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Post by havok on Jul 24, 2005 12:18:46 GMT -5
White Queen
Emma received the key card from the receptionist and walked to her suite. It wasn't the largest room but as long as she had space to spread all her materials out, she was fine with that. Opening the door, Emma smiled. It was perfect.
The bell hop behind her brought her belongings in and after a stern warning from Emma, he was extra gentle with the concealed packages. She didn't want anything happening to the information or technology that Forge had bestowed upon her before leaving New York.
Tipping the boy, she closed the door and set to work setting up her own personal work station. Some time later, she had her laptop complete with the chip that Forge had given her, hooked up and her other “party favors” laid out on the bed. Emma took a glass of wine and sat down, preparing to fully invade any personal files she could get her hands on in Congress.
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Post by havok on Jul 24, 2005 12:20:07 GMT -5
White Queen
Emma didn't know how long she had been sitting there in front of the computer. Dinner had been served and cleared by the hotel staff and the sun had set outside. Her research was slow but that was to expected considering the amount of barriers she had to break down. However, Kerian did his work perfectly, as always, and had given Emma everything she needed.
<Emma Frost, I see you accepted my invitation, will you be joining me in the hearing?> came the masculine voice in her head.
Emma had to hold back a chuckle. Xavier sounded more stressed then usual and that was saying a lot. They rarely saw eye to eye on anything but this affected them all. The situation was severe indeed when the great and noble Charles Xavier invited Emma Frost anywhere.
< Ah, I was wondering when you would come knocking, Charles. Yes, I accepted your “invitation” and I am looking forward to the hearing tomorrow morning. I take it you and your X-Men will be speaking? >
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Post by havok on Jul 24, 2005 12:21:45 GMT -5
White Queen
<Yes if the house allows us to do so, if not then we will be represented by another.>
<Represented by another? Now, Charles, why would you let them turn you away? Who better to represent our cause then the very mutants they are trying to incarcerate?> she countered. Indeed, why allow someone who was not a mutant to try and speak on their behalf. It was ludicrous at best.
<Emma I hope you wish to settle this as peacefully as I do. This must be handled with the utmost of care! You must also be aware that it is highly likely, that the Brotherhood will become involved in this.>
Sending a “tsking” sound through their connection, Emma replied, <Charles, I am here alone unlike yourself who has his precious students as back up. Why would I do something so foolish as to handle this in any manner but peacefully? As for the Brotherhood, they could complicate things but as long as we succeed in our mission, they will have no reason to retaliate, will they? Failure is not an option, Charles.>
Suddenly, his mind connected to hers sent a wave of very real fear. Not able to “see” what was happening, it only lasted a few seconds before she heard, <Emma...>
Allowing concern to enter her voice, Emma said, <Charles? Are you all right? Do you require assistance?> If something had attacked already, Emma would have to be prepared.
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Post by havok on Jul 24, 2005 12:35:30 GMT -5
White Queen
The psychic connection had been cut off too abruptly for Emma's peace of mind. Something was wrong with Charles and she could only assume it was an attack of some kind. She had no idea what room he was in so she sat down in her chair and made herself comfortable. Closing her eyes, she allowed her mind to travel through the hotel, skipping through the thoughts of visitors and employees alike until she found one that would be useful to her.
Locking onto the man's psyche, Emma plunged herself into his mind and abruptly took over. She didn't have time to be too gentle and when she was done, he was going to have a major headache. Now in possession of what the man was doing and seeing, she “suggested” that he turn to the computer and look up the room number of Xavier, Charles. Finally, the name was found and a number flashed on the screen.
Commanding her “assistant” to create a new key card for the door, the man did just that then walked away from the desk. The ride in the elevator was painful for Emma simply because the elevator attendant wanted to converse with the man. She had him just shake his head a few times, knowing her hold would be lost if she tried to make him talk. Finally exiting the elevator and walking to her door, she had him slide the new key card under her door. Lastly, she made him walk over to a chair that was sitting against the wall in the hallway and made him sit down.
Releasing her hold on him, Emma was mentally exhausted. She didn't do that trick very often and now she remembered why. Sitting back in her own chair for several minutes, she knew she was losing what could be precious time. Pushing past the slight headache that was beginning to take hold, she stood up and grabbed the key card from the floor and exited her room.
((Continued in the Penthouse))
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Post by emmafrost on Aug 7, 2005 14:58:07 GMT -5
Emma walked into her room and immediately began to shed her clothes. Hanging the jacket, skirt and blouse up in the closet, she took off the rest of the undergarments and walked into her bathroom. A quick shower later, Emma pulled out the silk and lace white gown that she was going to wear to bed and sat down once more in front of her computer.
Going through the information contained on there one last time, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. It was early morning and she only had a few hours to sleep before the fun began. She once again had to wonder why Charles had called her there. Granted, he probably assumed she would have arrived whether or not he had summoned her and he would have been right. Could he just be wanting to keep his "enemies" close at hand? The fact that only Scott and Jean were present was also interesting. Something this huge would normally require more X-Men.
Slightly reaching out her mind to his, she subtly asked, <What game are you playing, Charles? What are you hoping to gain from this?>
Opening her eyes, she stood and walked to the large bed, pulling the covers back. The answers would have to wait. Right now, her very human body required sleep.
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Post by emmafrost on Aug 10, 2005 22:25:58 GMT -5
Just a few hours after she went to sleep, or what was supposed to pass as sleep, Emma's alarm went off. Grumbling but knowing she had to move, she rolled over and pulled the covers back. Coming to her feet, she walked into the bathroom for a quick shower.
Twenty minutes and room service later, thanks to a telepathic suggestion, Emma was getting dressed. Stopping to take a sip of juice, she mentally reached out to Charles, still amazed that he would allow her through his shields, and said, <Good morning, Charles. I hope you slept well. When should we meet?>
While she waited for a reply, Emma finished buttoning up her blouse and slipped into her skirt. Her usual white attire, accented by just a hint of sea green in her blouse, Emma would make sure to dazzle them at the hearing with or without Charles' help.
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Post by emmafrost on Sept 9, 2005 7:59:12 GMT -5
Almost immediately, she received her reply, <Good Morning Emma. I trust that you are well this morning? My limo will meet you at the lobby entrance in one hour, unless you have more pressing matters?>
Emma smirked although he couldn't see it and replied in a soft, silky “voice”, <I am very well this morning, Charles. I'm ready for whatever this hearing may throw at us. Are you? As for my more pressing matters, unfortunately, I have none. You have my undivided attention, Darling. I'll see you in one hour.>
Slipping on a pair of white high heels, Emma walked over to the full length mirror that resided in the room and looked over her outfit. Even without her telepathy, she would make a stunning vision amongst the bureaucrats at the hearing. Her short white skirt came to halfway between her waist and knees, showing off long, slender creamy legs that were flawless. Her sea green blouse was low cut and showed off a perfect chest and her white suit jacket was short cut, coming only to her waist and buttoned in the front. Emma's hair was combed perfectly straight, not a strand out of place and it flowed down to her shoulder blades. Just a hint of mascara to make her eyelashes just a touch darker and a pink lip gloss was all the makeup she wore.
Drinking the last of her juice and finishing off her light breakfast, Emma pushed the tray out to the hallway and walked to the desk, packing her briefcase. Forge's little presents would certainly come in handy and she placed the devices that were to go on her body where they belonged, including the diamond earrings and the rest went in the case. Her laptop completed the bag and she was packed to go. Taking her long, white fur coat out of her closet, she carried the briefcase in one hand and her coat in her other one as she left her room and made her way to the lobby.
((Continued in Hotel: Regency First Floor))
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