Summary:After having met Jane Roe a couple days ago and having made contact again, Emma is in for a ride into the mind of her. Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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Emma did her best to feign surprise when she got the call from the strange girl she met on the street, but in the end, she really wasn't. She played the part though, all the same, and invite the young St. Roe to meet her at her temporary home in the penthouse of one of New York's most luxurious hotels. When the girl arrives, she'll be expected, and led up to the secure floor as if she didn't look completely out of place.
Once inside, Emma invites her to sit by the huge window over looking the city in the sitting room where two chairs have been setup to face each other over a table. On the table, is a tea set, and once the two are settled, the blond pours herself a glass, "Tea before we get started Ms…" and then she smirks, "You know, you still haven't formally introduced yourself."
"I havn't, that's true. Jane Roe, that's what I go by." the hacker answers as she settles into the chair, leaning backwards, the bag put to her side. In the silence of the room, the slight whirring and sirring coming from it is barely noticeable, but it is there. Some fan spinning. "It seemed like you were distressed as we parted… did you see something you didn't expect in my mind?" Her eyebrowslowly raises as she seems to tax the older woman.
The molten silver surface of the sea seems silent, just reflecting the glimmering and gleaming of the sky above, no signs of the monstrous waves of the day before…
Emma pours a second cup of tea, and slides it over to Jane before picking hers up and settling back in the overstuffed, opulent chair, one leg crossing over the other, "It's very nice to meet you, Jane," she says before taking a sip, "I'm glad you decided to call me." another sip, and then she places the cup down on a small side table next to the chair, "And you're right. I did see something in your mind. Something I haven't really seen before. Something that was, to use terms you might understand, hard to look at. So I didn't. Not deeply. Not without your permission. It wouldn't have been good for us, on our first meeting, and I felt I had already overstepped what you were comfortable with." She pauses, and takes in a deep breath and lets it out slowly, "You have an unusual mind."
"I don't know if it is good to look at it at all. And I have no idea what you saw at all, so you have me at a disadvantage here. For all I know, you looked like you saw a ghost of some kind, and you didn't expect that." Jane says, her eyes on Emma and Emma alone, no look spent to the cup on the table. Her left hand idly reaches down to the bag she brought, picking up something thin from a side pouch and coming back up with it between the fingers. A flat piece of paper of sorts, silver lines embedded on one side, a peel off on the other. An RFID. A chip that just contained a hard coded serial number and a long antenna around, so one could induce current and have it send its number back. "An unusual mind… probably less unusual than yours. Or at least evenly matched."
"Not a ghost. More like a Web. Fine little threads intersecting and diverging, making a picture of sorts. But it's more than that, I think, and if I had to guess, it was just a representation that my mind used to make sense of something so unfamiliar." Emma smiles and retrieves her cup to take another sip, and this time, she keeps it in her hands while she looks over at the other woman, unafraid of making, or even maintaining eye contact, "You are right though, that we share that in common. I don't mean to be immodest, but I am one of the most potent telepaths on the planet. You, however?" There's something knowing in Emma smirk, "You are something else. Someone who doesn't care for labels, clearly, but also a girl with talents. I would very much like to know the extent of those talents. It might help me make senses for what I saw. And what I may see."
A short chuckle comes from Jane as she peels the yellow side off from the tag without looking at it, just slightly bending it to aid in getting the protective cover off the sticky side. "You want to test me? Do yourself two favors: skip the genetic tests, they always come up corrupted, no clue why, and don't even try to get me into an MRT. The one time I tried was the worst headache ever." A moment she breaks the eye contact, just long enough to coordinate her hand with the table, the sticker ending up on the side of the cup as she puts it onto her armrest. Then her eyes return to Emmas, and she lifts the cup without any extra coordination look. As if she knew exactly where the cup was placed…
"Oh, you have nothing to worry about there. Biology is of little interest to me, as I'm sure you can understand. My education, and my passions lay with the mind, and there is very little a technological scan could tell me that I couldn't glean for myself." Long, painted nails drum idly on the side of her cup as she considers the girl again, Emma's head tilting slowly from one side to the other, "Now. What is it you just did, hmmms? With the cup? Tests can come later, but for now, we can just talk. I want you to be comfortable with me, as that makes anything that comes next much, much easier. For the both of us."
