Emma and Adrienne - Saturday Afternoon
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xp_logsThe Frost sisters meet in Boston and Adrienne tries to bribe Emma with footwear in hopes of gaining Emma's help with learning mental shields.
Adrienne had made an arrangement to meet her sister at Frost Enterprises. Having fled the mansion and New York for the weekend, she'd thought that being in her own house in Boston would provide her with some peace. It wasn't exactly working, so she had left Morgan on her own for the afternoon and was trying to get on with business as usual, hoping that work and other issues would take her mind off what she'd seen happen to Garrison and the others.
She was finished at her own office, and because it wasn't all that far from 64 Square to Frost Enterprises, she'd decided to forego her driver and make the trek herself, though she was now regretting that she hadn't changed out of her heels.
The psychometrist fought back the decades-old feelings of jealousy as she walked through Frost enterprises, and as she knocked on Emma's door Adrienne tried to envision the pattern Nathan had been teaching her and shield that jealousy, and her uneasiness, from the woman on the other side of the door.
"Come in, Adrienne," said Emma and couldn't help the slight tinge of amusement at the determinedly not-nervous-even-a-bit expression on Adrienne's face as she came into the room and sat down. The tinge of amusement spread deeper as Adrienne's mind pushed a telepathic screening pattern at Emma, waving it like a flag. "It's a good screen," she said, clinically. "But you don't have to throw it at me. Think camouflage netting, not fire blanket."
"According to Nathan Dayspring I'm supposed to be thinking about something having to do with a foundation of pennies," Adrienne replied with a smirk. "That's actually why I'm here, however," she admitted, hoping to forego any pleasantries they might try to force out of one another. "You know about mental shields. I need to know more. Nathan's capable, but I'd like to round out my education a little more."
"I would certainly describe Nathan as capable," observed Emma. "But not in any way subtle. Which may explain your current approach to shielding." She leaned back in her chair and contemplated her sister for a moment, weighing up the benefits of an Adrienne who could shield versus an Adrienne that she didn't have to have anything to do with. Her last meeting with Adrienne, months prior, had convinced her that her decision to cut herself off from any association with her family had been a good idea. Her sister's chaotic mental state had grated against her mind almost as much as the memories Adrienne stirred up. The woman who sat before her now, however, seemed almost a lifetime removed from Emma's memory of that meeting. To buy herself more time before making a decision, Emma said, "I presume Nathan told you that a mental shield is not perfect? If I chose to read you, even the best shield wouldn't hold me out for long."
The psychometrist gave Emma a casual nod. "He did. I may have pouted about it for a moment or two if I recall correctly, but I came to the conclusion that a shield I can use on run-of-the-mill, petty-type telepaths is still better than no shield at all. Plus it's supposed to help with controlling my own powers," she added, wrinkling her nose. "Oh! I brought you a present," she announced with a smile, pulling a shoe box out of the overnight bag she had at her feet and placing it on Emma's desk, pulling the top off to reveal a new pair of black leather Jimmy Choo heels from the autumn/winter 2008 line. "I actually swiped them from my Boston office," she corrected herself, knowing that Emma would know if she lied anyway. "They were supposed to go to a show in London tomorrow." She thought she knew a little about her sister's style, and Adrienne never guessed a shoe size wrong, so she hoped the shoes would work as a peace offering and an incentive for Emma to help her. Bribery usually worked for Adrienne.
Emma's right eyebrow rose slightly as she inspected the shoes, startled by the gesture and amused by the bribery aspect. "Do you ever wonder," she asked, "whether the shoe thing is genetic? Be a Frost: inherit enough business nous to run a multinational company, cheekbones that could cut glass, superpowers and particularly good taste in shoes?"
