to leech away any feline dexterity she once had, and fancy footwear with any sort of extended heel were elevated to the status of arch nemsis, as they took her dexterity to the low bar of a baby deer. Still, the mutant seemed inclined to shuffle around in her new stolen outfit to mask in her Emma alter-ego. "I will now declare a meeting to end all meetings!"
Emma Frost	Emma watches Catseye goig on. "Well, you'll need for the rest of the meeting attendants to be here. Given there is no one else here to hear your declaration. Given I'm dead and you're Emma Frost, you have to find some others to proclaim it too." Emma is having a rare outburst of total giggles. Catseye is the only one that gets to see this side of her.
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith huffed. "Being you is so complicated!" she complained about the simple fact of other people being there to have a meeting, or perhaps she was griping about the shoes she was trying to stumble about in. A few uncoordinated steps had her sitting back on the sofa in defeat.
Emma Frost	Alas, this was the way that it went. "Unfortunately, being an Emma is harder htan it looks. Do forgive me." She goes to take her shoes and jacket back if allowed - or just her shoes if Catseye declared possession of the jacket.
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith relinquished her stolen outfit to remain the sole king of a blanket fort instead. "I understand now." she said, as though wearing a jacket and shoes were somehow an oracle way of peering into Emma's existance. It was far from revealing the deeper truth, but at least Sharon seemed to be enjoying herself.
Emma Frost	It's the way things go. Life can be unfair. Even if you are a would-be usurper to the identity of Emma Frost. "So is this the sort of thing that a small bribe can accomodate and repair then?" Going back to scritching Catseye
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith pulled her feet in to sit cross-legged. "What can you give me? I already posess all of the blankets ever made." she claimed ridiculously. She definitely had a fair quantity, but it was far from being all of the world's blankets.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would mm, "Well, I suppose there's tuna.. If you want to have sucha thing brought. Or if you're just content over wtih the blankets, I suppsoe those will suffice."
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith leaned back against her pile. "Sharon is not hungry." she determined in the third person, scanning the room for things to do... or more accurately, high standing shelves that things needed to fall from.