The ground floor had been arranged for the party. The colour scheme was, of course, black and white. It couldn't be anything else really. To go with the theme the food and drinks had something of the same colours - black pasta, white wine, licorice, white chocolate, black drinks, white drinks and various white and black foods.

Emma had made checkered muffins. They might be safe for eating.

Music was playing in one area for the people who wanted to dance, and sofas and chairs had been set up for those who wanted to lounge.

Emma had dressed up in a white dress that covered more of her than her usual outfits and her hair was tied up. She regarded it all and saw it it was good. People could arrive whenever they wanted.


ooc: Wait for OCD! OCD is up! Come party!

Tomorrow and Thursday I'm going to be visiting my sister, who is 'net-less. I'll be back again at some point on Friday. *hopes net will work on Friday*

I'm moving back to the flat next Friday, which shall be a joyous occasion filled with joy and happy things and intarwebs that don't randomly crap out!

...It'll also be filled with washing up, but am looking on bright side.

Emma had invited Gabriel, Aly and Constable Fraser for dinner. This did not mean that she would cook the dinner, as that would probably make people run screaming, and that was just not good for her hostess rep.

So she'd ordered a meal from Ching Tai. At some point she really had to check if Cafe Fina did takeaway, but for now, Chinese food and drinks. She finished setting the table, and went to throw out the takeaway boxes.


ooc: for those invited, and the housemate if he has a chinese food craving. And there is no OCD! None!

My access is currently dependent on the whims of the Goddess of Internets it seems. Apologizing in advance for any dropped threads that might happen as a result. Or already have. Sigh.

Soon there be uni tiem, yes, and my world will be high speed and not randomly disappeary again.

When the evening came, Emma surveyed her queendom and thought it was good. The food had arrived from Ching Tai, her muffins were done and decorated and might even be edible this time around, and the bar was fully stocked - Both with alcohol and weetiny umbrellas.

All that was needed now were the guests.

Emma smoothed down her dress and went to make herself a Cosmo while waiting.


(ooc: All teachers and townies invited! Wait for OCD is up!)

After a short talk with Ares, Emma made a recording of an invite for a party tomorrow and set her computer to call everyone tagged with Fandom in her Address Book and leave the message. The party would be to welcome the new teachers to town (and possibly traumatize them with stories of their new students), and because Emma really wanted a party, damnit.

She was sitting in the kitchen, leaned back in a chair and reading menus from every take out place in town to try and decide what to serve when Steve called her back.

ooc: Establishy! But you can use this post to RSVP if you want.

( Addresses and numbers )

Scott Summers
Hank McCoy
Xavier's
Sebastian Shaw
Jubilation Lee
Monet St. Croix
Paige Guthrie
Jono Starsmore
Celeste Cuckoo
Mindee Cuckoo
Phoebe Cuckoo

Emma came home from a very confusing lunch to find her voicemail blinking.

There was one from Fraser! Which she returned after a moments thought. She wasn't sure who Roy Mustang was, but dinner sounded nice. So she called to say so. When she got to the next message, she laughed for five minutes straight and saved the message. Best news ever! She hoped it was true.

She had no idea who the following message was from, so she had to call back to find out.

I take the easy way out and link to the fhwiki entries.

Buffy Summers. Cliffnotes: She's tiny, enthusiastic about cheerleading and sharp weaponry, doesn't yet know Angel or much of her future (except that at some point she'll get a sister - she thinks Dawn is adopted) and is spending the second summer term in Sunnydale which she'll be seeing for the first time.

She is from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Guess which one she is.

Important note for cabin-mates: She's bringing Berthold with her, but he'll mostly stay under her bed so they needn't even know he's there unless they want to.

Emma Frost. Cliffnotes: She wears white, it's probably skimpy and shows off her boobs, she's very much in love with Scott Summers, but that doesn't keep her from flirting and she's a telepathic living diamond.

She is from the world of the X-Men.

