WHO: Emma Frost & OTA. WHAT: Emma is trying to stave off a migraine. WHERE: The coffee shoppe. WHEN: Tuesday afternoon, October 14th. RATING: PG; Just for language. STATUS: Incomplete | open.
The blonde telepath has been nursing a migraine for the past three days. This feeling reminded her of her teen years when her powers were just starting to manifest and her mind was weak to telepathic intrusion. This entire town screamed in her mind, screamed in the middle of the night, screamed at sunrise, sunset, every time she thought it was safe to stop straining to build up a mental block, it was knocked down by the scream of horror and terror around this town. She was starting to lose sleep over her weak telepathic walls. She attempted to envision diamond - the strongest substance known to her, but each time she imagined diamond barriers, they were shattered by the screams and mental anguish of Marrowood. She spent most of the month since arriving here, in her room at the hotel attempting to fix her broken CEREBRA, but each time she thought she was getting close, her telepathy failed her and she couldn't get the right connections between machine and mutant. Out of sheer frustration, and cabin fever Emma left the confines of her room and stalked down the hallway and out into the 'fresh' air of the town. Lips painted a silvery, blue curled into a sneer as she moved down the steps and towards the coffee shop that she memorized on the map. Each townie that past her gave her an angry look, and her head was blasted with something fierce and sharp each time she attempted to read their minds.
By the time Emma made it to the coffee shop, a white gloved hand was pressing against the wall to keep herself up. A hand grabbed at her head, closing her eyes tightly to push out all the thoughts of those around her. She heard them from inside when she looked through the window, she heard it across the town square when she glanced over there. She even heard those sitting outside the cafe. It was overwhelming, but ever the woman keep her poise, she just attempted to grin and bare it. Taking a seat at the nearest outside table, she felt that maybe being outside will allow the voices from other people's thoughts wouldn't be overwhelming. A waitress came by to ask for her drink, and all Emma could hear were her thoughts as she judged Emma and her clothing. So maybe she wasn't dressed conventionally, a white outfit that hugged all the appropriate places left barely anything for the imagination. White thigh high stilettos made it a mystery how she even managed to stand, let alone walk.
As the waitress seemed to be losing patience with this blonde woman as she tried to nurse her migraine, Emma sighed. Grabbing a menu from the table, she pointed to the first thing she recognized on the menu - a cappuccino. Hopefully they wouldn't mess something so simple up. She needed caffeine to attempt to work on clearing up the migraine pulsing through her head. When she was finally alone, Emma removed her gloves and pressed her fingers to her temples, rubbing them, trying to release the tension that was building up in those muscles. Her jaw was clenched as she muttered, "Think, Emma. Diamond. Diamond. Just block them out..." She must have looked like a crazy person speaking to herself, but at this point, she really didn't care. She just wanted the pain to cease.