This, thar, be a place holder. Arrr! Characters: Emma Frost and Scott Summers Setting: The Danger Room! Content: PG-13? Emma likes double entendre Summary: All work and no play makes Scott a dull boy, its a good thing Emma likes to mix business and pleasure.
Training was important. As X-Men and mutants it was important that all of their skills remained sharp. And while Emma preferred more clandestine situations that showcased the use of her telepathy, sometimes, albeit few and far between, she enjoyed bashing something with her mighty diamond fist. It was under this guise that she had invited Scott Summers into the Danger Room with her and not at all the fact that was feeling just the teeniest bit nosy about the X-Men's leader.
Her heels rang out as she clicked her way down the corridor, her cape swishing softly as it brushed against the floor. Emma's uniform, she would boast, was both fashionable and functional. The corset and cape were both made from a light weight material similar to Kevlar and leather. Why the White Queen felt like she needed to wear Kevlar was a discussion for another day. Perhaps the same day she decided to clue Scott in about the meaning behind her code name.
"Welcome, White Queen," the computer greeted before allowing her entrance into the Danger Room. The doors opened with a hiss and Emma stepped inside.
Emma kept a tight schedule and was nothing, if not prompt and she hoped for Scott Summers' sake he was of similar ilk.