2927/I Don't Mean Rhinestones

I Don't Mean Rhinestones
Date of Scene:	19 October 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Diamonds may be a girl's best friend, but when someone is actually a diamond, things aren't THAT glamorous, as Vorpal finds out when he runs into a very sparkly guest.
Cast of Characters:	Emma Frost, 87

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Emma Frost has posed:
    Emma Frost, or as she's been calling herself for the whole week she's been here, Grace. Grace is in the rec room, having left her sanctuary of the guest room, having been going outside in the back yard to test her own experiments with her new body.

    The fully diamond woman, sits on the leather couch, the hot pink tank top with a glittery cursive word "Pink" on the chest and a pair of black short shorts. Grace lifts a hand to brush her diamond hair out of her eyes as she lifts her other hand towards the tv with the remote to change the channel again.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
Isn't it always a thing that, whenever you're trying to get a hold of someone, there is no way in heaven or Earth that you can actually get through to them? Losing their e-mail information, for example, doesn't help (which he totally did), and not being able to remember the number Hank McCoy gave him to contact him in case he needed it, Vorpal decides that the next best thing to do is jaunt over to the school and see if he can run into Big Blue And Fuzzy himself.

So far, he hasn't had much luck. Having been a student here for the summer, his presence isn't terribly surprising, but he still feels he should find Dr. M before someone asks him something along the line of 'Hey, didn't you transfer out?' or something like that.

He had thought about calling Tommy up and requesting help, but he figured that the mutant was having enough to deal with adjusting to the school as it was, he didn't need someone asking for favors.

And vorpal hadn't heard from him since he introduced the kid to Summers. He *had* said that he wanted to be among his kind, and the Cheshire cat was... well. He wasn't anybody's kind.

"Doctor McCoy?" Vorpal walks into the Rec Room, in the hopes that maybe the Fuzzy One might be playing pool. But the occupant of the room turns out to be someone completely different.

"Oh! Sorry, didn't mean to..." he gestures, "Interrupt."

Emma Frost has posed:
    Emma's simply indulging in mental comfort food, having just turned on the channel to watch American Greed. Somehow it's calming and nice to watch people she can relate to get their comeupins and watch these stories as though they were a warning for her and what not to do.

    The door opening and the voice coming from that direction cause her to snap her head in that direction, her blank crystal eyes locked onto Vorpal, her lengthy hair clinking against her exposed back, shoulders and chest.

    "I'm just sitting here, you're not interrupting anything." She responds as she sets the remote down and tilts her diamond head. "Just, Grace, not a doctor."

Vorpal (87) has posed:
He can't help it, threre's something hard-wired in him that likes to look at shiny things. He suspects it's part of the feline in him. For a second or two he is distracted by the glittery nature of the woman before he finally has the presence of mind to say, "Er... hi, Grace. I'm Thomas. I'm just stopping by..."

He wanders fully into the room and decides to sit down. Maybe if he stays in one place for a bit, he might catch sight of Hank. "I was looking for one of the teachers but so far it's been a wild goose chase..." He looks at her again. Sparkly. "You must be new here. Er. Since the summer. I was here for the summer classes."

Emma Frost has posed:
    Watching him sit, Emma looks and wonders why he would sit so far away when it's so obvious he's infatuated with her, or at least with her being.

    "I'm incredibly new. I got here last week." Emma responds and rakes her fingers behind her ear in his direction, the light shining on the couch behind her, and through her it splits into various rainbows. "You can call me Grace, Thomas." She says with a sweet, crystalline smile.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"Grace, got it," Vorpal says in a distracted fashion, dazzled by the crazy colorful display. "I see you have a very unique... power." He blinks, and watches as the prismatic effect passes through part of the room. "Do you transform into other materials or...?" He forces himself to look at the television screen, because he hates looking like he has the attention span of a ferret.

Emma Frost has posed:
    "It's unique, and it's rather annoying. I miss touch. I miss taste. I am tired of only feeling hot or cold." Grace says looking to Vorpal, ignoring the TV, and lifting her finger to snap her fingers in a loud piercing clink.

    Trying to get his attention, she leans a bit forwards towards the cat-man. "You can stare. It's alright. I find myself staring from time to time." She did beforehand anyways, but he doesn't need to know about that.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"It's ok, it's... kind of a conditioned reflex, I guess. A variant of the red laser pointer thing. Sparkly things distract me a little," he smiles sheepishly. "Comes from the cat part, I bet. But my condolences on the senses thing..." he looks down at the arm-rest where he is resting his hand. Little rainbows flow over his fur. "Since I got this new body, I can't really taste sweets anymore. I miss what chocolate tasted like, for example." He looks up at her and manages to actually look at her nd not get distracted by the sparkles. For the moment. "If you don't feel touch... wow, that mut be hard. You must sense things by... vibration, I guess?" He tries to make a guess as to what compensatory sense might arise in a crystalline body.

