Sep. 14th, 2017 09:45 pm
xp_whitequeen: (Bored. disbelieving)
Yes, Adrienne has gone to Muir.

No, I am not going either postal or hysterical about it.

No, I won't be talking or thinking about it.

No, don't ask me questions about it.

Yes, I am keeping busy.
xp_whitequeen: (black and white)
For anyone who no longer wants to think about spiders, I offer this tidbit.

I'm currently in the process of organising renovations of my private bathroom at Frost Enterprises. Because of this, I receive and peruse rich people brochures for bathroom fittings.

So, this:

I am fairly certain that if I knew the entire city could look up at night and see me having a pee on the toilet I decided to install in the middle of my glass-walled living room, I would also look that bloody wistful.

Rich people are very strange. This is true, no matter what Warren tries to tell you differently.

I tried

Jun. 25th, 2017 03:41 pm
xp_whitequeen: (queen)
I really did try and do the classic day lazing around the pool, but whoever thought Jackie Collins was in touch with the lifestyles of the rich and infamous was very, very wrong.

I apologise to whoever it was who was underwater at the time I gave in, and nearly received Lucky in the face. But after 75 pages, I had to consign it to its deserved fate.
xp_whitequeen: (minx)
Is the most delightful name ever.

And yes, I shall be purchasing it and it will be joining my extensive, museum quality personal archive of Victorian-era pornography.

A well-brought-up lady must have hobbies, after all.


Mar. 12th, 2017 09:33 pm
xp_whitequeen: (robotics)
There's always so many things to keep a mind's eye on.

A mind's eye and a number of useful assets. 
xp_whitequeen: (queen)
It appears I've managed to work through the night and into my birthday again.

I will be working from my suite in the Mansion from around midday today. There will be a formidable amount of French cheese, French wine and French champagne accompanying me, if anyone would care to drop in and share a toast to the passing of time.
xp_whitequeen: (haughty)
Apparently there is a meme that has been travelling around social media recently that says that no-one is going to stand up at your funeral and say "she had a really expensive couch and great shoes".

If there isn't at least half an hour of my funeral devoted to my shoe collection, preferably with an audio-visual presentation and some form of presentation booklet, I am coming back from the dead to demand answers from all of you. Particularly Adrienne and Doug. And possibly Jenny. Maybe Wanda.

Why yes, I'm back from my holiday now, though I'm at Frost Enterprises for a little while longer. I hope nothing too exciting happened while I was gone. Feel free to let me know if it has.

Thank you

Jul. 15th, 2011 02:49 am
xp_whitequeen: (Default)
Thank you for the birthday wishes everyone and the delivery, Doug. I apologise that I haven't been able to take the messages in person or visit the office more often lately. I have some delicate family business to attend to and it is occupying a considerable portion of my attention.

xp_whitequeen: (minx)
Rich men gave me prizes tonight. Apparently for my excellent services to industry. I wore something white and glittering and sheer and listened to exactly what services they wished me to perform. Them and their trophy wives. Some of them were quite - inventive.

I drank champagne and cognac and ate fine French food and celebrated vive la France.

Then I dropped in on the Brownstone to catch up with some work and I find my staff have decided that it's pantsless o'clock and to raid all of the liquor cabinets.

So, would any of you drunken panting pantless singing heathens care to worship Auntie Em at half past her birthday?

Oh Yves

Jun. 2nd, 2008 11:48 pm
xp_whitequeen: (queen)
The man made poetry framed around a woman's body.

A perfect gentleman. I remember him sewing me into my dress the day Frost Enterprises opened its Paris office.

If anyone is looking for me, I shall be drinking fine cognac and mourning the fact that the world has lost an artist.
xp_whitequeen: (queen)
Everything they say about the weather in this blighted country is true. Raining one second, clear blue skies the next.

We're safe, we're having fun, we're drinking tea and inhaling second hand smoke. Just thought I'd let you know.

xp_whitequeen: (decadence)
Students, your attention please;

Spring break is coming up. I've been speaking with the other teachers, and I understand that a couple of our European students would like to take the opportunity to go home for a few days. I was planning to take a trip to Europe anyway during the break, so I've volunteered to act as travel chaperone.

Oh, but wait. There's more. The promise of in-flight champagne has been enough to lure Warren and Shinobi along for the trip, and with three responsible adults - no laughing at the back, please - we're allowed to bring a few more of you along. Yes, apparently there are rules about that sort of thing, and apparently we're going to abide by them.

