emma woodhouse. #miracleworker (emmaapproved) wrote in blackpoint, @ 2013-12-08 22:05:00 |
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There was certainly something to be said about a lux Hawaiian hotel room, to be sure. Emma tended to be a bit of a homebody, and she vastly preferred her own space. In their home (though technically, home had come to be their first Blackpoint life rather than their original universe), she tended to end up back in San Francisco at their apartment regardless of the traveling she did during the day. She’d learned early on to have teleporters in-house at EA, so she’d done exactly that. Given that being dropped in on Blackpoint again was uncontrollable and the fact that there really wasn’t anything to be done about it at the moment, she was content to view it as a vacation. Alex was here too, they had plenty of money, and Hawaii was beautiful. Why not?
It’d been a few hours since they’d settled into their room and they’d already had dinner and had just partaken in a very long mutual bath. The sun was starting to set, and Emma didn’t anticipate being out anymore, so she’d done little more than dry her hair and pull on a soft bathrobe. She’d settled cross-legged on the bed, the iPad she’d had the concierge procure for her (because she had the cash and the desperate need for technology) in her lap as she began the search through everything she could think of to see where they actually stood in terms of the existence of their company.
“I swear, I’m tired of losing all of my assistants because of universe displacement,” she grumped, not bothering to look up to see where he’d ended up. “Every time I get one right to the way I like them, I get dropped in the ocean and have to start fresh.”