"That? I just tagged it. You know, like one tags a picture of you with 'Emma Frost' 'faux blonde' 'bleached brunette' 'Buxom' 'blue eyes' 'athletic' 'female' and whatever you are wearing. Only that the tag there only is a number. Nothing else." Jane explains, explaining what she did, but pretty much omitting why. That she could feel where the tag was didn't seem to matter for her anyway.
That elicits an arched eyebrow from Emma, and her lips tighten just a bit before she responds, "And now look at who is a fan of labels, hmms? I'm going to just assume, for the sake of our budding relationship, that you weren't trying to be malicious when you chose to use two descriptors for my hair." Tap tap tap goes her nails on her teacup before she takes another sip, and sets it down again, "So, moving right along, I suppose my next question is why. Does tagging that cup connect you to it in some way? Does it have something to do with your powers, or is it something simpler, like a compulsion, perhaps? A way to bring order to a chaotic world, perhaps?"
A chuckle comes back from Jane as she taps her temples a moment. "The shimmer of darker hair is hard to hide, unless you do almost daily hairjobs. Just enough to be seen there to know it's not blonde by nature." The stream of extra questions she answers with a raised eyebrow before the face smoothes again. "How about pile C - lots of reasons? The classic cup swap like in the Princess Bride doesn't work if you mark your cup. And an RFID allows to estimate distance to it from a static location, which means that my little laptop can estimate a movement profile from it. And then of course I could track it down through the hotel to the cleaning kitchen, then the removed RFID down the drains to sewer treatment, allowing to do some reaearch on the movement of htem staff and the workings of the sewers. Also feels it just feel right." And nevertheless, she stretches her hand out to grab the cup without even looking at it, her eyes on Emma the whole time. As if she knew where the cup was without looking.
"Darling, the amount of money I spend on stylists would make you weep." Emma grins at first, but as she listens, there's an ever so slight glazing over of her eyes that doesn't quite fade until Jane is done talking, "Well now, I guess that means I was at least partially correct when I assumed your powers were related to technology. How very interesting." She leans in then, arms folding over her knees, her large blue eyes staring intently now on the other woman, "Tell me, how long have you been able to do what you do? When did your abilities manifest? How did that effect the way people around you saw you, and treated you? I imagine we have much more in common than you think, particular skill sets aside. I would very much like to understand you better, and finding some common ground would be a very good start, don't you think?"
The stream of questions gets a shrug out of Jane. "I can not remember a day I couldn't do what I can do today. But then again, I can't remember any day before summer of last year. So there's been no day I know of that society cared or shunned me - and frankly, nobody ever learned enough to care. For all I know I appeared on an airport taxi stand from thin air."
That has Emma's eyes opening wider, and has her leaning back in her chair again, hands gripping the edge of the arm rests lightly, "So less than a year? And you remember nothing?" Perfectly manicured nails drum on the overstuffed leather of the chair, "And have you met many others like us? Or, more to the point, anyone like me? Anyone that could maybe help you recover your past?" Emma's head cants to the side, "That is, if you want to remember? There might be a very good reason why you don't. I've seen it before, rare as it may be." A pauses, "Either way, I think it's safe to say you didn't just appear out of thin air. Even for our world, that may be a touch to crazy, don't you agree?"
"I don't know if there's an us… or just a me and separate your people. You'd be the first Telepath that opens to me, pretty sure also the first one claiming to be homo superior." Jane remarks, her gloved fingers lifting in a vague gesture of 'what does it matter'. "Most days I work over the net anyway, so I don't usually meet a lot of people in person." A couple moments she is silent as she takes a sip from the cup, again, perfectly aware of its position despite not giving it a look. "No camera saw me come there. No passport of a person not accounted arrived on any plane. No taxi driver dropped me off, no bus driver rememberd me on his tour. Even in this world as it is, there is not a single trace how I got there."