Sabriel. Cliffnotes: She's just arrived! She's a reverse Necromancer; she puts dead things back to death instead of bringing them back. She's determined, unused to being around boys and responsible. She's also kind of impatient and doesn't like it when people pretend to be something they're not. She is a magic user.

She is from the Abhorsen trilogy, which you should so read.

Questions? Comments? Coffee?

After having put up the grades Emma was cleaning out her office for the summer vacation, since she'd always want to be just like other teachers and have one. She wouldn't miss any of the students. At all. Which was why she was carefully putting the photos from the home ec final into her purse.

The door is open.

Students
Alec - A
Pam Beesly - B
John Crichton - A
Demyx - B+
Peter Griffin - B
Jim Halpert - A
Annette Hargrove - A+
Jamie Madrox - B+
Cameron Mitchell - B+
Peter Pevensie - A
Setsuna Sakurazaki - A+
Stark - B
Dawn Summers - A
Aeryn Sun - A
River Tam - A
Layla Williams - A
Dean Winchester - A+

Not completed
TA: Tyler Durden
John Dorian
Number 6
Maia Rutledge

ooc: let me know if you think your character should get a different grade! And she secretly wants to give Jamie an A for Annoying. ;)

Emma was in the kitchen happily making herself breakfast - a fruit salad and a cup of tea - and having quite a good morning altogether. She even had the Daily Bugle to read. This was going to be a good day, she could tell.

ooc:open!

For the first time in a couple of weeks, Emma remembered about office hours and her minions. She grabbed a bunch of interior decorating magazines, brewed herself a cup of tea and settled in behind her desk with both.

ooc: open!

( Emma dreams )

Emma jerked awake. "What? What?" Oh. Doorbell. She got up and pulled on a robe before going downstairs to answer the door. Outside a big ceramic thing stood holding a package.

"Delivery For Emma Frost," it rumbled at her. "Sign Here, Please."

Slightly confused, Emma signed the proffered piece of paper and received the brightly coloured box.

The ceramic postman looked at her and said, solemnly, "Have A Good Day."

"Likewise," Emma said politely and closed the door.

The box contained five Hawaiian t-shirts, a bright green neon handbag, post-its in a variety of colours and a tin of tea. Emma stared, baffled. After some searching, she finally located a note inside the handbag.




ooc: Gladys modded with permission!

Emma settled down behind her desk with a copy of Wall Street Journal and a cup of coffee. Today's outfit was a blouse and hotpants combined with very high boots. Shockingly, it was all in white.

ooc: Open, especially for people who need mentoring. *coughs*

Emma knew it had been raining for a while and that the water levels had been going up, but she still hadn't expected to walked down the stairs and half way down step into water. "What the hell?" she exclaimed staring down at her wet slippers.

She poked her head down and stared at the living room. A pillow floated merrily by. A crab was sitting on it. "What the hell?" Emma repeated.

The crab waved a claw at her.

Emma glared. She was hungry, and now her feet were wet, and her carpet was probably completely destroyed. She disapproved of this state of affairs.

Thankfully, Emma didn't arrive at the school until noon. Which meant that most of the changed students had already woken up, and she wasn't stuck with high pitched shrieks in her head.

Instead she was sitting behind her desk with a long white scarf wrapped around her neck, downing cup upon cup of hot tea, and having no idea anything was wrong.


ooc: open!

Emma didn't expect mail on Sundays. She did however expect mail the rest of the week, and there hadn't been anything. Not a bill, not a newspaper, not her new Victoria's Secret catalogue and not a letter from Scott begging her to come back. Emma did not approve. She wanted her mail, and she wanted it now. She hmphed, stared out of her window and wondered who she could complain to about this.


establishy, but open if you want.

Emma started drinking when she heard Jamie's morning announcement. Jamie as principal was high up on her list of nightmare inducing senarios. The fact that this was real just added to the nightmare factor.


ooc: open for mentored students and any others!