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The Perk, Early Monday Afternoon

Emma was finished with all her finals, Fandom courses and Danger Shop tutorials alike, and was celebrating in her own, time-honored fashion.

With coffee.

She'd turned in her acceptance of ESU's offer, hopefully aced Kerrigan's class, and had a fabulous prom. She was on top of the world, and felt like nothing could get her down.

Unfortunately, the world had other plans.

[OOC: Looking for some particular visitors, but open Perk is open! Feel free to pester a Frost, any Frost!]

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Under normal circumstances, Adrienne didn't walk, she sauntered. Occasionally prowled, depending on the circumstances. And, when she was putting on a good show about being a businesswoman, she strode. It looked powerful.

Today, however, as she made her way into the Perk and beelined to Emma's table, she strutted. And why shouldn't she? Emma's entire world was about to come crashing around her ears, and Adri got to watch.

"Emma, darling! Don't you look all..." Her eyes skimmed over Emma. "Well, whatever, it's nice you see you anyway."

This was what happened when she failed to follow through on her brilliant ideas, wasn't it? She hadn't gotten that restraining order, and now Emma's least-favorite family member was here.

"Graduation isn't until next weekend, darling," she replied, sipping her coffee serenely. "Go home, and come back then. Maybe you can even take pictures if I make valedictorian."

"You're so cute when you're naive," Adrienne said sweetly, taking the other chair at the table. "I'm sorry, were you really hoping that we'd be here to watch that? Mom taking pictures while Daddy films it on the recorder? And then we'll end the day with a big group hug and 'Goooo, Frosts!'"

She rolled her eyes. "Honestly Emma. You're crazier than I thought."

"No, I was just enjoying the thought that if you did try to show, security would throw you out on your asses since I didn't submit your names as my guests," she replied cheerfully. "Actually, you shouldn't be here now, either, since it's not a friends and family weekend. I wonder if Sheriff Vimes has a cell just for uninvited tourists?"

"Here on business," Adrienne said breezily. "So sorry to burst your bubble, Ems, but we don't need your permission to come by and visit."

Her grin had a sharp and malicious edge. "There's a lot of things we don't need your permission for, sweetheart."

"There isn't a single business on the island that you'd be interested in," she said bluntly, "-and when the faculty finds out you're harassing a student, I doubt you'll be staying long."

"So spit it out. What do you want, Adrienne?"

She'd said 'we,' that was never a good sign.

"Our family whole and together once more," Adrienne said piously. "Under one roof, where we can help and care for our more vulnerable and...weak-minded members. I just want what's best for you, Emma dear."

Emma was out of her seat and in Adrienne's face instantly. "Fuck. You," she hissed. "Not happening. I'm eighteen, and whatever little scheme you're up to isn't going to work. The faster you get that through your brain, the happier you'll be."

Adriennne didn't even flinch. If anything, her smile grew that much broader. "Oh, darling, this isn't my little scheme. No no, I'm just here as a spectator. Haven't you realized yet? Silly Emma."

Her next words were delicious. She savored them as she spoke.

"Daddy's here."

Almost instantly, Emma's powers were reaching out, canvassing each corner of the island to call Adrienne on her bluff.

Except she couldn't. Dammit. This is what happened when she got lazy and only did two island-wide scans a day.

"Did you think you could surprise me with that?" she drawled. "He brought Hazel and Cordelia too, didn't he? I'm surprised Bryce isn't with them, to make sure mother takes her medication and doesn't cause him any problems."

"Please, like Mother needs anyone's help making sure she takes her pills," Adrienne said with a touch of annoyance. Dammit, Emma, why must you always ruin her fun? It's like you have no joy in your life or something. "Mother is always most diligent at taking her meds like a good girl."

Go figure.

Some time after Adrienne had made her entrance, it was time for another Frost to wander in, making a point to cast a dismissive look in Emma's direction before heading to the counter. Once she was there, she ordered herself an iced cappuccino, wandered back towards the tables, sat down relatively near to Emma, and slurped.

