Veins like a roadmap.

[hostage]

WHO: Jesse Pinkman & Emma Frost
WHERE: Emma's office at Xavier School for imPorts
WHEN: March 24, a few hours after this & this
WHAT: Jesse's updating the headmistress on his situation.
WARNINGS: Talk of nonconsensual use of psychoactive chemicals.

[As soon as Jesse's sure Walt won't be waking up for a few hours at least, he creeps out of his dorm room and locks the door. It's well into morning now, and getting close to the time Jesse ought to be reporting for duty in the infirmary. Whether he will or he won't will depend on Emma, so he makes his way straight to her office. He's so overwhelmed by everything that's going on, his head feels like it's buzzing. Can she even read his thoughts if he can't seem to organize them himself? Well, they'll find out.

He taps quietly at her door once he's reached it. Please be in.]

Comments

[myownbestfriend]

[Look, Jesse, Tony Stark installed the security here and she's only mostly certain he's not recording. Emma is not going on even probably-imaginary record offering to commit crimes.]

I've [slept with] met diplomats. That's not something you want to be advertising.

[Emma remembers her coffee and takes a bigger swig than is really consistent with her ladylike persona.]

Take the day off. The students can probably manage not to inflict any mortal wounds on themselves for that long.

[She's not actually convinced of that but she's willing to play the odds.]

[hostage]

If they do, gimme a call and I'll get back here.

[Cleaning up Mr. White's mess isn't as important as the kids.]

[myownbestfriend]

They won't. Go.

[She makes a shooing motion, the bangles on her wrist clinking.]]

Call if you need help. If you're loud enough I'll pick it up telepathically even if I'm not paying attention.

[Emma knows Jesse well enough at this point that she can listen for him without having to concentrate on it, the sort of subconscious awareness that lets someone tune out a noisy room until someone they know speaks.]