Owner	Pose
Alice	The Little Costume Shop, right next to a chinese cleaning company in Flatbush, is open for all but some hours in the early morning. Once, this was the Spot Alice did work for during High School, and then after it. She had spent some years at Xaviers and just freelanced for them, making props and stuff on comission basis. Now, it was the place she was jobbing for again, back to the workshop and at times the counter. Not in the same setup she once had. It's more a filler. Wearing a red blouse and a jeans skirt, she just leans onto the counter, idly watching the street outside as she scribbles on a notepad.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost isn't prone to going to conventional shops. On the contrary, she tells designers when she'll stop by and expects to be accomodated. However, she had taken some interest in the young mutant before her sojourn in Europe and, now that she's returned, she decides to see if the young woman is still interested in making herself useful. She wears a full white pantsuit with stunning heels trimmed in jewels, a platinum watch and frosted nails. "You're going to ruin your posture like that. Back straight," she says upon entry.
Alice	Alice was about to stand back up when the door opened with a ringing sound, giving a little smile to the white haired woman. "Welcome to..." she starts when she is reprimanded, her back straightening out. "Eh, yes. As I was saying, Welcome to the little costume shop... Wait, Miss Frost?" She brushes a streak of hair back behind her ear before continuing. "Has been a bit since I saw you back in the school. "What can I do for you? Looking for a new costume or something? I remember you coming though that door some years ago for a corset or something."
Emma Frost	Emma Frost looks around with an obvious expression of disdain, a hand on her hip as she approaches the counter. "I'm here looking for you, of course. You can't imagine I want..." she pauses, gesturing vaguely around the shop, "Any of this." "Put simply, I think you have potential. You haven't begun to explore the potential of your powers and you're painfully naive, but there's no reason to have a mutant soiling herself with...retail," she says, wincing visibly. "You can do better."
Alice	"Well, this is like one of the last costume shops in town that make custom stuff and I don't do retail. I do the workshop." Alice remarked, blowing a streak of red hair back out of her face. "It's like sculpting. And you should quite well know that I ain't X-men material. I suck in the Danger room. I men, I never managed to complete a test in there by myself and in most I was a bother anyway." Propping her arms into her hips a little, she raies her eyebrows. "Better than earning some cash while waiting for responses and comissions? Like, aspiring to become a hero when the best I manage is filling the backup line to stabilize people and then failing to stop that Wilson guy from going all bonkers because he cut off his foot?"
Emma Frost	Emma Frost frowns, "There is far more to life than the X-men. While I myself count myself among their number, I was far from a failure long before I joined them. If anything, I'm doing them a favor by allowing them to avail themselves of my services," she says. She pokes around the shop idly, tugging at things here and there, "Tolerance for Wade Wilson is not one of my virtues. He should be attended to by hyenas, in a perpetual feast for scavenger appetites, not allowed to carry firearms," she sighs. "I can certainly find you better work, at an actual fashion house, making real couture for a great deal more money with your skills. Beyond that, I can find uses for your powers beyond that, no doubt, which might make you formidable in your own ways, albeit not in the conventional fashion," she says. She didn't know how much stomach the girl might have for hurting people and wouldn't provide examples too quickly.
Alice	"Actual fashion houses work with actual seamstresses. Which means they use actual pins and needles." Alice remarked with a shudder. "That's like a whole house of horror." Gesturing to the employees-only door, she moves over to it, showing the access to the workshop. "Want a coffee? I know I might need one." The Workshop itself has some machinery, but the thin dust layer on some of the machines hints that Alice doesn't use those that are normally used to shape foam and plastic sheets. And it is quite devoid of pins, needles or even nails to keep notes to the wall. Pouring a cup of black coffee for herself and adultering it with suggar, she brushes the hair back again. "Conventional fashion would be a torture, Miss Frost... Really. Balenophobia."
Emma Frost	Emma Frost sighs, "If you don't want my help, I'm more than happy to withdraw it. I have no interest in convincing you to be more than what you are. I am offering opportunity. Take it or not, as you please." "If you are content fashioning taffeta for drag queens, more power to you," she suggests, clasping her hands together as she steps back into the workshop, keeping her hands to herself at the presence of dust. "If you are uncomfortable with convention, then do something unconventional, I suppose."
