Emma and Adrienne - Thursday Morning
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xp_logsAfter reading Jean's email about Garrison, Adrienne goes to Emma to ask for help for him.
Not having classes to teach until later in the afternoon, Adrienne was putting a shift in at eVolution when she received Jean's email about what was happening with Garrison and how she and Haller were going to try and help him. After a quick word with the other shop clerk, she hurried out to her bike and headed to her sister's New York office. She supposed she should have called, but the ride allowed her time to get a rein on what she was feeling and thinking.
Emma's fleet of assistants assured the younger Frost that Emma was quite unavailable without an appointment, and it took an iron will for Adrienne to keep from raising her voice at them, or throttling them. Instead, she dropped all of the mental shielding that she'd been using to contain her feelings about Garrison being in a coma from some crazyass magical poisoning, probably dying, with a possible telepathic fix, and leaned against one of the assistant's desks with her arms crossed over her chest, hands balled into fists to keep them from shaking uncontrollably as she waited.
Emma tended to shield heavily when she was working in her office at Frost Enterprises. Good as her closest staff were at maintaining their own shields and not disturbing her, there were enough random passers-by and visitors to keep brushing against her mind with their random, and mostly very loud, thoughts. But there were certain people who she was attuned to; not actively monitoring their thoughts, but allowing them to intrude when all other minds were barred.
Adrienne's thoughts, their turmoil, was thus like a knocking inside Emma's brain. It took only a few curt moments for Emma to finalise her meeting with her CIO and thus clear out the next quarter hour in her diary. With a gentle tap of her mind against Sandrine's, Emma informed her EA that her sister was to be sent into her office without delay. The few moments it would take for Adrienne to come in, Emma occupied with finding a tissue box and placing it unobtrusively but prominently on her desk. She wasn't certain Adrienne would cry while talking to her but, judging by the roil that was her sister's emotions, it wasn't impossible.
"Thanks," Adrienne said to Emma with a grateful smile as she was allowed access to the office, trying to rein her emotions back in and reestablish her shields. "So, yeah." Crap, now she didn't really know how to follow up what she'd just sent mentally at Emma. Talking to telepaths- especially trying to ask them for favours- was a bit tricky, she realized. At least, it was for Adrienne. "I don't really know what the hell's going on... I mean I don't really understand what chaos energy is or how it can shatter a mindscape, but it looks like they think there might be something that can be done for him telepathically?"
"It seems... complex," replied Emma, with a certain dry irony. Adrienne's grasp of what had happened to Garrison was tenuous, to say the least, and her information dump into Emma's mind hadn't contained huge amounts of actual information. Something about a curse, an emptying out of his brain, a coma and the requirement for what would seem to be delicate and extensive telepathic surgery. And that Xavier was not able to be part of that surgery; something arcane about chaos magic, a subject Emma tended to leave to those who were experts in it. "Do you think my assistance would be welcomed?" It was always possible, Emma supposed, that they may have suddenly decided to take her warnings not to trust her seriously.
"Well, I would welcome your assistance," Adrienne answered, struggling to keep her voice level as she wrung her hands together unconsciously. She nearly added an 'and everyone else can go fuck themselves if they don't welcome it,' but didn't voice the petulant comment, even though she knew Emma could read the thought. "And Jean's a doctor, I'm sure she'd welcome anything that can save her patient," she said instead. "Please, Emma? Can you do this for me?"
Emma smiled at her sister reassuringly. "No," she said gently. "But I can do it for Garrison Kane."
Adrienne nodded gratefully. "I'd hug you, but then I'd be worried that people would see, and I don't want you to have to kill any of your employees."
"I'm rather fond of these ones, yes," replied Emma. "And the paperwork for industrial accidents is appalling. Dinner soon? Once I've helped piece your ex back together?"
With a watery chuckle, Adrienne nodded again. "I'd like that. And if you can piece him back together, dinner's on me."
Not having classes to teach until later in the afternoon, Adrienne was putting a shift in at eVolution when she received Jean's email about what was happening with Garrison and how she and Haller were going to try and help him. After a quick word with the other shop clerk, she hurried out to her bike and headed to her sister's New York office. She supposed she should have called, but the ride allowed her time to get a rein on what she was feeling and thinking.
Emma's fleet of assistants assured the younger Frost that Emma was quite unavailable without an appointment, and it took an iron will for Adrienne to keep from raising her voice at them, or throttling them. Instead, she dropped all of the mental shielding that she'd been using to contain her feelings about Garrison being in a coma from some crazyass magical poisoning, probably dying, with a possible telepathic fix, and leaned against one of the assistant's desks with her arms crossed over her chest, hands balled into fists to keep them from shaking uncontrollably as she waited.
Emma tended to shield heavily when she was working in her office at Frost Enterprises. Good as her closest staff were at maintaining their own shields and not disturbing her, there were enough random passers-by and visitors to keep brushing against her mind with their random, and mostly very loud, thoughts. But there were certain people who she was attuned to; not actively monitoring their thoughts, but allowing them to intrude when all other minds were barred.
Adrienne's thoughts, their turmoil, was thus like a knocking inside Emma's brain. It took only a few curt moments for Emma to finalise her meeting with her CIO and thus clear out the next quarter hour in her diary. With a gentle tap of her mind against Sandrine's, Emma informed her EA that her sister was to be sent into her office without delay. The few moments it would take for Adrienne to come in, Emma occupied with finding a tissue box and placing it unobtrusively but prominently on her desk. She wasn't certain Adrienne would cry while talking to her but, judging by the roil that was her sister's emotions, it wasn't impossible.
"Thanks," Adrienne said to Emma with a grateful smile as she was allowed access to the office, trying to rein her emotions back in and reestablish her shields. "So, yeah." Crap, now she didn't really know how to follow up what she'd just sent mentally at Emma. Talking to telepaths- especially trying to ask them for favours- was a bit tricky, she realized. At least, it was for Adrienne. "I don't really know what the hell's going on... I mean I don't really understand what chaos energy is or how it can shatter a mindscape, but it looks like they think there might be something that can be done for him telepathically?"
"It seems... complex," replied Emma, with a certain dry irony. Adrienne's grasp of what had happened to Garrison was tenuous, to say the least, and her information dump into Emma's mind hadn't contained huge amounts of actual information. Something about a curse, an emptying out of his brain, a coma and the requirement for what would seem to be delicate and extensive telepathic surgery. And that Xavier was not able to be part of that surgery; something arcane about chaos magic, a subject Emma tended to leave to those who were experts in it. "Do you think my assistance would be welcomed?" It was always possible, Emma supposed, that they may have suddenly decided to take her warnings not to trust her seriously.
"Well, I would welcome your assistance," Adrienne answered, struggling to keep her voice level as she wrung her hands together unconsciously. She nearly added an 'and everyone else can go fuck themselves if they don't welcome it,' but didn't voice the petulant comment, even though she knew Emma could read the thought. "And Jean's a doctor, I'm sure she'd welcome anything that can save her patient," she said instead. "Please, Emma? Can you do this for me?"
Emma smiled at her sister reassuringly. "No," she said gently. "But I can do it for Garrison Kane."
Adrienne nodded gratefully. "I'd hug you, but then I'd be worried that people would see, and I don't want you to have to kill any of your employees."
"I'm rather fond of these ones, yes," replied Emma. "And the paperwork for industrial accidents is appalling. Dinner soon? Once I've helped piece your ex back together?"
With a watery chuckle, Adrienne nodded again. "I'd like that. And if you can piece him back together, dinner's on me."
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