ext_301119 ([identity profile] carbontelepath.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandom_lounge2007-02-01 10:52 am
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Faculty Lounge, Thursday, noonish

Emma was in the lounge, lounging. And so were her muffins. They weren't lounging though. They were sitting innocently on a table and might in fact be edible this time. Emma was sticking to biscuits and a cup of tea, however. She also had a stack of newspapers by her side.
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[identity profile] guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com 2007-02-01 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
El walked into the lounge after his class, placed his guitar case down under a desk, nodded to Emma vaguely, and poured himself a cup of coffee.

[identity profile] carbontelepath.livejournal.com 2007-02-01 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Emma nodded back and picked up another newspaper.

[identity profile] mouthy-merc.livejournal.com 2007-02-01 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
That would be Deadpool, poking at the pile of muffins with a rolled up newspaper to see if they have gained sentience from being around for so long.

"Are those the same muffins as last time?"

[identity profile] carbontelepath.livejournal.com 2007-02-01 05:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Emma lowered her newspaper to frown at him. "No, they are from today. A new recipe I tried out." She hadn't actually tasted them herself, but at least they looked better this time! That had to count, right?

[identity profile] mouthy-merc.livejournal.com 2007-02-01 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Wade stared at the muffins and was torn.

(Free food, but free food made by Emma Frost. Choices, choices...)

Making up his mind, he lifted his mask and took a bite of one. "What does it taste like burning?"

[identity profile] carbontelepath.livejournal.com 2007-02-01 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Emma hmphed. "Nothing. I can't possibly be blamed for whatever your damaged taste buds might be telling you."

[identity profile] mouthy-merc.livejournal.com 2007-02-01 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"I think I've lost vision in one eye," Wade said, blinking several times.

[identity profile] mouthy-merc.livejournal.com 2007-02-01 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
A few more blinks. "Okay, it's back now." He looked at the muffin and then at Emma. "You do know that they have mixes for these, right? Even you can't screw that up!"

[identity profile] carbontelepath.livejournal.com 2007-02-01 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Emma looked puzzled. "Mixes?" The wonderful world of 'just add water' was a closed book to her.

[identity profile] mouthy-merc.livejournal.com 2007-02-01 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, from that geriatric babe Betty Crocker."

[identity profile] carbontelepath.livejournal.com 2007-02-01 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't understand," Emma said blankly, and looked even blonder than usual.

[identity profile] mouthy-merc.livejournal.com 2007-02-01 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Wade stared. And then continued to stare.

And then stared some more.

(Wow.)

"What are you the telepathic Paris Hilton?"

[identity profile] carbontelepath.livejournal.com 2007-02-01 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"Certainly not. My stocks are in much better standing than hers," Emma informed him. "And Sugar Kane is not my type."
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