"Technology, great as it is, is easily manipulated, but I don't think I need to tell you that, now do I?" Emma grins, and takes in a deep breath as she sits up just a bit straighter, "The mind is something else entirely, and there are precious few that can do the sort of things I can do. You are fortunate to have run into me when you did, Jane, before someone with less altruistic motives found you. Or tried to use you." The telepath moves slowly and gracefully then, refilling her teacup with a precision that borders on ceremony, "If there is anyone who can help you remember what you've forgotten, it is me, child, and lucky for you, I'm one of the good guys." The blond settles back into her chair, saucer in one hand, teacup in the other, "The only question is if you want my help. If you want me to see what there is to find in that pretty little head of yours."
"A better question might be twofold: What's your price… and are you willing to delve into the abyss that you had sent a gaze into and retreated from yesterday." Jane answers, relaxeldy leaned back, her gloved hands interlocking as she leans forward, her elbows on the knees. "I have no idea what might await you there. It could be just a bunch of locked away memories… or it could be a sleeping cosmic horror, only waiting to be woken and devour the world." Her voice is oddly enough matter of factly, as she lays out the possibility, that her mind was possibly a dangerous place to go. "And before I agree to it, I want to know if you are ok with facing whatever might lurk in the depth of my mind. You are the one that knows probably how to deal with Illithids outside of an RPG here."
"Price? I have no price, my dear. I offer to do this for you, because it's who I am. Helping those in need, teaching those who will be our future? That is who I am, now." Emma takes a sip of her tea, and then sets the cup gently back down on the saucer she holds, "As for the risk? I am better prepared now than I was. I won't be going in with over confidence. Your mind may be somewhat alien, but in the end, it can't really be as horrifying as you think it is. Just different. And there is nothing horrifying or wrong with being different. So let me help you become more familiar with who, and what you are."
A long sigh cmes from Jane as she gets up, stepping over to the window to look out, down to the buzzing city. "I may not be a mind reader, but Videogames taught me a mind can be a crazy place. I fully recommend Shin Megami Tensei: Persona. The whole series. Took me about a week to mull them through." Jane chuckles a moment as she turns around, once more shrugging. "So, you want to take a dive into that broken head of mine to see what is in there? Be my guest. Just don't say I didn't warn you that I have no idea what ride you are in for…"
"I'm sure you can tell just by looking at me, sweet child, that I am not one to spend her time playing video games. Not when there are so many other interesting things to experience out there." Emma finishes her tea, and then sets saucer and cup back on the table near the teapot, "Now. This really shouldn't hurt a bit, but it may feel a bit strange. The less you fight it, the easier it will be for both of us." Emma's eyes close, and she brings a hand to her head, fingers just barely resting above her brow, a little bit of showman ship, more than any actually need to do so, "Just relax, and let us see what we can see."
"Mulling through a game is something I do in my sleep pretty much." Jane answers with another shrug as she moves back to the chair, setting down as Emma touches her temple to dive in.
The silver ocean lies there flat as the telepath dives in, just immuminated by the strange amber and green from above. or was it below? Just almost like the day before. Just silver ocean as far as the mental eye could see and silence. utter. dead. silence.
-Isn't this a nice change from the chaos of last time.- comes Emma's voice as she takes her first, tentative steps into Jane's mind, not pushing too hard, just yet, letting the young woman become accustomed to her presence, -Tell me, is this how it is for you normally? Was what I saw last time only a reaction to an unfamiliar situation?- Slowly, so very slowly, the Telepath starts to probe deeper, to explore and test the boundaries of this strange mindscape. To dig, and see just what she can uncover without disrupting the stillness too much.
The silver ocean start to rise again as Emma talks. A huge tidal wave in the distance, almost a mountain of silver shining in the dim light from the odd sky, while a pair of standing waves with a fold between them appears just below. A cold wind pulls over the surface of the ocean towards the monstrous wave, then the waves below part into gurgling, gushing depths of a Maelstrom again. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN?" comes the booming voice, deep like a thundercrack, together with a hot stream of air from the depths of the cavity of the silver surface.
