Home Economics, Tuesday, period 1

[carbontelepath.livejournal.com]

Upon entering the class room, the students will see Emma standing by her desk, welcoming them all. She is dressed mundanely in a white corset, pants, boots and blazer. Well, mundane for her. Most of the other teachers probably didn't wield a riding crop.

There are six seven tables in the room, with three white boxes on each. In a pile on the middle of the tables are buttons, beads, sharpies, glitter, glue and other decorations. Emma points each student to a table after they've signed the sign in sheet.

When everyone that's going to arrive have, Emma smacks her riding crop against her desk to get everyone's attention and begins talking.

"Welcome to Home Economics! My name is Emma Frost, and I will be your teacher." She sighed for a moment. "I suppose I should tell you that I am a telepath, which means that yes, I really can read your filthy little minds.

Today you have all been given boxes. Decorate them in a way that will make you recognize them, as they will be kept in this room and you will use them to store things in. You will be given a new useful item for each class, and at the end of the semester the boxes will be yours to do with as you please."


(ooc: Syllabus and class list. Wait for the holy OCD is up! Come play!)

Comments

Talk to Emma

[carbontelepath.livejournal.com]

(or think filthy thoughts at her)

Re: Talk to Emma

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"Emma! So lovely to see you!" Jamie said with a grin. "Why'd you leave Xaviers? Jean come back to life and Scott kicked you to the curb?"

Re: Talk to Emma

[carbontelepath.livejournal.com]

"That harpy is dead! Deader than... I mean. What are you talking--" Emma stopped and got a good look at Jamie. "Oh god. I knew your name sounded familiar! What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in in New York being a dick?"

Re: Talk to Emma

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"And aren't you due for another nose job soon?" Jamie snarked. "I'm still there. Only bigger and slightly less cool."

Jamie gives no argument on being a dick.

"So you? Teaching home economics? Can you even cook? I mean come on!"

Re: Talk to Emma

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Just knew! Miss Frost paid for those.

Re: Talk to Emma

[carbontelepath.livejournal.com]

Emma raised an eyebrow at Annette. "Indeed I did. Would you like the number to my plastic surgeon?"

Re: Talk to Emma

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette blinked. Then gasped and stuttered. "Uh, um, what a great plastic surgeon he is too. But, um, no thanks. I don't like knives." Face red, she stared down at her box.

Re: Talk to Emma

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean eyed the teacher, trying to figure out what he thought of her and the class. On the one hand, really easy on the eyes with an interesting taste in wardrobe that he for one wasn't going to complain about. On the other, telepath, and he wasn't sure he wanted someone walking through his thoughts and he knew Alec didn't.

He sighed. Would've been easier to deal with he decided if she'd just been demon possessed.

Re: Talk to Emma

[carbontelepath.livejournal.com]

Emma gave Dean a puzzled look. What was it about these people and demonic possessions?

Re: Talk to Emma

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean noticed her puzzled look. "What?" he asked bluntly.

Re: Talk to Emma

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

6 sniffed. Brazen hussy. No decorum or modesty whatsoever. If he had to spend an entire semester watching her flaunt her wanton sexuality, he may just vomit.

Still. Time for proper introductions. "You won't get a bead of information from me, so you may as well move onto the other sheep."

Re: Talk to Emma

[carbontelepath.livejournal.com]

Emma blinked at him. "I see. ...And you are?"

Re: Talk to Emma

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

"Number 6," 6 said. "Don't try to get in my head. You won't like what you find."

Re: Talk to Emma

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

River eyed the teacher curiously, while trying to get a peek into her mind. She might even have felt a little competitive, not that she would admit it to herself.

Re: Talk to Emma

[carbontelepath.livejournal.com]

River might get a sharp flash of pink and the image of a brown haired man with red sunglasses before there was nothing at all and Emma is giving her a sharp look.

Re: Talk to Emma

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

"Who's he?" River asked, blinking.

Re: Talk to Emma

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

As soon as she announced herself, Alec went very quiet, mentally. If Emma looked, he was just another soldier with absolutely no thoughts that were anything but obedient and submissive.

Re: Talk to Emma

[carbontelepath.livejournal.com]

Emma did look, mainly because Alec's thoughts were very different from anyone else's in the class. Surely no one were that concerned with decorating their boxes?

She gave him a puzzled look.

Re: Talk to Emma

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

Alec steadfastly did not look at Emma, instead concentrating on his box and how much glitter he could apply to it without it becoming a health hazard.

Re: Talk to Emma

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

Tyler thinks the teacher is hot, in a touch-me-not way.

He also wondered where he could get a riding crop like that. Just to have.

"So you read thoughts?" he asked her, not quite idly.

Re: Talk to Emma

[carbontelepath.livejournal.com]

Emma perked up. Finally, someone normal!

"I do indeed," she nodded, while sizing him up. Perhaps this one...?

Re: Talk to Emma

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

Maia chewed her thumbnail for a moment watching Emma with caution. She was used to telepaths, hell she was semi-dating one but the outfit and the riding crop...now that was something to keep in your line of vision. I wonder if she can just read them or see as well...

Re: Talk to Emma

[bigfat-peter.livejournal.com]

Boobies. Boobies. Boobies.

Re: Talk to Emma

[stykera]

Stark didn't like the idea of people poking around in his head, so he was trying to think quietly. Or trying not think of much of anything. He'd had practice at that, at least.

Re: Talk to Emma

[girlsnamehere.livejournal.com]

JD stared at his teacher. His eyes drift... down. And then fly back up to her face.

I will not think of her naked. I will not think of her naked.

~~~*~~~*~~~
Ms. Frost is crawling across her desk, her corseted bosom pushing up as she licks her lips.

"It's so very hot in here," she pouted. "Can't you help me out of this jacket."

~~~*~~~*~~~

"Uh, uh, uh. Nice jubblies. JACKET! I MEAN JACKET!"

I want to cry.