"I..." The fact that Emma didn't have her usual scathing remark and instead seemed almost... chummy... had caught Adrienne off guard. "...I'm not sure," she finished lamely, then recovered her senses and gave Emma a smirk. "It can't be. From what I know of Cordelia she didn't inherit the business sense or the good taste in shoes." Rather than dwelling on thoughts of the youngest sister, however, Adrienne tried to change the subject. "Speaking of business nous, how are... your companies faring after what happened in New York?" In the instant she said it, Adrienne found it surprising that she'd actually survived referring to Frost Enterprises as Emma's without leaping over the table and going for Emma's throat, but upon quick mental analysis realized that she wasn't particularly inclined to bitch about not having Frost Enterprises at the moment. She was, having just come from her own office, content for the moment with what she had. Nothing like watching four people brutally attacked and probably murdered to sort out your priorities and make you grateful for just being alive. The question had been asked out of general curiosity, not an attempt to ply her sister for information Adrienne could use to tease or accuse Emma with or feel jealousy over. This had been her first trip back to what had been her first office since sorting out her legal trouble, and sitting down at her first desk with the knowledge that the authorities were not going to take it away from her had given her a great deal of satisfaction, a feeling that still lingered even now, even here.
"Considering the damage," replied Emma, "surprisingly well." Adrienne's surprise at Emma's question about shoes had blown her shield out completely and Emma observed the sudden equanimity of Adrienne's thoughts about Frost Enterprises. She didn't pry deeper or comment on Adrienne's feelings. "I managed to pick up a few construction companies when I was acquiring not that long ago, so we could start integrating some of our electronics into the structural foundations of buildings, rather than as add-ons. Turns out Manhattan falling down is somewhat of a business opportunity. How did 64Square fare?" It seemed strange to suddenly have business affairs as neutral territory, but Emma was not going to reopen old wounds. Well, not when it wouldn't be advantageous to do so, certainly.
"I'm hoping to have the New York branch running up to full steam again by this week," Adrienne replied with a nod, drawing her lips into a thin, unhappy line. "Replacing the staff I lost through... death and long-term disibility was... unpleasant. Not a task I rushed to fulfill," she admitted, rather uncomfortably. A gloved finger traced small circles on Emma's desktop as she thought about putting her shield back up. "But it had to be done- the modeling side of things could have waited a little longer, but I had to get fashion design and the boutique rolling again. Retail therapy seems to be flourishing as a concept these days," she added with a small smirk. "Shopping as a coping mechanism. Your Snow Valley staff helped me account for some of my employees," she segued, not sure if Emma knew that Bishop had helped her. "In particular, a rather attractive black man who won't tell me exactly what he does for you." The smirk returned in full force.
"Bishop is remarkably good at what he does," replied Emma, with no intention of telling Adrienne exactly what that was. Adrienne's words helped her make her decision, however. Her sister was becoming more aware of Snow Valley and her misfiring powers meant that she could get inadvertent reads from Emma's employees, exposing them to danger. For a moment Emma weighed up erasing Adrienne's memories of her time in the Mansion or just disposing of her altogether but the thought of either filled Emma with reluctance. Adrienne was dangerous but she was also useful. "Training in shielding is almost meditative," Emma said. "If you want training, you'll have to find somewhere quiet. And not near other telepaths to start with." That was not particularly necessary but Emma did not want Adrienne deciding somewhere on the Mansion grounds was a good place to start. Not that Emma minded going to the Mansion, but she didn't want the residents associating her with Adrienne. Particularly those residents to whom discretion and subtlety were but words in a dictionary.
She'd meant it as a joke, originally. Trying to imply that there was a sexual relationship between Bishop and Emma. But Emma's tone made Adrienne think that she wasn't taking it as a joke- did she think Adrienne was trying to pry? "I'm not trying to be nosy. I know about Snow Valley, Emma," Adrienne said bluntly. "About the Trenchcoats. I read the building months ago. You don't have to be cryptic with me. It's not as if I have any intention of telling anyone your secrets. I do have some regard for my self-preservation, you know." She wasn't about to say aloud that she knew Emma could probably kill Adrienne with a single thought, but she hoped Emma knew that the psychometrist had a healthy regard for what her older sibling could do to her. "And I know about the meditating. I've been doing it every day since the Professor put a psionic circuit breaker in my head to fix my power malfunctions. I didn't start to get effective with the meditating until after the NYPD dropped their charges against me, but now it seems to be working quite well. And I always go somewhere private- I'm not about to advertise to anyone at the mansion that I have to do these sorts of things to learn control. Are you going to help me, then?"
"In what's as much a surprise to me as it undoubtedly is to you," said Emma dryly, "I actually trust your discretion. But you've been at the Mansion long enough to know that being discreet is not enough; not with the kind of enemies the X-Men attract. Snow Valley needs to remain invisible and the better your shields are, the easier that is. So, yes, I'm going to help you."
