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Log 2855
Date of Scene:	15 October 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Phoenix, Warpath, Emma Frost

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Phoenix has posed:
    The rescue of Emma Frost had not gone as planned. Jean had hoped they would be able to find her, save her mind from the tampering that occured and all would be well with the world. It's never that simple for the students of Xavier, be they graduates or currently enrolled. Upon their arrival back at the school, Emma had been rushed to the medlab but the crystalline covering over her had prohibited any ability to reach her mind. It had been weighed if they should try to block her powers to treat her more effectively but there was a fear that might do more harm than good if her diamond coccoon might be helping with the healing process. They didn't know and couldn't chance it. After a few hours, they had opted to wait for a day and see if there was any change before taking more drastics steps.
    As he has been doing almost on the hour, Jean enters the medical lad to see if there has been any change with their patient. There are smudges of dark beneath her eyes showing the lack of sleep. She's dressed casually in jeans with a t-shirt proclaiming Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.

Warpath has posed:
    They have been gracious hosts. James is rapidly healing. He has bandages ion his forearms, covering the worst of the burns. They itch, He's gotten up rarely. Usually when Meggan comes by to check on him or bring him a little food. When Jean checks in, he also moves out of the way. Other than hygiene and food, the chair next to Emma's bed has held the heavy burden of James Proudstar
    His feet occasionally twitch. James is currently half asleep. His jaw is still a little swollen, his tooth coming in, and the tendons rebinding the jaw in place. He looks a little rough. Jean entering makes him stir. It's funny, in a way. The big man is tired but he forces himself to his feet when the lady enters the room. He is so on his best behavior right now out of gratitude that manners and mores drilled into him from his teenage years are in full effect. "Jean." He greets the redhead warmly, and moves to step back and out of the way.

Emma Frost has posed:
    Slowly, the diamond cocoon is revealed to not be a cocoon, but is in fact her physiology, as the White Queen's eyes slowly open, revealing not the icey blues she had but insetead a clear-ish milky crystal, and she starts to murmur as she comes to.

    Looking around the room, her head rolling slightly, but without the mental chatter she's grown so used to hearing, Emma, decides no one is in the room. She squints up at the ceiling and sighs softly, her entire body feels incredibly stiff, but what's there to do.

Phoenix has posed:
    "You don't have to--" Jean's reassurance that James wasn't in the way is interrupted by the sounds from Emma. Jean glances sharply over at the woman, moving to the bedside opposite where James stands. She knows he will want to be able to reach his mentor and will not block his way. A furrow appears in Jean's brow as she takes in the crystline eyes which are a bit disconcerting with their lack of pupil. That little detail helps to make things seem not so alien.
    "Emma?" she says softly, as she takes up a position by the other woman's arm. She reaches down to touch the diamond hand resting on the bed closest to her.

Warpath has posed:
    The big man gives Jean a little grin. It is almost boyish. Shame that is jaw is swollen and obviously sore as the grin ends very quickly with the slightest of eye twitches giving away the discomfort. "Do we know what happened? I cannot feel her mental presence."
    hen Emma starts showing signs of life. James starts as if to rush to her side, but Jean is there. His arms awkwardly cross over his chest. It looks a little rough and painful. His frown really carries a lot of weight as he stares. HIs eyes narrow a bit and he looks concerned. Emma turned into a rock.

Emma Frost has posed:
    "J-Jean?" Emma asks her eyebrows furrowing over her nose as she turns her head towards the redhead. "What's going on?" Meaning she can't sense the other woman at all, and a lock of hair falls against her face. And she feels Jean's hand but it's far far warmer than she remembers a touch being.

    She looks over to James and furrows her browline further. "What's going on? I can't... I can't..." The idea of a tear starts to well up in her eyes. "I can't hear you. Either of you."

Phoenix has posed:
    "It's okay, Emma," Jean murmurs softly, patting her hand. She shifts so she is a little further up the bed and motions with her free hand for James to come closer, if he wishes. Seeing the tear, Jean understands what she is feeling. "Just relax." To be used to the murmor of voices in her head at all times and now finding nothing has to be frightening. Even with the walls they must keep in place so they don't go insane, there is always that hum. They can always sense people, even when not actively reading them. To wake up to silence? "You were attacked. Do you remember at all what happened?"

Warpath has posed:
Emotions war over his face. She's schooled him about too much familiarity. Part of him is mad at her for what she did. A part of his is ashamed about that. What wins out though, is the basic decency. James moves around the bed to the other side of the bed. Both os his bandaged up hands settle on her hand. He gives it a squeeze. He starts to say things. He just can't. He doesn't know what to say or how to say it. He squeezes his eyes shut and leans over to kiss her forehead, finally. It is a tender motion. "We got this." he promises her.

