The Roof, Sunday Afternoon

[icecoldfrost]

After a week spent hiding recuperating in her room, Emma was starting to go insane. There was only so much sleeping or reading she could do while staring at the same four walls, and the powers-hangover she'd had from her 'adventure' was finally starting to fade enough to make going outside seem appealing.

Pack of Gitanes in-hand, she fled to the roof. The fresh air and sunshine were exactly what she needed after so much time indoors, and a girl had to feed the nicotine addiction sometime.

[Open roof, open post, yes!]

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[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

One day, George was going to get up to the roof by the outside of the building just to make sure he was still on top of his game. That day was not today though, and he arrived by the normal method, squinting his eyes a little at the sunlight and nodding to the girl already there.

"Afternoon, lass," he said, heading over to the edge of the roof and looking out towards the town.

[icecoldfrost]

It was a very good thing Emma was impossible to sneak up on, as anyone else might have taken an unfortunate tumble off the ledge she was currently sitting on.

"Hello yourself," she answered, watching him curiously. "Looking for anything in particular?"

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

He looked over at her, quirking a grin. "I jus' like th' view from above," he admitted. "Sometimes makes it easier t'see everything."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Even spending one night in his room made Alex a little stir crazy so, given the choice between deck and roof, he went high and slipped onto the roof.

"Good to see you made it back," he said by way of greeting. Not that he doubted it since he hadn't heard anything but nice to see for himself. "And that you still like the roof."

[icecoldfrost]

"I've always been a fan of the view from the top," Emma agreed, looking out over the grounds. "Still, it feels wrong. This isn't even a proper city."

[future_sandworm]

Leto made his way to the roof in hope for some quiet time, although not of the emo variety. The sense of open space was as close as he got here to the rocks above Sietch Tabr.

Of course, he noticed immediately that he wasn't alone, and he saw no reason not to be polite.

"Good afternoon," he said, nodding to Emma.

[icecoldfrost]

"What can I say? My fondness for nicotine, heights, and good company remains undiminished, no matter where I am," Emma teased, saluting him with her cigarette. "I'm rather sure that if I hadn't made it back, I would have found someway to haunt this place out of pure spite."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Emma." Triela had decided that there were definitely some people she needed to make sure she knew better. It was a list constructed primarily from the notes her other self had made in that other Fandom.

People who had been useful there would probably be similar here.

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"Tisn't," George agreed, unable not to be amused at the double entendre but not flipping it back at her yet. "'M sure all th' Dogs down at th' Station are pleased about that though. Less work for 'em."

Sliiight note of derision there, oh yes.

[icecoldfrost]

Emo was Not Allowed on Emma's Roof. It was a waste of time and energy, and anyone silly enough to come up here and mope when the smoking club was in session would totally deserve the mocking they got.

"Afternoon," she agreed pleasantly, raising her cigarette in greeting. He looked vaguely familiar, in a 'seen him around sort of way'.

[icecoldfrost]

Emma's smile twisted in amusement. "No fondness for our dear law enforcement personnel?" she asked, sarcasm dripping from her tone. "They probably couldn't hack it in a real city, if this is where they got posted."

Emma did not have any fondness for cops as a whole, no.

[icecoldfrost]

"Triela," she drawled, giving the other girl a nod. "Don't tell me you're a member of the smokers un-anonymous club?"

Somehow, the other girl didn't strike her as a nicotine addict. Too serious.

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

Not that George ever really had a problem with inept officers, but still the thrill of beating them was that much greater when they had their heads out of their collective ass.

"I'm supposin' they're framin' it a bit more like 'wishin' t'spend time wit' their families,'" he said thoughtfully. "Ain't hackin' it's so harsh."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Your fondness means my benefit," he said, giving her a brief wave back before wandering over near the edge to peer down. "Not sure I would have wanted to haunt this place though. It'd just keep pissing me off."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela barked a quiet laugh. "No. I can't have the stuff, actually."

[future_sandworm]

"Is that tobacco?" Leto asked, gesturing towards the cigarette. Then he smiled. "And I'm sorry. I don't believe we have been introduced. I'm Leto Atreides."

[icecoldfrost]

"I'm a harsh woman," she replied with a shrug. "I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies."

"I'm Emma, by the way."

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"An' 'm George," he said, giving her a smile and coming closer to offer his hand. "Absolute honesty? D'you always tell the truth, Emma?"

[icecoldfrost]

"Allergic?" Emma asked, transferring her cigarette to her other hand to keep it farther away from Triela.

She had no patience for people who whined about the smoke and were just trying to force their own preferences on people, but she tried to be considerate of those who did have an actual reason not to be near it.

[icecoldfrost]

"I tell the truth as I see it," she answered with a smile. "It may not be what other people think is true, but that's not my problem."

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

Now he raised an eyebrow, both curious and intent. "Truth's truth."

[icecoldfrost]

"I always enjoy being a benefit to others." Liiiiiiiiiies, although she did enjoy spending time with Alex. "Doing good works, that's me."

[icecoldfrost]

"Emma Frost, at your service, and it is indeed tobacco. French variation, stronger flavor than most American types," she said, holding it out. "Would you care to try?"

[icecoldfrost]

"People lie to themselves all the time," Emma explained. "They hide all the dirty little thoughts and impulses that they don't want to admit to owning."

"They might deny it all, and even believe it, but that doesn't make it less-true."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Regular Good Samaritan," he said, digging his own pack out of his pocket. "You'll have to teach me how sometime. I'm a little rusty on my doing good skills."