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Post by Kappa on Dec 20, 2021 4:32:54 GMT
Emma Frost would tell anyone who bothered listening that she dumped Scott Summers. ...The Truth? Scott went back to the bubble butted redhead, Jean Grey! Still, ordinarily, that should be the worst part of Emma's week. Instead... "See, we totally look related, Em!" A Raspy Voice insists as he poses to the side. www.gettyimages.com/detail/photo/collage-31-royalty-free-image/631143179?adppopup=trueEmma, looking dumbfounded, sits on a torn up green couch in disbelief. Being sent to an alternate reality where she's a man? No, that's simply a thousand times worse than Cyclops being an idiot! "Can you please drop it?" Emma begs. "I've already accepted you're me!" Ethan Frost, a middle aged surfer, smiles a toothy grin that shows off his crow's feet. "Sorry, just teasing ya a little, Em!" Ethan laughs, sitting down on a recliner with a loud grunt. "Gaaah, don't get old, Em! Don't get old!" Emma sighs. Why does that moron insist on that ridiculous nickname?! "So, any plans while you're in this neck of the woods, Em?" Ethan asks with a remote in hand. "No, and can you stop calling me that, please?" Ethan looks puzzled. "What, Em?" Emma nods with a disgusted look on her pretty face. "Yes. I don't care for it." Ethan laughs. "Man, I must be getting old! There was a time when all the ladies would be head over heels for my little pet names!" Ethan frowns. "Guess I've lost my charm?" "I suppose." Emma responds cruelly. "Rawr! Kitty has claws!" Ethan laughs. "Speaking of Kitty. Hey, wanna get some breakfast?" Emma batts her eyes. What she wants to do is return to her own reality. That being said... *gurgle* "I'll take that as a yes!" Ethan laughs as Emma blushes. "You're in for a treat, sister, Kitty makes the best breakfast burritos in town!" Emma scowls. What awaits her this morning?! What kind of hell is this world where she's a man?!
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Post by Kappa on Dec 20, 2021 14:09:24 GMT
Pryde's Diner had a rustic charm Emma found quaintly dull. As if she was sent backwards in time to a truck stop in the '50s. Yet, as Emma felt dragged to the past, Kitty appeared more so in the future. www.gettyimages.com/detail/photo/mature-waitress-working-behind-counter-stacking-royalty-free-image/702543093?adppopup=trueHer blues eyes batt in disbelief at the middle aged woman stacking coffee cup lids. Kitty looked so tired and old! Her hair so white! Her body so frumpy! What kind of reality is this?! "The Usual, Ethan?" Kitty shouts from the counter, her voice haggard in tone. "You know it, Kit-Kat." Ethan winks. Kitty eyes Emma up and down, a scolding look on her lightly wrinkled face. She rolls her eyes, a rag lifted up and resting on her left shoulder, shaking her head and turning towards the kitchen. "What was that about?" Emma wonders. "She thinks you're too young for me." Ethan laughs. Emma's eyes lit up, her mouth forming a disapproving frown. "Relax, I let her know telepathically you're me." Ethan promises. "Jeez, a single man at my age can't have a little eye candy to show off?!" Emma looks absolutely disgusted as Ethan continues to relax. "How old are you?" Emma wonders, Ethan's mind a steel trap. It amazed Emma how someone so mellow and moronic in appearance could be such a tough nut to crack. "47." Ethan winks. "Don't we look good for 47?" "..." Emma squints her eyes, unsure how to respond. "Let's see, I'm thinking about getting the bacon breakfast burrito. How about I get you the #2 breakfast special with bacon?" "I can order my own food, thank you." Emma huffs. Ethan grins. "Technically, even if I ordered for ya, you'd still be ordering your own food!" Ethan laughs. Emma shakes her head, thinking want a ridiculously lame dad joke that was. "Well, I am a dad." Ethan points out. Emma's eyes lit up in surprise. That hairy oaf can read her thoughts?!
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Post by phoenix10 on Dec 20, 2021 16:20:22 GMT
"Ethan! Ethan!"
Emma turned at the sound of a very out-of-breath but familiar voice. There, waddling as fast as her fat legs could take her, was none other than Jean Grey. She looked older -- and out of shape -- but it was definitely the redheaded bitch who stole Emma's man. Emma's fists balled and before she could think clearly, she sent a telepathic shock towards the redhead that would've killed a lesser telepath. But Jean...well, in any reality, Jean isn't a lesser telepath.
Jean's eyes widened at the sight of the woman who had just attempted to melt her brain. She waddled forward but slower this time. There was a folder and a laptop clamped under her thick, pale upper arm. She blinked her big green eyes and furrowed her brow.
