fandomtownies | Come As You Were Dance, Community Center, Saturday Evening

Originally, this was going to be a much smaller event, but then Fandom had to be Fandom and Portalocity had to be Portalocity, and now Zoe was wondering if there would be enough food for everyone or if she'd have to get things from the local restaurants.

For the moment though, everything was set up nicely. There were tables and chairs set up with blue and gold tablecloths, each covered with glitter from years of use. There were balloons, streamers, and other slightly tasteful decorations, also covered in glitter from years of being stored with things that were also covered in glitter. Don't worry, no one had died from a glitter overdose yet.

Once the food was set out and the (non-tainted) punch was ready, it seemed like things were as good to go as they'd ever be. If things got too crowded, hopefully a fire marshal wasn't among the folks who had come back to town.

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"A surprise? No. It just means a woman needs to take her pleasures when she can," Emma laughed. "Come on, Alex. If you actually want me to go away, you have to say the words out loud. Otherwise you could at least regale me with imitations of your professors or more annoying classmates."

"Who said I wanted you to go away?" Alex remarked, shaking his head. "Not me. I just don't wanna dance. Tell me what you've been up to."

So he could stop thinking about his shitty family life.

Emma knew a redirect when she saw one, and while she gave him her best 'I know what you're doing and I'm not even using my telepathy' Look, she obliged him.

"Taking over the world, of course," she said lightly. "The lovely deans at Empire State gave me my diplomas, I quit my accounting job, and now I'm attempting to bend my universe to my will and make it a better place."

"See, with you, I don't know if you're literally trying to take over the world or not," Alex said, rubbing his chin. "You trying to be the queen, Emma?"

"See, this is why we get along so well. You don't doubt my ability or willingness to just DO that if I feel like it. But just my own little corner," Emma said, "...which would mean New York."

"If I manage to become queen of the stock exchange, I'll be happy. If I can help avert history that's happened in other versions of my reality, I'll be fucking thrilled."

Alex raised an eyebrow at her plans for world domination before nodded once.

"I'd offer to help but I really can't get away much these days," he told her and he did sound apologetic. "I do love a good fight, though."

"School comes first, of course, so I'll only text you if I'm in desperate need of someone to defend my honor," Emma promised. "...or if it's a fight you'd really, really enjoy."

Emma rather thought Alex would love to punch out Ned Buckman. The man was a rich snob who thought he was better than God.

"If you get to a point where you need a break, just let me know. New York is great for blowing off steam."

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