It was definitely a surprise. Adrienne wasn't entirely sure she believed Emma when Emma said she trusted Adrienne, but then again Adrienne had always had trust issues. "Well, if you wanted to find me accommodation elsewhere," Adrienne said with a shrug, "I have no problem with relocating outside the mansion. I need to be in New York to be of assistance to the NYPD and FBI, but not at the mansion specifically." Especially now. "I'm just not staying at my penthouse." It was evil there. Too many memories of Steven.
"I don't think that's necessary," replied Emma. "Just somewhere off the grounds and away from Snow Valley for us to work on your shields. We don't want the world thinking there's been a Frost family reconciliation, after all. Imagine the damage it would do to our reputation as the world's least functional family." Emma couldn't quite stop her eyebrow arching up in mockery as she made the statement.
Her own eyebrow shooting skyward, Adrienne opened her mouth to reply, but then couldn't think of anything appropriate to say. And for the sake of keeping the odd little peace they'd seemed to have constructed, she suddenly didn't want to say anything inappropriate, either. "Right," she said finally, because she couldn't sit there gaping like a fish, and closed her mouth. "Speaking of 'world's least functional family'," she admitted, though she couldn't really articulate why she was doing so. Maybe just because they seemed to be functioning like two normal siblings for the moment and she didn't want to give that moment up yet. "I have a chess set I took with me when I left Mother and Father's for Harvard that somehow ended up with my luggage at Xavier's. I suppose I was feeling particularly like depressing myself, but I read it when I first arrived. I saw the two of us playing chess as children... you were teaching me, actually. Before... everything. It was..." she trailed off. "It made me wonder if you still played; if you wanted to play some time." And because she was now feeling uncomfortable, and realizing how ridiculous she sounded, Adrienne assumed it was time for her to depart. "Never mind. This has been... not entirely unpleasant, Emma," she said with a smirk, rising from her chair, "but I should be going. I have to get back to my house or I'm likely to find my blue house guest in the middle of an orgy I wasn't invited to, which would piss me off."
Emma didn't answer the question about chess, knowing from Adrienne's flustered mental state that an answer wasn't needed yet, but there was one thing she thought needed to be said to her sister before she walked out the door. Adrienne's hand was on the door-knob when Emma asked quietly, "Did you get your medal?"
Adrienne's throat closed up and she felt a stabbing pang in her chest. "Garrison Kane gave me a St. Barbara medallion," she answered weakly, pulling the silver chain out from under her turtleneck, trying to remain lighthearted. "Patron saint of blowing things up. He said he couldn't find a medal of honour. He's..." she trailed off, struggling with composure, making sure her fledgling mental shield was in place.
They had avoided the topic so easily, the trauma that had made Adrienne flee to Boston, but Emma knew it had to come out eventually. "Don't give up hope," she said softly. "It is quite remarkably difficult to kill an X-Man." She didn't mention that she had won that particular knowledge from bitter experience, nor the less than pleasant reasoning behind why she suspected that the lost quartet were still alive. "I'm glad you got your medal, Adrienne. You deserve it."
Adrienne didn't know why she hadn't expected Emma to be compassionate, but it came as a bit of a surprise to hear her sister's comforting words. But while surprising, it was comforting. "I... I'm not an optimistic person, Emma. I don't have a lot of hope in me. But I do hope they're alright." Unwilling to fall back into memories of what she'd seen happen to Sabertooth's latest victims, she dwelled instead on Emma's last comment. "I did deserve it. Thank you. It means a lot coming from someone who does the world-saving thing on a much more frequent basis than I." Done with genuine, the smile turned into a wicked grin. "But if you're thinking about recruiting me for the Trenchcoats, you needn't bother. I'm not interested. Enjoy the shoes. I'll email about trying to arrange a time and place for a shielding lesson."
"Goodbye, Adrienne," said Emma and watched her sister walk out of the door. She waited until Adrienne was well out of earshot before adding quietly, "Recruit you for the Trenchcoats? I think my dear Peter will be suffering enough trauma on his return. I don't think I can put him through that. Though I may keep it in mind if I ever truly want to piss off Monsieur LeBeau. Which would be amusing but not yet required." Emma leaned back in her chair and then put a call through to her PA to make a space in her diary for Adrienne's first lesson.