Alice	"I didn't said I don't want help." Alice answers, brushing over her face. "In the last week I made about half a dozen E11 Blasters. I can almost make those in my sleep, but they sell well. But rarely a drag queen. But... well, yea, being the prop-shop for a costume rental and sales is kind of unconventional solution, isn't it?" "Well, what kind of unconventional solution in fashion is it then?"
Emma Frost	Emma Frost sighs, "I suppose that it is. I wouldn't consider it dignified or particularly stylish, but if taste isn't particularly a concern - and it should be, but I cannot force taste upon you - then this is...something, I guess?" she says a bit limply, tucking her blonde hair behind her ear. She holds up a hand, "No, I'm not making any more suggestions. You know your own capabilities and desires, I won't impose my own. I'm not sure what an...E11 Blaster is, but it doesn't sound like anything I'd want to know about."
Alice	Alice chuckles a moment as she reaches into a box to toss a plastic thing onto the workbench that looked like one of those sci-fi movie rifles. "That's an E11 Blaster. A silly prop that's rather liked by some fans that costume and stuff to all look like the badly shooting legion in white." Walking along the boxes and racks, she taps her chin as if remembering something, finally pulling a cardboard box out from under a shelf and putting it onto the counter. "You never managed to pick this one up and when I wanted to delive it back then, you weren't in house... Eh..." She flushes a little. "You didn't mean to offer the same gig from back then, did you? That peronal Seamstriss thing?"
Emma Frost	Emma Frost opens the box and examines more closely, "Ah, yes. This is a lovely bit of work, yes," she says. She has a good eye for her own measurements and can see clearly that these are accurate to her body. She maintains her form with religious control, after all. "I can still use you for that," she says with a hint of a smile. "But that's hardly enough for you to make a living on. But if you're willing to continue to supplement yourself with...this," she says, again, gesturing around, "I'd be perfectly happy to make use of your talents."
Alice	Alice says, "Sure, I mean, if you don't mind me doing contract work for others, I can make your stuff a steady gig." Alice noted, picking up the piece of clothing to reveal a second one underneath, just that isn't really matching to Emma's measurements. "You had asked me to adjust it to my measurements, couldn't really bring it over me to ruin the original. Take it, I mean, you had paid for it handsomely." There is a little flush on her cheeks as she holds out the corset to the woman."
Emma Frost	Emma Frost smiles thinly, "So long as you're discreet, I hardly care what you do," she says mildly. "Ah, yes, proper Club attire for you. Interpersonal politics have made the Club somewhat less of a priority to me now, but still...it should look good on you. And I still make my presence known, now and again. I'll take you sometime, if only to show off the corsets."
Alice	Alice says, "Well, if anything, I might prefer to give it a hint of color though. Red maybe." Alice answered as she put the old work down again, back onto the other. "I mean, not for yours. I just don't think all white is my style. When do you think might be a good day?""
Emma Frost	Emma Frost raises an eyebrow, "Wearing white within the Club is a mark that you're under my protection. I cannot compel you to wear it, but dressing otherwise leaves you open to others seeking to engage you. I will not forbid it, but some members of the Club are both formidable and not to be trusted," she says. "When I decide it is a good day," she says simply in response to the question.
Alice	Alice nods a she brushes her hair back a little. "I see. I guess then keeping it simple is better. Do you need my number to call?" For a few moments she searches the bench, picking up a clear card of plastic, in which her name and number are seeming to float, all inlayed into the center of the solid acrylic chunk.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost takes the card, casually tucking it in her pocket, "I have your number, of course. If I need you, you'll know it," she says simply enough. "I'm not going to tell you to clear your schedule, but if I do call, your schedule is already cleared. Stand me up once and you won't get another invitation," she says, turning on her heel and heading smartly for the door. "Oh, and never disappoint me," she says, as a general statement. "I do hate to be disappointed."
Alice	"I will remember that." Alice noted, seeing her to the door, holding it open for the other mutant.