The voice softens a little as the distance between Emma's projection and the visible surface of the silver sea spreads, and also more features become visible. It isn't just the two standing waves that hide the maelstrom, not only the sharm mountain of a wave in one direction, there are a pair of depressions left and right, further away, past the mountain. And to the other side was another wave disturbing the silver flatness of the ocean. There was no echo in this place, nothing to resound the sound, but it was still loud, thundery. Though no sign of anger. "I am not angry. Neither frightened," the words came with a gush of hot wind, as if the stram would carry the words, "nor upset. I am calm."
"Interesting." Emma says as she walks, her metaphorical path taking her deeper into the young woman's mind. And as her projected form continues along it's path, so too does the blond's mind continue it's search for something to give her some sort of insight into Jane. The Girl's past is a good place to start, for a memory before the first Jane is able to consciously remember, "Such an unusual mind." Her path takes her towards unfamiliar features, waves she has seen, but the depressions? Those might prove more informative.
Watched from afar, the silver ocean isn't all unicolor at all. Lighter and darker lines among more dull main color. At the edge of what might be a face, the water reflects green from the sky above, while the valleys that seem to be the eyes appear to be the only spot that catches the amber gold. But as Emma comes down to try to find the past, those features blur away again as the horizon creeps in. The past… is clearly behind the face, under the surface.
"You have been warned" comes the voice with a stream of hot air from the waves again, the swirling maelstrom subsiding for some moments. Then it erupts again from the waters around Emma, the silver liquid opens a void below her. Waves shoot up in an arch and then clash down, closing above like a dragon swallowing the visitor. A quicksilver dragon with jaws as large as a city block.
The dark comes down like a hammer. Cold steel odor and ice caresses Emma's spine. As light returns, the space is walled with mirrors, each panel framed in red neon. Her own face reflected in a cage of red neon. Above, the sky was that mean shade of gray. The "air" had gotten worse; it seemed to have teeth here, and surely it would be wise to wear a filtration mask. The mirrors flicker, change. Other faces peer from the neon forest, sailors and hustlers and whores, all under a poisoned silver sky. One of the mirrors starts to spin. silver phosphenes boiling in from the edge of space, hypnagogic images jerking past like film compiled from random frames. Symbols, figures, faces, a blurred, fragmented mandala of visual information. The mirror became a gray disk, the color of the television tuned in on a dead channel. It begins to rotate faster, becomes a sphere of paler gray. Expanding and flowing, flowering towards Emma like a neat origami trick. Less home, less real, a transparent 3D chessboard extending to infinity. The mirrors around were replaced by other things. A scarlet pyramid burning beyond a conglomerate of poisonous green cubes, and high and very far away faint glowing spiral arms. From somewhere there was a laugh in the odd space…
…while in a white decorated loft a hand clad in black fingerless gloves slowly caressed the temple of the hacker into who's mind Emma had jumped. "Welcome to the other side."
Emma knew she was in for something different than what she might expect in even the most troubled of minds, but this is something new to her all together, and it threatens to overwhelm her before she can steele herself. It's only by pure force of will that the Telepath is able to keep from crying out and being overcome completely, and as the strain of remaining where she is builds, so too does her resolve that she won't be bested by a young girl, "Oh is this all?" comes a Emma's voice at last, as if through gritted teeth, "And here I thought there may be reason to worry." There's little so far in the way of actual information for her to process, and even less context to make sense of what she sees. Despite the strain, she dives even deeper, searching for something to help her, as if she's sure there's a rosetta stone for this mind just waiting to be found.
The mimmering chessboard with its odd markers lay all open to Emma, only her mind limiting her movement as it seemed. At the horizon, a large, gleaming spire appeared, the surface pitted with regular squares, the general style reminescent of the 1930s in its monolithic design, a silver W emblazoned on its center like a crest. Then the mists revealed a much more flat park of buildings, more reminescent of a californian buisiness park, a sharp angle with sme blurry text on the large statue in front of the area. Then a brownstone appeared, windows over windows on the red brick facade, the 5 floors making clear it wasn't just any brownstone. No, a pair of flags hung in front of them, mainly green, so much was easily discernable. Another Spire jumped out from the mist on the horizon, made with elegant arches and a large deck very far up. Blue letters announced something, but that was far away.
