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Emma Frost	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	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	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	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	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	"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	"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	"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	"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	"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	"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	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	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	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	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	"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.
Vorpal	Vorpal says, "The opera is ovah. I'm back to my regular sschedule."
Vorpal	Vorpal reaches out to yank Damian's ear "And let's talk about what you wrote on my door at the Tower."
Vorpal	Vorpal says, "To my knowledge there isn't much cursing in opera... but you might want to look at some soap operas, ROgue."
Vorpal	Vorpal says, "Actually, I probably wouldn't be unless I were forced to be."
Vorpal	Vorpal says, "But the Mexican soap operas do have a lot of scenery chewing, too. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OGJAUnNzbhE"
Vorpal	Vorpal watches that scene and... "Wow, that woman must be a powerlifter. She sent a full grown man and another woman just flying across the room."
Vorpal	Vorpal says, "We don't make fun about how you are basically the team's android trying to figure out how to be human, so you could at least be nicer!"
Vorpal	Vorpal says, "That was a VERY appropriate bean. When you think about it."
Vorpal	Vorpal says, "Do not make me push the ABBA button, you two."
Vorpal	Vorpal hides his ABBA international fan club membership card. "This had a different outcome than I thought..."
Vorpal	Vorpal says, "... funny story. When I was at an opera festival, we decided to watch Mamma Mia. It was me, and a bunch of sopranos and mezzos."
Vorpal	Vorpal says, "I kid you not, I was the only guy there. And every guy who wandered into the commons did a one-eighty and ran outta there."
Vorpal	Vorpal says, "That is the ONLY Andrew Lloyd Webber musical I consider not a bunch of oozing sewage."
Vorpal	Vorpal says, "... even CATS. And I had friend in the Broadway cast XD"
Vorpal	Vorpal says, "I saw it four times. Because... again, friends in the cast. Keith was playing Macavity/Plato, and he sent me ticket so...."
Vorpal	Vorpal looks at Kaydin. "Kaydin, I *am* the Cheshire cat. My less cooler brother is that guy who walks around pretending to be Catman. Totally."
Vorpal	Vorpal says, "I managed to sit through Cats thanks to one thing and one thing only."
Vorpal	Vorpal says, "Nno. I kinda had a crush on one of the cast members and we'd been talking for a while."
Vorpal	Vorpal says, "And then when he made his move I BLEW IT in the most epic and idiotic way possible."
Vorpal	Vorpal says, "I live witht the curse of being a lyric tenor. Puccini is forbidden territory for me."
Vorpal	Vorpal says, "I've gotten offers to sing Rudolpho, but that's how you start down the dark side of singing things that are way too big or your voice. That's what killed Carreras' voice, and wrecked Pavarotti."
Vorpal	Vorpal says, "I'm like.... why doesn't Angel get to come back? I MEAN, WHY?"
Vorpal	Vorpal says, "If you haven't... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=btoVQLGc5WE it takes place in a reverse world where gay is normal. And this is part of a musical production in highschool to fight heterophobia. But the song... is hilarious. It's like the Seventies somehow got gayer."
Vorpal	Vorpal says, "I had no idea she had come up with more crazy."
Vorpal	Vorpal says, "I think you might disown me for my opinion on Wagner."
Vorpal	Vorpal says, "Well, that goes without saying. But as a composer, I meant."
Vorpal	Vorpal says, "Don't get me wrong, he writes sublime music, but he's probably one of the worst stage directors in the history of history. He has terrible notions of pacing, and everything moves at the speed of continental drift."
Vorpal	Vorpal says, "Fao: Here's my voice teacher singing with Podlesh, Podlesh is one of thoe subterranean contraltos. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=io9tO4ySQxk"
Vorpal	Vorpal says, "But nowhere near as badly as when Maria Ewing decided she could sing Salome."
Vorpal	Vorpal says, "A mozart mezzo-soprano suddenly deciding she was a dramatic soprano and tried to sing Electra. Rome was less of a dumpster fire."
Vorpal	Vorpal says, "And the met put it on DVD. Because why not."
Vorpal	Vorpal reaches out with a fingertip to touch Buttercup on the shoulder and see if there is an explosion.
Vorpal	Vorpal says, "Alice... I have something that you must watch. Can you watch it on your phone?"
Vorpal	Vorpal says, "Because I have a dark homunculus for you to see: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zD3swlmflHI"