hellfireprince:

Julian's message to Kassia Frost is simple and to the point.

"I have what you seek. Room 112." he says. He doesn't bother leaving his name or saying hers; she knows what he's talking about as it is. He hangs up his phone as his limo sets off toward her hotel, and he takes a look at the small container in his hand. It's hard to imagine that something like this will bring him his heart's desire, the thing he's sought since he came to this city, but all the waiting, the watching, the planning will have been worth it if it does.

He makes a call to Paulo, who is on a plane to New Jersey to oversee the final touches on The Violet Room, and after this call, he'll be headed down to New Orleans to begin work on his next club, Hedonism. Howard Entertainment Group is growing rapidly, and Julian is the driving force behind it, X-Factor, and several other pursuits.

He smiles to himself as he pulls up to the hotel and enters, heading to room 112 to wait for his partner in revolution.

little_mermaid:

Kassia waited until Marrina was asleep.  The girls had decided to wait until morning to return to Canada, which was plenty of time for Kassia to decide that letting her father handle things wasn't something that she could do.  The longer she sat with her thoughts the more she grew angry and wanted the darkest justice of all: revenge.

She had so many names and contacts thanks to where she had grown up and the people she had met.  None of them seemed particularly trustworthy now, save for one.

Julian Howard.

<i>It's Kassia Frost, can you meet me somewhere tonight?</i>

The call was made quietly from the bathroom and if he agreed, she'd ask him to meet her at a coffee shop a few blocks from her hotel.

little_mermaid:

Kassia returned to the hotel she was sharing with Marrina, but it wasn't as quickly as she had made it seem like it would be.  Instead of being back in just a couple of hours it was near four in the morning when she made her way back into the room and smelling faintly of alcohol.  Her eyes were wide and her entire person seemed rattled.  She came into the room and sat down on the couch, the bag with evidence from Frost dropped on the floor as though it were the least of her concerns.

And for the moment, it was.

ministryoftruth:

"...No, you need to have Emma Frost call me back at her earliest convenience, which should be before my show tomorrow night. I assure you, she'd like to speak to me." Adrian Carver is telling the receptionist at the other end of the phone. These people had tried to give him the runaround for the last several days, and he was tired of it. After everything he'd seen in Fargo, he was tired of a lot of things.

Mutants were starting to get out of control again, and they had to be dealt with. Many people in government circles were coming up with ideas to do that, and he was sitting on a major announcement that he'd break on his show tonight. Meanwhile, though, he had another story that was about become front page news if Emma Frost decided to ignore him.

"Thank you, tell her I'll be awaiting her call." Adrian says, sitting back at his desk.

little_mermaid:

Disguises were easy.

So was convincing people that they were seeing and hearing what you wanted them to see and hear.  Easy if your last name was Frost at least.  From her outpost in the black Mercedes with the tinted glass Kassia had no trouble seeing to it that Marrina got into the building with unfettered access to everything that lay beyond the security desk.  The building was empty of people, of course.  An attack of what some idiot news source tried to term economic terrorism had left the building closed for business but there was still a treasure trove of information on the inside.  Kassia was interested in two things: confirmation that her sister, Tina, wasn't inside and whatever suspicious devices and odd evidence might be there.

They bought it, Marrina.  You have complete access.  I suggest heading to the damage zone first and telling me what you see.  Or rather, thinking it.  I can hear you clear as day.

Her sister wanted a cheeseburger.  That she could hear clearly, too.  Kassia sighed, realizing there was a trip to a fast food place in her future.