thewhitequeen:

The changing of the guard had gone better than Emma had expected.  It all had, the sordid business of playing an inelegant game of thrones.  Shaw was disposed and deposed, Kine was dead (some sick side of Emma half wanted to purchase the very hogs who had consumed him, but she thought better of it) and things would settle into a new routine of power as the dissidents were crushed by the wheels of revolution.  This was how it worked.  She'd been party to it before.

It still was too soon to let too much of her affiliation and collaboration in the process show so she said only the sparest of words to Julian before heading home for the evening.   Shaw was gone.  Kine was dead.  Perhaps now she could work on cleaning up the other issues in her life--namely the relationships with her daughters.  As she walked into her penthouse, the girls were on her mind, but she wasn't fully distracted.

Something felt...off.

<i>Was Shaw and Thorn really so stupid as to try something tonight?</i>

hot_rod:

So, she'd been stuck in this alternate universe for a couple of days now, and Stevie was going out of her mind.   Not that she watched a lot of TV, but only about a third of the shows she did watch even existed in this universe, and only about half of those even had the same actors.  And there were only so many hours she could spend in the gym or sleeping.  And while they were still setting up paperwork for her, she couldn't even really go out yet.

If she'd been more of a Stark, she might well have been able to while away the hours in a lab somewhere, shutting off friends, family, and the outside world while she furthered the cause of SCIENCE (issues with her mother?  Who?  Her?)

Today, however, she'd wandered into the garage.  Boy, those were some nice cars.  Including an extremely sweet, old, but obviously well cared for Impala.  Stevie was practically drooling at the sight of it.  Her fingers were practically twitching to look under the hood.  She'd have to ask who owned it.

She headed back inside and into the kitchen.  Maybe a snack would cheer her up.