As the landscape changed, populated with things, the sky turned into a fractal, broke apart, pictures upon pictures appearing. Not pictures, screens. A barran wasteland full of mutants, someone running through it in a blue suit with a yellow number on the back, shooting his way though the hordes. An landscape covered in ice with valleys full of swamp and green between, people in rur with blue wolves on their round shields fighting people in lorica segmata wearing red and black. Dragons roam the sky. And amng it all someone that might resemble Tigra on a short look. Another screen seemingly white for moments, two figurines on it on black coats. They say something, then racks of weapons emerge from the white nothing. The next screen show some beach, a naked woman waking up on it, spotting some strange diamond shaped thing in her arm glowing, then she dashes for the treeline to smack a tree with bare hands, gather stones and build a pick… only to be eaten by what is clearly a T-Rex dashing from the woods. And then she wakes up anew on a different patch of the island…
With no context, Emma finds herself adrift in the mind of Jane, unable to force the imagery she sees into any even a remotely identifiable narrative. It's a frustration that has been building in the powerful telepath, and finding little to do be done here, she abruptly breaks contact with the young woman's mind.
Back in the real world, the pressure has taken it's toll on the blond, she seems tired, and more than a little stressed. She does her best to hide it, gathering up the teapot and refilling her teacup before settling back against the overstuffed leather couch, "Well now. That was unproductive. You have a very complicated mind, Child. A uniquely complicated mind, in my experience. Piercing through it to find anything of substance will require a large amount of work on both our parts, I think." She watches the younger woman carefully now, and perhaps a little warily, "You say you just awoke like this, one day. What is it exactly you can do again? Do you ever find yourself compelled to use your abilities against any particular person or group, by chance?"
"I never said what I can do. In fact, it was you who always insists that I am so special." Jane answers in the fleshworld, her eyes locked on Emmas. "I can only guess that whatever you saw was much different from how you percieved other people's minds. "I don't use what I can do for or against specific groups. Would that make me better or worse? No idea, but there are things that just are stuff al people should do and stuff all shouldn't. People shouldn't hide away information or hide inherited stolen art and sit on it like a dragon. They shouldn't try to steal pther people's stuff by pulling the victim card either. Act only according to that maxim whereby you can, at the same time, will that it should become a universal law." Kant.
"You showed me how lost you were just in my limbo, so maybe it helps you to understand it if I show you what I can." A couple moments Jane is silent, her eyes scanning the room seeminlgy for the first time, before she gestures with her gloved hands. "That fireplace over there is controlled by the tablet they gave you, right?" she asks, just shrugging a little before waving towards the tablet, not even waiting for an answer. "Take a look if you want." She doesn't move from her seatin, but the tablet starts to be controlled by some unseen finger, the menu to get to the fireplace control popping open, then the switch for it flicks on and inded the gas starts to stream and the ignition turns on the propane flames.
"Different would be an understatement, my dear. You are to different as I am to modest." The Blonde smirks and peeks out over the tip of her cup as she takes a sip, watching the other woman still, keeping her eyes on her, and nothing else in the room, "As for use of your abilities?" She holds the saucer and cup on her lap, "It might have given us some sort of insight into if you were made to be what you are. If someone did this to you so you could act against a particular entity, that would be a clue. Instead," there's a soft sigh, "We're left with nary a bread crumb to follow."
When Jane continues, Emma says nothing, as she has been guilty of more of a few things on the 'shouldn't' list, from time to time, and thankfully, it's demonstration time, which gives the telepath something else to focus on. She turns her head to look over at the tablet, and an eyebrow arches as she watches it move, "Well look at that. Quite handy now a days, I imagine." She looks back over at Jane, "I assume your reach extends to more than just simple manipulation, yes? I wonder if there's a word for you. A…" she grins, "Technopath perhaps?" she takes another sip from her cup and thinks for a moment, "A strange gift to give without purpose. So perhaps you weren't made like this after all. Maybe your lack of memory is related to your powers manifesting? Like a drive being formatted so a new operating system could be installed?" Emma may not be Tony Stark, but she's at least moderately literate with technology, it seems.