"Um...Ethan? Who the hell is this?"
Ethan smiled his characteristic goofy smile. "This, my good friend, is Emma Frost. Me from another reality."
Jean's eyes narrowed. "And why did she just try to kill me?"
Emma was more or less speechless -- which rarely happened to her. The sight of Jean was so disarming that she had to do something. But it was clear this middle-aged version of Jean was far from the Jean of her reality. This woman looked like she belonged on the playground, chasing a brood of kids. Not on the X-Men.
"I...I thought you were someone else," Emma muttered lowly. "Er...the Jean on my reality."
"Uh-huh." Jean sidled her wide, jiggling rear into the booth, next to Ethan. Her breasts, Emma noticed, were massive beneath her green sweater. She felt a ping of jealously until she noticed the redhead had quite a belly beneath them!
"Emma, this is my...business partner. Jean Summers."
"Summers?! So you're married to Scott?"
Jean smirked and showed off a fat rock on her left sausage ring finger. "Scottie, actually. She's my wife."
Jean put a strong emphasis on that last word. Wife. Emma looked shocked. Jean was a lesbian and Scott was a woman? How much stranger could this reality get?!
"We're working on a graphic novel together. Jean's drawing and I'm writing," Ethan explained. "It's about..."
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Post by Kappa on Dec 20, 2021 21:54:10 GMT
"A Witch, in a fantasy world of castle towns, dragons, and guilds." Ethan explains. "It's called Ms Frankenstein's Adventurer." Jean telepathically shows Emma the image of a big, strong man, dressed in medieval garb, skin a swampy green, chin squared, eyes black as a crow. She also shows the image of a beautiful redhead, a mature beauty, dressed like a Victorian Lady of wealth and class. Her hips wide, her hair in an updo, sporting an umbrella with white gloves up to her elbows. "The story takes place 3 decades after Doctor Frankenstein brings her dead lover back from the grave. They meet in the town of Willows, where he has absolutely no memory of his life with Ms Frankenstein, and are forced to work together in solving a mystery that could destroy the empire of sunflower." Emma yawns, bored, causing Ethan to laugh and Jean to scowl. Showing off the deep wrinkles around her forehead. www.gettyimages.com/detail/photo/smiling-redhead-mature-woman-royalty-free-image/651017432?adppopup=true"You could be a little nicer about it." Jean lectures. "You don't have to like our story, but you could be nicer about it." Emma rolls her eyes. Jean continues to look annoyed. Ethan can't help but see a little bit of himself in Emma. Back when he was more more uppity and pretentious! "For what it's worth, I'm not that familiar with graphic novels." Emma points out. "But, I'd imagine your story would be considered interesting and unique to those interested with things like that." Jean raises a puzzled brow and looks at Ethan. "I can't believe that's you." Ethan shrugs. "Eh, you know what they say about critics. You're always gonna be your worst!" Ethan laughs. "I guess." Jean looks at Kitty from the kitchen with a big burrito in hand. She sighs, shaking her head. "You knew I wanted to share an omelette." "We could share this." Ethan reasons. "But you knew I wanted an omelette." ... Emma can't help but wonder what there relationship was. Ethan said friend... but that wasn't what she was picking up! "Whatever." Jean shakes her head. "I have to get back to school. Did you at least order my orange juice to go?" "..." "Ethan!"
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Post by Kappa on Dec 22, 2021 0:20:44 GMT
After breakfast, Emma had a lot of questions to ask Ethan. Questions like, why was his van so filthy, why did Kitty pinch his butt as a tip, why did the freeway exit say 220 miles to New Amsterdam, what happened in Ethan's life that made him such a slacker. But, the biggest question Emma couldn't help but ask...
"What exactly is your relationship with Jean?!" Emma blurts out as Ethan exits on a ramp. His engine popping, his radio staticky.
Ethan laughs, making Emma uncomfortable. She wanted a cut and dry answer. What was taking him so long?
"She's my work partner." Ethan explains. "... And the mother of my children."
"What?!" Emma's jaw drops from shock. "You can't be serious?!"
Ethan continues to laugh, stopping at a red light, his left blinker on.
"Yeah, we have 4 kids together. Rachel, Madeline, Natalie, and Hope." Ethan explains. "Jean works a Child Care Worker at Xavier Elementary. I'm actually suppose to pick up the kids later in the day. Um... mind coming with me?"
"... Do I want to meet your kids?" Emma raises a puzzled brow.
"In a way, aren't they our kids?!" Ethan jokes, making Emma's stomach turn.
"Don't worry, I don't pick up the rugrats till 5." Ethan assures. "Till then, how about I find you a place to stay? Unless you want to crash at my pad while you're in this universe?"
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