Adrienne had made an arrangement to meet her sister at Frost Enterprises. Having fled the mansion and New York for the weekend, she'd thought that being in her own house in Boston would provide her with some peace. It wasn't exactly working, so she had left Morgan on her own for the afternoon and was trying to get on with business as usual, hoping that work and other issues would take her mind off what she'd seen happen to Garrison and the others.
She was finished at her own office, and because it wasn't all that far from 64 Square to Frost Enterprises, she'd decided to forego her driver and make the trek herself, though she was now regretting that she hadn't changed out of her heels.
The psychometrist fought back the decades-old feelings of jealousy as she walked through Frost enterprises, and as she knocked on Emma's door Adrienne tried to envision the pattern Nathan had been teaching her and shield that jealousy, and her uneasiness, from the woman on the other side of the door.
"Come in, Adrienne," said Emma and couldn't help the slight tinge of amusement at the determinedly not-nervous-even-a-bit expression on Adrienne's face as she came into the room and sat down. The tinge of amusement spread deeper as Adrienne's mind pushed a telepathic screening pattern at Emma, waving it like a flag. "It's a good screen," she said, clinically. "But you don't have to throw it at me. Think camouflage netting, not fire blanket."
"According to Nathan Dayspring I'm supposed to be thinking about something having to do with a foundation of pennies," Adrienne replied with a smirk. "That's actually why I'm here, however," she admitted, hoping to forego any pleasantries they might try to force out of one another. "You know about mental shields. I need to know more. Nathan's capable, but I'd like to round out my education a little more."
"I would certainly describe Nathan as capable," observed Emma. "But not in any way subtle. Which may explain your current approach to shielding." She leaned back in her chair and contemplated her sister for a moment, weighing up the benefits of an Adrienne who could shield versus an Adrienne that she didn't have to have anything to do with. Her last meeting with Adrienne, months prior, had convinced her that her decision to cut herself off from any association with her family had been a good idea. Her sister's chaotic mental state had grated against her mind almost as much as the memories Adrienne stirred up. The woman who sat before her now, however, seemed almost a lifetime removed from Emma's memory of that meeting. To buy herself more time before making a decision, Emma said, "I presume Nathan told you that a mental shield is not perfect? If I chose to read you, even the best shield wouldn't hold me out for long."
The psychometrist gave Emma a casual nod. "He did. I may have pouted about it for a moment or two if I recall correctly, but I came to the conclusion that a shield I can use on run-of-the-mill, petty-type telepaths is still better than no shield at all. Plus it's supposed to help with controlling my own powers," she added, wrinkling her nose. "Oh! I brought you a present," she announced with a smile, pulling a shoe box out of the overnight bag she had at her feet and placing it on Emma's desk, pulling the top off to reveal a new pair of black leather Jimmy Choo heels from the autumn/winter 2008 line. "I actually swiped them from my Boston office," she corrected herself, knowing that Emma would know if she lied anyway. "They were supposed to go to a show in London tomorrow." She thought she knew a little about her sister's style, and Adrienne never guessed a shoe size wrong, so she hoped the shoes would work as a peace offering and an incentive for Emma to help her. Bribery usually worked for Adrienne.
Emma's right eyebrow rose slightly as she inspected the shoes, startled by the gesture and amused by the bribery aspect. "Do you ever wonder," she asked, "whether the shoe thing is genetic? Be a Frost: inherit enough business nous to run a multinational company, cheekbones that could cut glass, superpowers and particularly good taste in shoes?"
"I..." The fact that Emma didn't have her usual scathing remark and instead seemed almost... chummy... had caught Adrienne off guard. "...I'm not sure," she finished lamely, then recovered her senses and gave Emma a smirk. "It can't be. From what I know of Cordelia she didn't inherit the business sense or the good taste in shoes." Rather than dwelling on thoughts of the youngest sister, however, Adrienne tried to change the subject. "Speaking of business nous, how are... your companies faring after what happened in New York?" In the instant she said it, Adrienne found it surprising that she'd actually survived referring to Frost Enterprises as Emma's without leaping over the table and going for Emma's throat, but upon quick mental analysis realized that she wasn't particularly inclined to bitch about not having Frost Enterprises at the moment. She was, having just come from her own office, content for the moment with what she had. Nothing like watching four people brutally attacked and probably murdered to sort out your priorities and make you grateful for just being alive. The question had been asked out of general curiosity, not an attempt to ply her sister for information Adrienne could use to tease or accuse Emma with or feel jealousy over. This had been her first trip back to what had been her first office since sorting out her legal trouble, and sitting down at her first desk with the knowledge that the authorities were not going to take it away from her had given her a great deal of satisfaction, a feeling that still lingered even now, even here.