So, this is your sign up sheet. If you're interested, let me know. Once I know how the numbers are shaping up, we can talk about money. The current plan is to fly to London - it's in England, darlings; you probably saw it in an episode of Friends once - but all requests will be considered.
xp_whitequeen: (get educated with emma)
Master de la Rocha, Master Shaw, report to my office at your nearest convenience, please. I need to discuss something with the pair of you.
xp_whitequeen: (relax with emma)
I'm not a student counsellor, but if anyone does need any dating advice or safe sex tips, do let me know. It seems some of you may need the help.
xp_whitequeen: (Default)
I have become so very good at not sleeping. It's necessity, I suppose. I have a lot of work to do. I have an excellent team running Frost Enterprises, but it still requires a lot of my attention. The school comes before even that. The students come first.

So I rarely sleep for more than a bare handful of hours a night, if that. As a telepath, I've developed my own meditation techniques for suppressing fatigue. Thankfully, I'm far too beautiful to require beauty sleep. I think it may be my tertiary mutation.

I don't need much sleep, and I can't afford much sleep.

And I never get much sleep.

Ever since what happened at the Academy, I've found I don't want to sleep. Perhaps because I slept for months thereafter. Maybe I did all my sleeping at once?

The psionic landscape changes when everyone is sleeping, and at night I can feel the beats shifting all around me. I'm almost never the only one still awake in the small hours, but I enjoy being one of the few. I enjoy being in a position to meet them when they come, whoever they may be.

There's always someone coming. The world is a dangerous place.

What happened last night has happened before, and it will happen again. Perhaps not here, but somewhere.

I'll get my sleep when the danger passes.
xp_whitequeen: (get educated with emma)
Students! It's the start of a new school term, so welcome back. And I say that even though many of you just seem to just hang around here like a bad smell. I hope you're all looking forward to another term of learning and enrichment. If you need me, I shall be in my office with a large martini.

Ah, teaching.
xp_whitequeen: (get nasty with emma)
I read in this morning's Financial Times that Shaw Industries has won a contract to build a new maximum security 'detention facility', which will be used in part to house terror suspects, including those of 'extra-normal ability'.

I wonder who in the world they could be referring to?

They've already nicknamed it 'The Vault'. I must say, I'm positively charmed.

Merry Christmas everybody.
xp_whitequeen: (get nasty with emma)
I apologize if I gave anyone a headache, but in the circumstances, I felt an alert was appropriate.

I can sense that we'll need to practise our drills a lot more in the future. When you hear an alert, that is not the time to go running to the kitchen to find your sister, your boyfriend, your best friend or your stupid damned laptop. When you hear a shelter alert, you head towards the internal shelter areas. When you hear an evacuation alert, you head towards the external muster points. There are absolutely no exceptions.

Now, if anyone needs me, I shall be in the gymnasium showers, scrubbing this infernal charcoal off my veneer. Black is not my color.

I shall certainly need to go clothes shopping in New York this weekend. Let me know who else is coming, and I'll arrange transport and make appointments with the personal shoppers.
xp_whitequeen: (relax with emma)
Your attention please, students. This is Emma Frost. This is not a pre-recorded message, and this is not some burly Englishman muscling in on my account. This is my own sweet, fabulous self, typing with a cracked fingernail and a headache that sadly owes nothing to champagne. I am pleased to report that I am alive and most definitely kicking, and I will not be done kicking for quite some time.

Those surly, beer-swilling hooligans Brian and Peter are with me, and I shall be back at the school some time tomorrow. I would be very grateful if you could update me on the more important details I've missed, and by important, I don't mean which of the boys are the latest to have a lovers' tiff and who broke a vase in the library. Let's start with arrivals and departures and move down the list from there.

There will be much to talk about on my return, including some discussion of giant killer robots. I understand I have some of you students to thank for the fact that I am returning at all. You will be in no doubt as to the depth of my gratitude.

Elizabeth, I'm delighted to have you back among us. Be sure to wear sunglasses when you see me, darling. My brilliance will only blind you again.

Jake, where is that Louis Vuitton attaché case you stole from the back of my limousine in Monaco in 1999, you thieving little dog?

I do so look forward to us all catching up.

I shall never think well of Paris again.

Much love,

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