Emma Frost has posed:
    She feels the hands, the comfort, but it again, feels warmer than the normal person. Jean's heat she assumed was the Phoenix, James however doesn't have an explination. "What's going on?" Emma asked, "Why are you two so hot?" She hasn't looked down at her own body yet and is mostly just terrified. As evident by the White Queen's expression.

Phoenix has posed:
    "I'm not sure why we feel warmer than normal," Jean admits as she continues to hold the other woman's hand. "Although you are a little...different than you were before the attack. We managed to save you from whatever that Gorilla did." She's not sure if it is a secondary mutation that has developed or something else. "Your body was altered." She lifts Emma's hand within her own so the other woman can see it, figuring it is better to rip the bandaid off quickly instead of slowly.

Warpath has posed:
    "Yes. You are stunning though." James assures her. He adds it quickly. Not to be gross, but to lessen some of the immediate impact by appealing to her vanity. His fingers stroke her hand in his gently. His brows lower into a thoughtful frown. "We will figure it out. I do promise."

Emma Frost has posed:
    Emma looks down at her hand as Jean lifts it and it starts to sink in. "Oh. Oh god. No." Emma's face contorts something awful and hideous.

    The diamond woman looks at her own hands and feels them like she's always has before but everything is hotter, different, the world itself is silent. Something she hasn't felt in over twenty years. Something she grew not only accustomed to, but it was a part of her. And it's gone.

    She looks between the two mutants and tries to fight her tears. "What am I supposed to do?"

Phoenix has posed:
    "Let us run some tests," Jean says as she reaches for a box of Kleenex on a nearby table. In the medlab, they are often necessary. She pulls one out and offers it to Emma. Compassion is written in her expresson as she continues in that soft voice, trying to reassure the blonde. "See what this is before you get too upset. When you were altered, I was forced to go into your mind to bring you back. I met your Ego but it was a crystalline entity, much like you are now. When I forced it to release your mind, you changed into this and expelled me from your mind like I was a gnat." That might appeal to the woman a bit, knowing she can force out Jean even with her Phoenix boosted abilities. "It may be a secondary mutatation that has been activated by the situation. We won't know until we run the labs."

Warpath has posed:
    "Well, first, approach it like you did us." James says quietly. "Maybe it can be turned on and off? Maybe it is simply temporary. Dr. McCoy is here. Professor Xavier is here, and Piotr Rasputin is here." James remains calm. He tries to keep his head clear even though her reaction is heartbreaking. "If it does not work that way, we will use some holographic technology, and go from there. If not that, well, Nightcrawler has coping techniques, right?" James has been sitting and planning. He has is a plotter, planner, and schemer.
    "We can handle this, Emma. At worst, it is a change that we can overcome. At best, it is an asset. Stop. Breathe. Think." James agrees with Jean. "Let's figure out the situation before we decide all is lost."

Emma Frost has posed:
    Emma's chest is rising and falling rapidly, as she's starting to panic. No one at the company, no one in public knew she was a mutant. This however, this is not something she can hide. The names brought up by James however do not have the effect of calming her down. Most of them are physcially different and none of them have ever really figured out how to deal with it without becoming some sort of recluse. It's not an ideal situation. Emma looking at her hands though reaches for the sheets and rips them off her prone form, wanting to reveal how much of herself is this crystal substance.

Phoenix has posed:
    As Emma moves, Jean releases her hand and steps out of the way so that she doesn't block movement. "I can bring a mirror if you like," she offers softly, having an idea what Emma is doing as she tosses those covers off her body. They did change her clothes, getting her out of the stained garb. She's in a pair of yoga pants and a t-shirt. Probably the least expensive thing she's worn in her entire life. It was that or a hospital style gown and Jean was having none of that.

Warpath has posed:
    Never in his life did it occur to James that it would be like this. Never has he had to be her rock. Chief crutch for a mission, or chief minion, sure. James does his utmost to step up to the challenge. James lets her get a look. He reaches out for her to attempt to cradles her against him. His hands go to G-rated areas. "We got this. I will handle the office until you figure out to control this. I got this. I got you." James promises quietly. "You are in the best place in the world for this. We can figure this out and make it an asset." He seems so certain, because it never even occurs that Emma Frost cannot solve anything.