"Considering the damage," replied Emma, "surprisingly well." Adrienne's surprise at Emma's question about shoes had blown her shield out completely and Emma observed the sudden equanimity of Adrienne's thoughts about Frost Enterprises. She didn't pry deeper or comment on Adrienne's feelings. "I managed to pick up a few construction companies when I was acquiring not that long ago, so we could start integrating some of our electronics into the structural foundations of buildings, rather than as add-ons. Turns out Manhattan falling down is somewhat of a business opportunity. How did 64Square fare?" It seemed strange to suddenly have business affairs as neutral territory, but Emma was not going to reopen old wounds. Well, not when it wouldn't be advantageous to do so, certainly.
"I'm hoping to have the New York branch running up to full steam again by this week," Adrienne replied with a nod, drawing her lips into a thin, unhappy line. "Replacing the staff I lost through... death and long-term disibility was... unpleasant. Not a task I rushed to fulfill," she admitted, rather uncomfortably. A gloved finger traced small circles on Emma's desktop as she thought about putting her shield back up. "But it had to be done- the modeling side of things could have waited a little longer, but I had to get fashion design and the boutique rolling again. Retail therapy seems to be flourishing as a concept these days," she added with a small smirk. "Shopping as a coping mechanism. Your Snow Valley staff helped me account for some of my employees," she segued, not sure if Emma knew that Bishop had helped her. "In particular, a rather attractive black man who won't tell me exactly what he does for you." The smirk returned in full force.
"Bishop is remarkably good at what he does," replied Emma, with no intention of telling Adrienne exactly what that was. Adrienne's words helped her make her decision, however. Her sister was becoming more aware of Snow Valley and her misfiring powers meant that she could get inadvertent reads from Emma's employees, exposing them to danger. For a moment Emma weighed up erasing Adrienne's memories of her time in the Mansion or just disposing of her altogether but the thought of either filled Emma with reluctance. Adrienne was dangerous but she was also useful. "Training in shielding is almost meditative," Emma said. "If you want training, you'll have to find somewhere quiet. And not near other telepaths to start with." That was not particularly necessary but Emma did not want Adrienne deciding somewhere on the Mansion grounds was a good place to start. Not that Emma minded going to the Mansion, but she didn't want the residents associating her with Adrienne. Particularly those residents to whom discretion and subtlety were but words in a dictionary.
She'd meant it as a joke, originally. Trying to imply that there was a sexual relationship between Bishop and Emma. But Emma's tone made Adrienne think that she wasn't taking it as a joke- did she think Adrienne was trying to pry? "I'm not trying to be nosy. I know about Snow Valley, Emma," Adrienne said bluntly. "About the Trenchcoats. I read the building months ago. You don't have to be cryptic with me. It's not as if I have any intention of telling anyone your secrets. I do have some regard for my self-preservation, you know." She wasn't about to say aloud that she knew Emma could probably kill Adrienne with a single thought, but she hoped Emma knew that the psychometrist had a healthy regard for what her older sibling could do to her. "And I know about the meditating. I've been doing it every day since the Professor put a psionic circuit breaker in my head to fix my power malfunctions. I didn't start to get effective with the meditating until after the NYPD dropped their charges against me, but now it seems to be working quite well. And I always go somewhere private- I'm not about to advertise to anyone at the mansion that I have to do these sorts of things to learn control. Are you going to help me, then?"
"In what's as much a surprise to me as it undoubtedly is to you," said Emma dryly, "I actually trust your discretion. But you've been at the Mansion long enough to know that being discreet is not enough; not with the kind of enemies the X-Men attract. Snow Valley needs to remain invisible and the better your shields are, the easier that is. So, yes, I'm going to help you."