"Technopathy? That sounds like someone butchered up telepathy and tries to put the same images over it." Jane answers, shrugging a little bit. "Ever read William Gibson? I mean, Neuromancer, Count Zero, Mony Lisa Overdrive, Johnny Mnemonic or Burning Chrome? Or Halo by Tom Maddox? Some of the pictures described by those are pretty close to how the internet feels. It is not just machines I can control, it is a space to be in. It is… look, if I dive, I just whip out functional code without thinking it, writing it. I just… snip with a finger to get some basic utilities, then combine them. It's kinda… like magic one could say. Technomancy might hit it better than Technopathy." She hasn't lifted her cup since the mind probe, shrugging a little. "But I have no idea if a brain - or my brain - could work that way. I mean, like sending B:/>Format and then engraining a Technosomthing program into it."
"Oh Darling, I was trying to make a joke to lighten the mood. Clearly I've failed, which I will attribute to being, for now, unable to read you." Emma holds her teacup and saucer on her lap still, but nail on her pinky starts to gently tap against the porcelain with an audible clacking sound, "I have, although it was a very long time ago. Mostly I remember reading them trough the minds of others when I was younger and still learning to use my powers to learn things." The blond flashes her crooked smile again, "But still, I think we are not far off. What it sounds like to me, is that you can do very specific things with technology that sound very much like what I can do with a mind. A normal mind, at least. I wonder what would happen if you were to encounter a truly developed AI, and if you'd have similar issues with it, that I'm having with you."
"No idea how I would fare against some ultra AI, but I know that dumpshock hurts a lot." she answers, her face wincing as she remembers the brawl on Times square she was in just a couple days ago. "Ever been in the mind of somebody who was abut to die? I think that's the best comparison to a machine I have dove into being shut down by pretty much pullign the plug. Worst headache ever. So you see, I don't want to go up against an AI in their home turf, even if it is also mine to a degree."
"More than I have ever wanted." Emma says with a hint of sadness, her eyes looking down at one of her booted feet, her smile fading. She's quick to look back up at Jane though, to resume watching the mysterious woman, "But you are right to be wary. I think it is the same, or very similar, when I go into your mind. If there is ever to be a next time, I'll have to be much better prepared, though, I have to admit to wondering if perhaps a more technical approach might be more appropriate. We'll have to see. I'm no stranger to such things, even if I don't have the same access to such resources as I once did." She resumes smiling, her confidence returned, it seems, "A small matter for me, though, and one easily worked around."
Jane shrugs a little, stretching the arms as she reaches for the tea pot to fill her cup, giving it some attention before her eyes return to Emma, her face almost a little stoic. "maybe you could explain me what you saw, so I can like… explain stuff?"
Emma sets down her teacup on the table next to the pot, and then sits back, hands folding over her knee, "I have no idea what I saw, so it's very hard to explain it. An ocean of mercury that would roil without discernible reason. And then something else. A weird place that was a mix of pop culture and real world imagery. Video games, I think, were featured prominently, and that was about the only thing that made sense to me, given how you confessed to enjoying them." The blond woman shrugs, and lets out another little sigh, "The only element that seemed consistent was the seemingly chaotic nature of everything. How it all changed quickly and constantly. If it weren't for bits and pieces I've picked up from the minds of others around me, even the video game images would have been foreign to me. A very, very strange place, your mind. I wonder, do you do anything like a normal girl? Shop? Go to movies? Date boys?"
"I do shop at amazon, and I watch movies. Though I don't think others would enjoy the speed I watch them at. Just like most people would consider me playing through games totally overclocked totally insane." Jane says, reaching for her laptop to open it, waving over the screen to pull up a couple pictures. "A mercury ocean? Sure it was an ocean? Not some lake? I mean, Teotihuacan had a 3D landscape of the surrounding area with all the lakes made up from mercury. And in the tomb of Qin Shi Huang they had a map of china with all the water bodies from mercury. But it could be so much more. Better to look at the other pictures… you said chaothic, but was it really? I mean, the internet looks chaothinc at the top layer, but it is actually ordered in some odd fashion. patters of larger size."
