Made In Japan
Oct. 28th, 2011 06:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
just_a_phaseShe's periodically tempted to pinch her arm to see if she's awake.
This is not happening. She is not on vacation in Japan with Emma Frost.
...She also has not told Emma Frost about this tiny thing called the Path of Destiny that she knows she's technically the head of since Ogun's death. But she's not entirely sure she has to, and that is not a conversation she particularly wants to have ever, if she can avoid it.
It's going to be interesting enough explaining why she has a Japanese passport, as well as an American one.
Lockheed was pissed she didn't let him come in disguised-via-image-inducer cat form, but somehow, she doesn't see a dragon making anything better on this trip.
And that, too, is a rare thing.
This is not happening. She is not on vacation in Japan with Emma Frost.
...She also has not told Emma Frost about this tiny thing called the Path of Destiny that she knows she's technically the head of since Ogun's death. But she's not entirely sure she has to, and that is not a conversation she particularly wants to have ever, if she can avoid it.
It's going to be interesting enough explaining why she has a Japanese passport, as well as an American one.
Lockheed was pissed she didn't let him come in disguised-via-image-inducer cat form, but somehow, she doesn't see a dragon making anything better on this trip.
And that, too, is a rare thing.
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Date: 2011-10-29 03:49 am (UTC)Emma leans against one of the plush, white leather seats in one of Frost International's private jets. She looks up from a stack of financial reports and raises an eyebrow.
"Uneasy, Katherine?" Emma folded the file and set it aside. "You shouldn't be. This trip was your idea, after all."
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Date: 2011-10-29 04:36 am (UTC)She does rub her eyes after a moment, though.
"If you must know, I've been getting migraines. Trust me, I'm more than fine. After all, it's just like," and her lips twitch for some reason, "coming home." Dryly, "We can have girl time, even."
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Date: 2011-11-03 11:58 pm (UTC)She waves over one of the flight attendants - a rather handsome young mutant who possessed one of the world's least useful mutations Emma had ever seen: prehensile nose hair. "A gimlet, please. Straight. And anything my companion wants - perhaps some aspirin?" She looks at Kitty and nods, encouraging her to order whatever it is she might need. The girl time jab will simply have to wait a few minutes.
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Date: 2011-11-04 02:10 am (UTC)Part of it is just...thinking.
"That's part of it. I lost control. I don't have a clue if you know that or not." It's sudden, when she does speak, without looking up. "For about two months. Maybe a little more. I don't actually know, exactly--time was one of those things I lost a sense of. Couldn't get solid. Ever since, they crop up sometimes. Not often. But sometimes. Same kind, though, yeah. They're...memorable."
Which is, in fact, true.
It's just not the entire story, but, well, that's not surprising.
"--And actually, Tylenol, if you've got it," she says with a half smile to the attendant.
...Well, he could always try to imitate Spider-Man's webbing?