The Deck -- Late Saturday Morning

[icecoldfrost]

If you listened to radio, there were apparently certain... rumors going around that one Emma Grace Frost was 'Difficult.'

Which in no way, shape, or form, had influenced herself to throw on a white bikini and go lay out on the deck today. While diamond. Far be it from Emma to be that spiteful.

She was simply trying to relax enough to change back. Really. Seeing how many rainbows she could cause or freaking out her fellow classmates was simply a side-bonus.

[OOC: Open deck, open post! I'm at woooooooork and should be amused.]

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex might have stoked those rumors of being difficult. He didn't much care, she was difficult. And he wasn't going to be freaked out either by what she looked like right now.

For one, he was still kinda drunk from last night, for two, he'd taken his good painkillers to deal with still being stuck in a sling and for three, he didn't freak out.

"If the sun catches you just right, you might blind someone," he said, wandering closer to her.

[icecoldfrost]

"Are you saying that my beauty isn't blinding on a regular basis?" she drawled, lowering her sunglasses just enough to regard him over the frames. "For shame, Alex. I think my feelings might be hurt."

No they weren't.

[intraspective]

Emma would surely not mind a Very Curious Puppy, who was ordinarily Zack, bouncing up on the deck in a scrabble of mostly uncoordinated paws, as Ino followed behind him, smiling slightly when the puppy glanced back to make sure she was there.

She tilted her head at Emma, offering her a smile, as the puppy wandered over to say hi, his tail wagging. The sparkling was fairly new, Ino was pretty sure.

//Newer and more fabulous than ever before?// she asked, figuring that with Emma, at least, being non-vocal--though she'd been talking to Zack-the-Puppy vocally for the last day and a bit--would require no explanation.

Alas, Ino. Alas.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Nah, your regular beauty isn't blinding at all," he said, wandering closer. "It's just normal. Nothing special about it."

[icecoldfrost]

"When did you get a dog?" Emma asked, holding her mystery paperback up away from any potential puppy-slobber. "Or is this one of our classmates?"

[intraspective]

Ino blinked.

//It's Zack,// she replied, a bit weirded out that Emma hadn't responded to what she'd said, even in part.

She neatly curled herself up in another lounge chair and was not particularly surprised when Zack bounced over to flop down on her in short order. He'd been doing that a lot. The flopping on.

Ino ruffled his fur. //What happened to you?//

[icecoldfrost]

"I would say 'bite me,' but I'm fairly sure you'd try, and then break your jaw," Emma replied. "Then you'd try to blame me, and I'd just laugh."

[icecoldfrost]

"Cat got your tongue?" she asked acidly, raising an eyebrow at the doggie bouncing and flopping. It was like it was made out of rubber. Hyperactive sugar rubber. "Is that thing even house-broken?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex scoffed and took a seat, carefully situation his arm against his body so he wouldn't fuck it up even more than it was.

"I only bite people when I know it's going to be fun," he argued, shaking his head, "and I'm not stupid enough to bite someone who's made of tin. I'm not a goat but I do appreciate how much you want your mouth on me."

[intraspective]

Ino eyed Emma dubiously. She had been speaking and it was like Emma wasn't hearing her.

Which was--weird. While Emma was contentious: case in point, insulting poor Zack (who didn't look very insulted, it had to be admitted), Ino had never had her pretend she couldn't hear telepathy in order to make someone speak.

Which left her with... what? The puppy who decided now would be an excellent time to lick her chin was utterly no use, even though it did make Ino smile. Clearly, further telepathy was out of the question--at least if she wanted to avoid having Emma in a thoroughly bad mood at her--and Ino highly doubted that Emma would go for texts or anything like that. Charades?

Or she could speak. Ino grimaced slightly. It would be the easiest route, but she wasn't really in the mood. Even if, looking at the puppy who was making his home on her lap, she knew it'd make Zack happy if she did as well.

"It's Zack," she replied, her voice quiet. "And you can't hear me?"

The important questions. Maybe if she was direct she could go back to being silent sooner.

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

When Sookie felt low, she tended to go out and tan. So -- since last night (and the week before, of course) had been...well, awful -- here she was, wandering outside in her own bikini with a towel and some tanning lotion.

"I'm not sure you're really gonna tan like that, hon," she ventured softly when she found Emma.

[icecoldfrost]

"In your dreams," she scoffed. "I know you're delusional, darling, but really. I am hardly made of tin, for starters."

[icecoldfrost]

"You haven't said anything until just now," Emma replied, returning dubious look for dubious look. "Are you feeling quite well?"

[icecoldfrost]

"Hope springs eternal," Emma pointed out, wriggling her fingers at Sookie in greeting. "And at least I don't need to worry about burning."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Aluminum?" he tried, smirking at her now. "Metal? Steel? Can I put you on top of my Christmas tree?"

[intraspective]

"I was," she replied, ignoring the comment about how she was feeling. "Telepathy. You can't hear that?"

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

"This on purpose?" Sookie asked, gesturing to Emma in a very general sort of way as she laid down her towel. "Or did you get stuck again while I was in Dallas?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Haven't seen you on the roof lately," Alex said, tilting his head at Ino and her canine companion.

[icecoldfrost]

"You're an obsessed pervert, Alex. I am not going to be on top of your Christmas tree, now or ever," she laughed, smirking right back.

[icecoldfrost]

"Not a peep, darling," Emma admitted, her hair chiming softly as she shifted position in her chair. "I'm more head-blind than a rock when I'm like this. Literally."

"It's mildly vexing."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"How in the fuck did you make that dirty?" Alex asked, raising an eyebrow. "You that sexually frustrated?"

[intraspective]

She glanced at him, as Zack wagged his tail enthusiastically. It was interesting that he'd noticed.

//Been busy,// Ino replied, then took a breath and made herself continue vocally. She didn't want to and she didn't like it, but between the way it made Zack, even as a puppy, happy and how she was relatively sure Emma would scathe at her... okay. She could try. "Ain't like I live on the roof, you know?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I didn't think you did. I haven't seen any tents up there lately," he said, adjusting first to the voice in his head and then her regular voice. Whiplash. "I think everyone's been busy. He a pet or an unfortunate furry student?"

[intraspective]

That was weird.

"Odd," Ino answered, toying with Zack's fur absently. Odd and annoying even if she... should probably be talking. If nothing else, the way it made Zack happy was worth it, now. "Are you like that--forever? Traded one power for another?"

[intraspective]

It was whiplashy for her as well.

Ino wrinkled her nose at him as Zack licked her chin again. "I know," she muttered to Zack. "Quit fussing."

"It's Zack," Ino replied. "Tall, dark, giant-ass sword bearer."

Also: boyfriend.