It was definitely a surprise. Adrienne wasn't entirely sure she believed Emma when Emma said she trusted Adrienne, but then again Adrienne had always had trust issues. "Well, if you wanted to find me accommodation elsewhere," Adrienne said with a shrug, "I have no problem with relocating outside the mansion. I need to be in New York to be of assistance to the NYPD and FBI, but not at the mansion specifically." Especially now. "I'm just not staying at my penthouse." It was evil there. Too many memories of Steven.
"I don't think that's necessary," replied Emma. "Just somewhere off the grounds and away from Snow Valley for us to work on your shields. We don't want the world thinking there's been a Frost family reconciliation, after all. Imagine the damage it would do to our reputation as the world's least functional family." Emma couldn't quite stop her eyebrow arching up in mockery as she made the statement.
Her own eyebrow shooting skyward, Adrienne opened her mouth to reply, but then couldn't think of anything appropriate to say. And for the sake of keeping the odd little peace they'd seemed to have constructed, she suddenly didn't want to say anything inappropriate, either. "Right," she said finally, because she couldn't sit there gaping like a fish, and closed her mouth. "Speaking of 'world's least functional family'," she admitted, though she couldn't really articulate why she was doing so. Maybe just because they seemed to be functioning like two normal siblings for the moment and she didn't want to give that moment up yet. "I have a chess set I took with me when I left Mother and Father's for Harvard that somehow ended up with my luggage at Xavier's. I suppose I was feeling particularly like depressing myself, but I read it when I first arrived. I saw the two of us playing chess as children... you were teaching me, actually. Before... everything. It was..." she trailed off. "It made me wonder if you still played; if you wanted to play some time." And because she was now feeling uncomfortable, and realizing how ridiculous she sounded, Adrienne assumed it was time for her to depart. "Never mind. This has been... not entirely unpleasant, Emma," she said with a smirk, rising from her chair, "but I should be going. I have to get back to my house or I'm likely to find my blue house guest in the middle of an orgy I wasn't invited to, which would piss me off."
Emma didn't answer the question about chess, knowing from Adrienne's flustered mental state that an answer wasn't needed yet, but there was one thing she thought needed to be said to her sister before she walked out the door. Adrienne's hand was on the door-knob when Emma asked quietly, "Did you get your medal?"
Adrienne's throat closed up and she felt a stabbing pang in her chest. "Garrison Kane gave me a St. Barbara medallion," she answered weakly, pulling the silver chain out from under her turtleneck, trying to remain lighthearted. "Patron saint of blowing things up. He said he couldn't find a medal of honour. He's..." she trailed off, struggling with composure, making sure her fledgling mental shield was in place.
They had avoided the topic so easily, the trauma that had made Adrienne flee to Boston, but Emma knew it had to come out eventually. "Don't give up hope," she said softly. "It is quite remarkably difficult to kill an X-Man." She didn't mention that she had won that particular knowledge from bitter experience, nor the less than pleasant reasoning behind why she suspected that the lost quartet were still alive. "I'm glad you got your medal, Adrienne. You deserve it."
Adrienne didn't know why she hadn't expected Emma to be compassionate, but it came as a bit of a surprise to hear her sister's comforting words. But while surprising, it was comforting. "I... I'm not an optimistic person, Emma. I don't have a lot of hope in me. But I do hope they're alright." Unwilling to fall back into memories of what she'd seen happen to Sabertooth's latest victims, she dwelled instead on Emma's last comment. "I did deserve it. Thank you. It means a lot coming from someone who does the world-saving thing on a much more frequent basis than I." Done with genuine, the smile turned into a wicked grin. "But if you're thinking about recruiting me for the Trenchcoats, you needn't bother. I'm not interested. Enjoy the shoes. I'll email about trying to arrange a time and place for a shielding lesson."
"Goodbye, Adrienne," said Emma and watched her sister walk out of the door. She waited until Adrienne was well out of earshot before adding quietly, "Recruit you for the Trenchcoats? I think my dear Peter will be suffering enough trauma on his return. I don't think I can put him through that. Though I may keep it in mind if I ever truly want to piss off Monsieur LeBeau. Which would be amusing but not yet required." Emma leaned back in her chair and then put a call through to her PA to make a space in her diary for Adrienne's first lesson.
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