Loudly.

Not that you'd be able to tell, over the sheer volume of the 80s punk music streaming from her headphones. Cordelia Frost was tired of this island already.

Emma takes joy in ruining your fun, Adrienne. It's just a vicious cycle.

"If you don't take better care of her, she's going to end up taking the wrong dosage someday, and won't that end up being damned inconvenient for Winston?"

"Honestly, Cordelia," Adrienne said, rolling her eyes. Why were both her younger sisters so damn annoying? "I know this island is the back end of nowhere, but could you please stop acting like the poster child for Disaffected Youth of America?"

It was so common!

Cordelia's response to that (and why should Adrienne expect any different), was to raise an eyebrow, pull her lip back in a bit of a sneer, and then gesture toward her headphones with one hand, as if asking if maybe Adrienne was blind or something.

Whether she was demonstrating that she had no idea what the hell her sister had just said, or was simply pointing out that with her phones on she didn't think she was bothering anyone, was anybody's best guess.

Either way, duh, Adrienne. Just duh.

"If you're so concerned about Mommy Dearest, why don't you come home and take care of her yourself?" Adrienne suggested brightly. "You can share the same pills! It'll be a bonding experience between the crazies, while the rest of us do the real work."

Emma was resisting the urge to start banging her head against the table. She needed to finish her coffee, at a normal pace, and not let her sisters drive her out of her coffee shop.

Then she could go scream off the roof of the dorms and try to come up with a plan.

She pulled a pen out of her purse and quickly scribbled on her napkin before holding it up.

Nice to see you too, Cordelia.

She wasn't going to go over there and rip Cordelia's headphones off.

She wasn't going to go over there and rip Cordelia's headphones off.

Cordelia was actually being quiet for a change and behaving herself and Adrienne did not want to have to answer to Winston if that stopped being true.

She wasn't going to go over there and rip Cordelia's headphones off.

Dammit, she so was.

"No, thank you. I've been accepted as a double-major with two minors at Empire State, and I'm afraid I don't have time to be the entertainment," Emma answered brightly. "I'm sure Winston can afford to hire yet another nurse he can sexually harass without fear of retribution. Remember when he groped that maid during dinner? It was so very common, and I'm afraid I'm not interested in returning to such an unhealthy residence."

Cordelia regarded the note with a cool eye and another thoughtful, pointedly more obnoxious slurp of her cappuccino. Was it nice to see her? Really?

Could have fooled her.

Still, after a moment, she might have leaned forward over her table, propping herself up by her elbows, so that she could give Emma a look that pretty much screamed 'bitch, please.'

"You can't have missed me all that much, Emma."

She was here, after all.

Oh, it was on, Adrienne. It was so on.

"What the hell, Adrienne! What, do you think you have some kind of point to prove?" Cordelia was making a snatch for her headphones right on back, thank you. "I was listening to that."

ESU? Really? Adrienne made a mental note of that. Not that it would matter, not after Winston saw Emma and fetched her home again, but still...Interesting.

"Oh yes, Emma dear. I've seen how frightfully opposed you are to being around something common," she said, fixing Emma with a look. "Like your boyfriend. The one who looks like he should be judging tractor pulls? Or do you only fuck him when you feel like slumming it?"

"It was sarcasm, Cord, but you are currently my favorite living sibling," Emma replied dryly. "Just because I got fed up with playing Winston's games doesn't mean I hate all members of our family."

"Oh, go steal another one of Mother's pills and learn to behave yourself in public," Adrienne hissed, trying to keep the headphones away. More loudly she added, "Cordy, greet your big sister properly. Or she's going to think you didn't miss her after she ran off."

Well. That was something, Cordelia supposed. She regarded Emma coolly for another moment before reaching into her pocket and turning the volume down on her walkman. Slightly.

The qualifier there wasn't helping, Emma. The 'living' part.

"It's so nice to know that I count, Emma."

You could tell how thrilled she was by the way she was rolling her eyes.

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