Emma Frost has posed:
    "I think now's not the time Jean." Emma says, her hand going to her belly, which, thankfully has had some of the swell begun to reduce since her splurge has ended. She is busy trying to look at herself when James steps up. "Oh, um, yes... Please. Go to the office tomorrow and issue a statement that I'm on sabatical for ... how long I need." Then she looks back to her belly her voice still quivering.

    The clinking sound of diamond on diamond unsettles Emma, and she visible shakes from her spine outwards, but she doesn't stop examining.

Phoenix has posed:
    Jean steps to the side, away from the pair with her back to them. It feels like she is intruding in some ways. She knows both of them are very private people so her seeing the emotional pain for them both is uncomfortable. For her. Probably for them. She busies herself a few moments as she speaks without looking toward them. "When you are ready, we'll see about getting Hank in here to start some testing. Until then, if you would like some privacy, I can leave you both." She waves a hand toward the wall where a phone is visible. "You can just pick up the phone and dial star two. It'll forward directly to my cell."

Warpath has posed:
    What? Leave him alone with her? James lifts his brows upwards. "Uh." James clears his throat. "She. Might want your company to mine." James says delicately. His frown cuts a furrow into his face. "i am not her equal, I am her subordinate." Because that is how it is. He nods his head. 'I will put you on sabbatical and I will bring you updates and courier your paperwork and orders back and forth, Emma."

Emma Frost has posed:
    "Don't let anyone know I'm at another school. Secrecy is of the uttermost import." The Headmistress says with a surprisingly clear and powerful tone, despite the trauma she's going through. Then her head turns, and she lowers her shirt over her belly once more. "Jean. Please." There's a childlike fear in her voice. James can help and protect her from the physical, but the mental, there's no one she'd rather have help her than Jean. Not one.

    "I need you both to be strong for me while I- while I learn."

Warpath has posed:
    "Of course, Ms. Frost." James allows quietly. "You can count on me. You are working on a large investment opportunity and a charitable donation, evaluating the company posture on a couple of issues." James says in blandly. "You can count on me to keep it sorted." He makes a face. It is going to be a bit of a commute, but he can do it.

Emma Frost has posed:
    Emma looks up to James and smiles, showing off her diamond teeth to the two others in the medbay. "Thank you James." She says, turning on her backside to swing her legs out over the bed, and realizes they're heavier, but her muscles themselves must have changed as well because in the right angle and light she can see through herself. She's entirely different. "I'm... I'm scared." She admits, looking down at her knees.

Warpath has posed:
    He was fine until she admitted fear. That is the scariest part. That she is scared. It is a fact of his life that this woman is unstoppable. To have her shaken or diverted is a new experience to him. It rocks him to his core.
    For a moment he's a crying teenager. Everyone in his world is gone, except her. She held him. She actually brushed his tears away. She comforted him. Someone cared. He leans over and with chaste deference and affection, kisses her forehead. "Get on your feet. I will not allow you to be hurt." He is confident. He is sure, and he is gentle. Right up until he pushes her backside off the bed with his other hand to make her stand up.
    His other arm though? It's got a hold of her wrist and hand. He will not allow her to fall.

Emma Frost has posed:
    Emma lands on her feet with a pair of clacks and a few unsteady clinks as she gets used to not having skin to hold her up.

    "Don't push me again James." She commands, but holds onto him, her fingers are much tougher and also much MUCH stronger than they were before. "Thank you." She whispers. With a glance over her shoulder and her back straightening up to her original, powerful posture. "Jean. Where is Doctor McCoy? I'm ready."

Phoenix has posed:
    Jean had been busy typing onto a computer, forwarding the information of Emma's waking with the good doctor in that way. She cuold call him telepathically but when he's working in the labs, she would really rather not startle him. Who knows what might get spilled or mixed and make the mansion blow up. Glancing over her shoulder now that Emma is on her feet, she gives a brief smile to hear that steel coming back into her voice. She'll make it through this. It'll be a long road perhaps but Jean is confident in the willpower of Emma Frost. "I just let him know you are awake. I'm sure he will be along as soon as he's able. Until then, you are welcome to remain here or you can move to a room upstairs where it is less...sterile feeling."

Warpath has posed:
    He whispers back. "I am yours to command." Everyone once in a while, he can be sentimental. He adds, quietly, "You are a lot stronger like this Emma. You are not hurting me, but your hands are digging in something awful." he is still whispering it. "Ease up, just a little?" He stands up slowly. He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment. "I would like to remain, as much as I can, though I am going to have to go to the office at least on Monday and likely Tuesday. Can you make arrangements?" He does not want to stay here. he will not leave her though. He doesn't allow his voice to waver. "Did you reassign his room?" There is a slight growl to that, even though it would be irrational and wrong for him to get upset that they moved on. healthy people would.

