Owner	Pose
Emma Frost	Emma Frost is currently walking through the front yard, reading a transcript of the emergency Senate hearing. She has a smug look over on her face as she would consider things. Not paying attention to where she's going as others would be going through the front yard.
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith rolls up with style, and volume. The purple haired mutant arrived at the front door on the back of a motorcycle. It was a classic piece, the sort that coughed clouds of black smoke out of it's loud, thunderous engine. It had the effect of making anyone's teeth rattle within a ten yard radius. It also made one instantly wonder what in the heck Catseye got up to in her free time. Joining biker gangs must have been somewhere on that myseterious list. She even dressed the part, wearing a black leather vest with the colorful logo "Wild Cats" on the back, and the necessary image of a cartoon cat on a motorcycle. She hopped off the back of the bike, seeming ready to return the leather vest, but the courteous offer was waved off. It was probably for the better, since it didn't seem like se was wearing much beneath the flashy vest. Most of their conversation was drowned out by the rumbling motor, but ended with a "Bye Buck!" before Catseye skipped off happily in the direction of the school.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would glance over at Sharon for a moment, "Why hello there Sharon. I wasn't aware that you had updated your wardrobe." Or that the girl knew how to ride. Or knew how to drive. The Catseye was definitely full of surprises. "I had been wondering where you had scampered off to." But with everything going on as of late with all the recent crisises, she'd ha dto put checking in on the girl on the backburner without knowing she was in trouble. "I hope that you've been enjoying yourself. And I do think that you have quite a story to tell if you feel up to it."
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith lifted her sunglasses to rest on her purple haired head. "I joined a gang!" she claimed all too proudly. It was odd to think that was entirely true, but the odd mutant was full of surprises. "What did I miss?" she asked, hooking her thumbs in the open sleeves of her vest, pushing the vest outward like a very cool, biker version of Steve Urkel
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would ah, "I see. They seem to be a rather well to do gang if they let you join them. How did your tenure go with them? Are you still associated with them or are you merely being dropped off? And nothing out of the ordinary or worth disrupting your naps for."
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith nods proudly. "They're lucky." she decided, which might not be far from the truth for a 'wild cat' gang to have a cat morphing mutant in their ranks, even temporarily. "Oh... I think we'll split ways from now, but I know where to find them" she claimed, giving a smirk. "On the open road" she dramatically waved a hand out at the horizon.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would glance at it, "Ah, yes. So you wouldn't know how to find your way back if you kept on going then?" She would tease Sharon. "So how did you end up in a biker gang in the first place? Even if just for the short term."
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith shrugs. "I always know where I'm going" she boasted in a doubtful claim, before adding "Foreward." It was a very zen, or cheesy outlook on life, but it seemed fitting. "I just saw all these motorcycles outside of a place. Correction, choppers." she jabbed a finger at the air to punctuate her correction. "Buck saw me sitting on one, and we talked, and I learned how to play pool, and we road and road and road." she said in a very vague explanation of her week. "I ripped my shirt" she made sure to add in an odd, unecessary detail.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would quirk a brow, "I see. So do you remember who anyone was so that you could go with them again? And good for you for wearing a shirt." Or actually any article of clothing for an extended period. The jacket looked like she might hav actually had it on for a day! Maybe two. "I'm very proud of you, Catseye. For finding something you had such fun with."
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith gave Emma almost a deadpan look. "I have a vest now" she corrected, but was at least staying dressed. Besides the jeans and the vest, the most impressive thing was that Catseye had on shoes. Usually, catseye had a somewhat tense relationship with shoes. She rarely seemed to get along with footwear, generally finding it to be an unecessary encumberance, but perhaps she found it was the only way for her to get into some establishments, with the 'no shirt no shoes' policy being fairly popular around the modern world. "I want a chopper now, but I don't have a license. Buck let me drive his around a parking lot. I think I'm very good at it" she boasted.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would laugh, "Well, youshould speak to Scott. I'm sure that he could hook you up with one to use and get you some riding lessons. You should learn to do it the proper way. I'm sure that the school has some that you could use to practice with." And if they can survive Kitty being terrified and phasing through the walls when she gets into a crash, Sharon can't be that bad nwo can it?
Sharon Smith	Sharon Smith lifted an eyebrow. "You think he would?" she asked curiously. "Will I have to beg, or should I nag him... like" she pulled on the hem of Emma's shirt, repeating 'please, please, please..' in quick succession. Catseye didn't need to go through the dialogue or motions of nagging to get her point across, but at least there wasn't any mystery as to what nagging Scott might look or sound like.