Emma (frostyqueen) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2011-04-22 21:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | z: om1: !complete, z: om1: affiliation: s.h.i.e.l.d., z: om1: character: nick fury, z: om1: location: new york, z: om1: past character: emma frost 02 |
Characters: Emma Frost and Nick Fury, who also happens to pop in.
Setting: A cocktail lounge in Tribeca.
Content: Emma might bring up penises once or twice. But probably nothing other than that.
Summary: A delightful conversation over a spot of tea! Or alcohol.
Emma loved this place. What wasn't to love? The classy lounge in Tribeca, filled with fine liquor and boasting a library-esque atmosphere with walls full of shelves to display their bottles, was a safe haven for her. The vast selection of brandy, scotch, and whiskey always somehow hit the spot after a particularly irritating day spent in meetings. She made a spectacular picture, sitting in a cushy chair at a table by the window and sipping on a cucumber martini. The neon lights from the sign illuminating the black night gave her an interesting, ethereal sort of glow. But she wasn't waiting for anyone, nor was she looking at anything in particular. No, she would most likely be drinking alone tonight. Unlike the famous Mary (but who was also quite contrary), Emma's garden had long ago been brutalized under the glare of the red, hot-blooded sun and the ruthless knife of ambition. She was beautiful, wasn't she? Silky blonde hair, skin as creamy pale as a snow queen in a state of rigor mortis, and electric blue eyes. So lovely! So...dead. Emma took out her iPhone calendar, the one she kept all of her appointments on (of course she had a couple of secretaries and a social engagement coordinator and all of that shebang, but Emma liked to keep her own notes as well) and began typing down a few personal reminders. Call Christian. Pick up cashmere from the dry cleaners. Remind Greta to make next hair appointment. And now the Hellfire Club. Open to the world's wealthiest and most influential entrepreneurs, politicians, and socialites, it was no surprise that Emma had long since received an invitation and was indeed thriving within the club. But it still wasn't good enough. Those hushed Inner Circles she desired to rule, and would soon enough. It was all a matter of planning to oust the humans accordingly, using them to solidify her own connections and advance her own means. They are pawns. And it's the absolute villainous truth that the Queen uses the pawn to win the game. It's a classic chess move, called the Queen's Endgame. Checkmate. |