_fn_2187_ is a Finnamon Roll (_fn_2187_) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-06-27 21:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | emma frost (white queen), finn |
Who: Emma Frost and Finn
When: May after the Star Wars plot
Where: Frost’s Office
What: Post-OC Shenanigans, Finn’s explanations for going AWOL
Rating/Warnings: Low/None
Status: Complete when posted
Emma really did try to be a considerate employer, especially given Orange County and it’s random cases of throwing shit at people. She understood absences that were a direct result of turning blue, or suddenly vaporizing things with a thought. She made concessions for those things.
But she liked to make sure that no one was taking advantage of her in that manner too.
Which was why she got the daily call outs emailed to her regularly, most seemed to be the general ‘got sick at work’ or ‘family emergency’ sort of thing. But she did tend to check up on a lot of them. Like with Finn, on the security team. Disappearing during a crisis was sort of frowned upon.
She would hear him out though, in her office, away from prying ears and eyes.
Finn didn't like being in trouble. It stood to reason no one did, but he really hated it. In this life and in the dreams. He was hard on himself when that happened and this time was no different, though he had clear justifications for his actions and absence. He just hoped his boss would understand. He was grateful that Ms. Frost hadn't fired him, or threatened to. He could deal with docked pay. He was glad Frost was nothing like his boss from the dreams, Captain Phasma. That woman was a nightmare.
Finn had his military duffle with him and he carried it in as he entered Frost's posh office. Seeing her there, looking at him with an air of dissatisfaction, suddenly threw his comparison to Phasma into question.
“Morning, Miss Frost.” He said respectfully, setting the bag down next to him as he stood before her desk.
“Finn,” Emma gave a curt nod, folding her hands over, her elbows on the table and chin resting on her entwined hands. “Please, have a seat.” She was at least managing to get through her working day without too much of her Phoenix slipping in.
“Would you like a glass of water before the story starts, or are you alright?” And that was just a little sarcastic.
“No I'm...fine.” Finn replied, identifying the sarcasm belatedly. He bristled inwardly a little at it but brushed it aside. He did have a story to tell, he just hoped Frost believed it.
“You, uh, ever see Star Wars? The new one, to be specific?” Probably not the best way to start a story, with a question, but it would make the rest of what he had to say run more smoothly if she had.
Emma’s eyebrow quirked slightly. Star Wars. She didn’t live under a hole, so obviously she knew of it all, it wasn’t exactly her sort of past-time if she were honest.
“Seen, no. But I am aware of the cultural phenomenon that was another kickstart for the franchise.” The original ones were out when she was younger, she’d known of the whole craze by the time she was a teenager, Christian had been fond of it.
“But please, don’t let that stop you.”
“Well all that crazy stuff that went down last week was straight from those movies. And Rey, my girlfriend, and I are from that 'cultural phenomenon’ thanks to the Dreams.” He replied. To emphasize this, he pulled out the now really battle damaged First Order Stormtrooper helmet and placed it on her desk. He stood and zipped open the duffle more, lifting it so Frost could see the contents of his uniform. He set it down and sat down again. “The dreams gave me this. I was a Stormtrooper in the dreams. I left them to help the Resistance.” He shifted in his seat a little under Frost's gaze. “The reason I couldn't leave Rey was because I knew the Empire would be after her. She has Force powers. They'd kill her if they got a hold of her, versus regular civilians that they would only harass. During the course of the battles that ensued on the streets we got separated. I couldn't find her and couldn't make it back here because the Empire grabbed me, thinking I was one of their own.” He paused a beat. “The armor's pretty similar.”
God, why did she end up with the bleeding hearts? Although she supposed it was probably better to have ‘resistance’ than ‘empire’ employees. She already had her own rep, she didn’t need the ‘bad guys from Star Wars’ being attached too.
“Compelling retelling,” Emma poked the helmet on her desk with a manicured finger, “Please feel free to not bring show and tell items next time, I get a multitude of images from your head as it is.” Pop ups, she was calling them. Just images that followed along while people were talking -she knew it was part of her powers expanding thanks to Phoenix, but she wasn’t actively stamping it down right then.
Sighing, Emma leaned back in her chair, “How is your girlfriend? I assume you escaped the Empire, was she kept safe from them?” It was just polite to ask, she already knew she wasn’t going to withhold his pay for this, but she wasn’t entirely heartless either.
“Right, sorry.” Finn said, carefully taking the helmet off of her desk and putting it back into the bag. He’d heard rumor of her having ‘psychic powers’ or something along those lines. It was a bit unnerving, but what could he do? Think about puppies all the time to keep her from reading his thoughts? Probably not. And besides, clearly in this case it was proving that he was telling the truth.
“Rey’s fine. Better than fine. We found a ship and were able to escape.” What he was hoping Frost wasn’t picking up on was the fact that it wasn’t just any ship - it was the Millennium Falcon, and they were able to keep it! When everything went back to normal, Rey’d found it was still there! Finn had never seen her so ecstatic. He just hoped the next time they flew it the old freighter wouldn’t drop from the sky like a stone as it did when they were trying to escape in it.
Getting the constant barrage of thoughts and images wasn’t normal, usually Emma could block things out, right now her powers were just too strong to constantly keep things quiet. “Well, I’m glad your friend is fine,” She was getting little fragments, clearly where Finn was attempting to not think about the things that he was trying to keep private.
It happened and Emma was used to it, which was why she made the effort to not look like she was reading everything so easily. “And that you were clearly able to get back from whatever incident happened.” She could excuse missing work due to kidnapping by an evil empire or whatever. “Your wages won’t be docked, and we won’t have anything put on your record. Next time, if you’re able, a heads up will go a long way, so we can acquire appropriate cover.”
Even if it was rather difficult to gauge these situations.
“Understood,” Finn replied in his solemn, soldier tone. There was a moment of awkward silence after that, as he wasn't sure if he was dismissed or not. A weight had been lifted, however, when he knew now he wouldn't be docked pay or worse, have the incident put down on record. He was grateful in that moment for Frost's mercy. He waited quietly, fingers fiddling restlessly with each other on his lap, eyes darting between Frost and some random spot on her desk.
“Unless there’s something else you want to talk to me about, you are free to go about your day, Finn.” Emma knew she could be wildly intimidating -she cultivated the image actually, didn’t make it this far in a cutthroat business sector without honing the skills in manipulation and intimidation very sharply.
“I will look forward to hearing only good things from your supervisor.” Although Emma was mostly understanding, she still had a business to run, and she wouldn’t do well if people thought she’d gone soft, would she.