Emma Frost has posed:
    "Or via some resistance." Emma says with a soft sigh. She looks over to Vorpal and suddenly invites him over with a soft motion of her finger and then a pat on the couch next to her. "You're a sweet boy, Thomas." The woman says, "I can't possibly stand not tasting food or chocolate especially. I really hope there is a way to get back to my old body. This does have its perks, but there are so many downsides." She says with a glance towards the tv and then back to Vorpal quickly as she's having a conversation.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"Eh, sweet's not the word I'd use for myself," Vorpal says. He sits down on the couch, thinking it might be better to have her on his side onstead of in front, to minimize the amount of sparkle distraction. He can watch the screen and have a conversation. "I'm troublesome, nosy, I don't know when to quit." He shoots the door a quick glance when he catches a bit of movement... but alas, it isn't Hank, just some student.

"Maybe they can help you control it," he says, not sure whether he should be hopeful and encouraging or bring up the very realistic possibility that she might be stuck like this if her power didn't include an 'off' switch. That's a tough call, and he didn't really know the answer. Hope can give you the drive to keep on going, but is a fale hope long maintained all the more shattering when it is revealed to be false, or are you strong enough at the end of the road that the revelation won't hurt you that much?

"If you haven't yet, I'd suggest talking to Doctor McCoy about it. He's good at all of this delving into the nature of powers and stuff. He warned me I could break reality if I wasn't careful." He grins.

Emma Frost has posed:
    "I haven't seen him." Emma says, looking rather down but then Vorpal moves closer and she lifts a hand towards his back but pauses. "May I?" She's wanting to show off how cold she is, and maybe petting someone will help sooth her just a little bit.

    "You're sweet and I mean it. I don't say things I don't feel are right. You do have a good idea with talking to Hank, but he's so elusive." The white queen notes, waiting for permission to pet Vorpal.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
Tommy hesitates for a moment- it's in a cat's makeup not to like to be approached directly by a hand, but the human side overrides it and he nods to give Grace the go-ahead. He is resigned to the fact that some people will want to pet him, because he's covered in fur. As long as it is just a few pats, he doesn't mind. But since the conversation is focused around Hank, he makes a mental note to ask him if people want to pet *him* all the time, too.

"He usually *isn't* that elusive. But if he's this hard to find right now it means he's probably found himself caught up in some experiment and is holed up somewhere secret so as to not be disturbed until he either has an Eureka moment or he has to go back to the drawing board. Either that or he knew I was coming by and he decided to hide." He smiles. Both are perfectly possible with McCoy.

Emma Frost has posed:
    Emma pets softly, her finger slowly falling into the fur, but stopping when she finds his skin. It's warm. So warm. Her fingers aren't sharp, but they're not pliant like most fingers, and they're quite cool. She anticipates this and doesn't move her fingers just yet. "I'm sure he's around. If you'd like to go find him instead of talking to this crazy diamond lady, I'd understand."

    "I don't think he's hiding from someone like yourself. I'm certain he would go seeking you. Us, out."

Vorpal (87) has posed:
Vorpal senses the cool temperature of her fingers, and for a moment feels sorry for her, as he remembered that she said all she could feel was temperature. He reflects briefly that that would definitely be a rather unhappy lot, especially if you hated being cold. He makes a note of suggesting some alpaca-wear, which could keep someone warm... although, would it work on someone who didn't emit body heat?

He was notoriously bad at science. He wan't good at it before, and the few things he was good at got rather worse when his consciousness received an add-on from Wonderland.

"Eh, you're not crazy. Trust me, I come from Crazytown. You're not crazy... now, the Queen of Diamonds? Totally nanners. You don't want to go near her. Fortunately, she can't come here. Fortunately for everybody on this side of the rift, I mean."

He shrugs, "I don't mind chatting with ya. I should try to find him, though, it's sort of important. And if I find him, I can also let him know that you need to see him, too. I haven't been here since I transfered out in the Summer, but I can always come by and chat with you over the weekends if you feel the new student blues. It's always hard, fitting in a new place. Even when it's a place that's aimed towards helping to fit in for people who usually tend not to fit in."

Emma Frost has posed:
    Emma slowly starts to pet the young man, her fingers going wide and slighly against the grain but she's slow and caring in that stiff, cold hand. "Oh, I'm n- Thank you Thomas." Grace says with a soft smile as she pulls her hand away from his back and moves it to her shiny lap. "Go find the good doctor I'll be around." She smiles.

Vorpal (87) has posed:
"You betcha!" Vorpal reaches into his jacket as he stands up, and takes out something. A card.
"Here's my email, if you want to chat sometime. I've got a friend who just recently came into the school, so I'll be checking in now and then, too."

He grins and gives her a pilot salute, for no particular reason. "Stay put for the next hour or so. If I find Dr. McCoy, I'll bring him here. If not, you can always try trapping him by placing a booby trap around a cheesecake slice in the kitchen." At least that's what Jacky told him. He has reasons to suspect the account was not factual.

"And chin up. It'll get better, you'll see."

With a grin, he turns and heads out to try and locate Dr. McCoy. It was initially a goal- now, it was a mission.