"So we'll just pencil in a 'no' as far as doing normal young adult things, how about." Emma says with a smirk, "What about friends? Any friends? People you spend a lot of time with? You have an apartment or home, somewhere?" Emma does her best to establish a baseline with Jane, to get some idea of who the girl is, and what her day to day life might be like, "I'd hate to assume, though I'm fairly sure I could."
She pauses then, and shifts slightly in her chair, leaning to one side, her legs uncrossing and then recrossing, her white-clad body supported now by an elbow on the armrest, her head supposed by a hand that holds her chin, "Honestly, I'm not sure. I would need to spend more time in there to really know the answer to that. You are right though, in that chaos is in the mind of the beholder. Perhaps I am merely too limited in my understanding to see any patterns, just now. There were themes, but do they speak to anything specific, or was that just how your subconscious contextualizes the world around you, with things and places that are familiar?" She shrugs, "Honestly, I just don't have enough information to make anything other than wild guesses, just yet."
"Does the internet count? I live mobile. Not like bags and camping, mobile home." Jane explains, stretching an arm along the armrest, the gloved fingers hanging crooking up idly, her wrist hanging over the edge. "And how is amazon not normal these days? I mean, comeon, everybody does amazon shopping. It's the pulse of time."
"I suppose I'm just more of a people person, in the end," Emma admits with a sly little smile, "I like that human touch in most of my interactions. And while I'd never be caught dead ordering clothes online, I can see how it is probably considered normal now a days." She taps at her lips with a finger, considering, "Friends online is a little trickier for someone as set in their ways as I am. I'm sure it's perfectly fine, for some, but can it really completely replace real live person to person interactions?" Another shrug, "Time will tell." Emma takes in a deep breath then and lets it out slowly, "What I was trying to get at, and trying to understand, though, is how you interact with the world around you, and you've answered that. Your interactions are online, for the most part. Makes me feel sort of special in a way, as this," She gestures around the pair, "Is likely pretty far from the norm for you."
Jane nods slowly. "Sometimes it can't be helped to go and see people. Like going to gram a bite. But there are ways. Nobody remembers those silent ones in a restaurant that come, order, eat, pay and leave. Nobody remembers those alone. Unlike people wearing spandex or…" the eyes of the hacker wander over Emma's figure, then a little chuckle creeps over her lips. "Those shoes are Prada, a Gucci skirt, the watch is Cartier… The shoes alone are worth more than what I wear, bag included, electronics excluded." A couple moments she seems to mull over things, then shrugs. "I do have occasional run ins with people though. Know a lawyer even."
"And all of it made for specifically for me, Darling. Some of us want to be noticed when we enter a room, and remembered when we leave it. We're two side of the same coin, I think, with Control being the thread that binds us together. It really is quite remarkable that we've managed to run into each other, when you think about it." Emma's grin becomes mischievous, "It's either that, or maybe it was entirely predictable. Makes me wonder if anything is ever truly left up to chance." There's another dismissive waive of her hand then, "I'll assume coincidence for now, because it's easier, and less ominous." She chuckles, "Though the fact that you know a lawyer is ever so slightly troubling. I suppose you have need of one more than most?"
St.Roe chuckles as she shakes her head. "Seems more to be the other way round. His security is just as lousy as that of people wearing spandex and swinging from buildings… Did you know the Batman is back? The little spider was such a blabbermouth, didn't even need to ask questions and he spurted out information. I just made sure someone that could use them got them. Some Koa guy…"
"I suppose it shouldn't be surprising that people with abilities are among those you surround yourself with. Who better to relate to you after all? I can definitely see how someone like the Batman could be interested in you." Emma nods at that and then straightens up, and gracefully rocks herself up out of the chair and onto her feet, "As much as I hate to cut this short, Jane, I think my little trip into you mind has worn me out much more than I first thought, and now I find myself in dire need of a bubble bath and a nice bottle of scotch." She smiles, and then offers a little bowing of her head, "I'd love to do this again soon, my dear, but for now? Feel free to stay and use the wifi for a bit if you want, or raid the mini fridge. Hell, go nuts with room service if you're hungry. It won't bother me. The bedroom suite is sound proofed. Delightful yes?" and with that, she offers a little wave, and heads over towards the master suite within the suite, closing the doors behind her.