Emma Frost has posed:
    "Jean, I would prefer to not have your students know I'm here, especially in this ... condition. I'm not ready for it." Emma says softly, ashamed of her diamond form. Ashamed of her lack of telepathy. Ashamed.

    "I may need a room. Temporarily." Emma adds. Her attention shifts to James and she smiles faintly before her gaze shifts back to James. "No. I'm not going back. Not yet. I need you to be my mouth and ears and eyes. James." She says sternly to keep his attention and focus on her, but she does loosen her grip and realizes she's still very different. "I. Need. You. I need you to stay calm and trust me with ... with them."

Warpath has posed:
    Like he trust them t take care of John? Jean can feel it. It leaks out. That rage. That senseless, pitiless rage that is born of a broken heart. "I can't." James growls. "I like them. I think they are fools and idiots, and I think they are irresponsible." There he said. "They are not bad people, but they are irresponsible. They didn't do anything right until he was go--." It's like a dog on a choke chain the mental deathgrip he applies. "They help you when they said they would." James manages to admit. His left hand is trembling as it curls up into a fist. He looks at the hand and he uncurls it. "People change." He says. The tone s gentle, and it is forced. He opens his hand. "I will not start a fight in my host's house. I was raised better." He sighs, forcing the bad air out. "I will be back often." He promises them both.

Phoenix has posed:
    "James, we have people here who can teleport. Like Pixie, who you met when we rescued Emma. We can get you back and forth without requiring you to commute. So you can be with her," Jean offers. She understand the rage. There is no way she can change his feelings. That pain doesn't go away even with the time that has passed. They are better now, stronger. Able to use their powers and work as a team. Yet that lost still pains her to the core, though not as bad as it is for his blood.
    She glances to Emma. "If you wish to go upstairs, I can mask your presence from them. You just let me know what is best for you. We can get you setup with a computer, phone. Anything you need so you can conduct your business from afar." Then she realizes that is rather silly to offer since Emma has her own resources. "Yeah. Uhm, anyway."

Emma Frost has posed:
    "Just a room is all I ask. I will certainly compensate you, or the school itself." Emma assures Jean and then lifts her hand to James' shoulder, patting his gently, but firmly because her body has no give to it any more. "Just bring me my phone and laptop and I'll will work on figuring myself out." The diamond woman says, taking a single step towards the door way and freezing when she hears the sound of her bare feet on the floor. She looks down to her hands and closes her eyes. She's not able to breach that threshhold just yet.

Warpath has posed:
    "And shoes."James says. "I will bring you the clothes you want as well." James volunteers. He adjusts the bandages on his burns, pushes a hand through his hair. She needs business as usual. His back slowly goes back to rigid. "Ids there any other way I can be of assistance?" His frown remains in place as he sorts himself out. If you do not mind. I... guess I will need a room then as well. If it is not too much trouble." His belly is a pit of fear.

Phoenix has posed:
    "I was just thinking, you have a healer you said at your school? Perhaps have them take care of those wounds while you are there, James?" Because the poor guy looks a mess. Jean glances at Emma. "If the time comes and we feel it might help your situation, you can decide if you want the healer to see you or not." Everything is Emma's choice in this and in her own time. "You may both have rooms. Adjoining if it would be helpful. Or we have a small cabin on property that isn't curently occupied. Perhaps you could use it but I fear the students would be more likely to poke around there than in the private staff areas."

Emma Frost has posed:
    Emma looks back to Jean, her soulless eyes aimed at the redhead. "I would prefer to remain as secluded and undisturbed as possible." Emma says, a subtle hint that the redhead is always welcome, as she's the woman -- Friend -- who saved her life. From herself. From her own out of control desires. "James. I know you don't trust them, but I do, and I'm not going to betray my ideals. I know you wont forget your past and your brother, so I will give you the chance to go where you need to go and do what you need to do. I'll be fine." Emma says to the large man.

Warpath has posed:
    "If I am seeing to you, Miss Frost. I am where I need to be, doing what I need to be doing." He can smell it still. To this day the smell of the ... he blocks it out. "I need the drive, Jean." he smiles at her. "I am learning to forget." He admits. He moves towards the door. "I have a long drive there and back, but it will help me clear my head. Emm-- Ms. Frost, you will text me the outfits and documents you require?" he asks, back to all business. He adds, quietly, "Please tell Meggan I will talk to her when I get back?" He clears his throat embarrassed as he heads towards the door.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost eyes Booster. "Yeah, I've sent him away and I'm kind of 'hidden' currently..."