*If the last morning we spoke of was serenity and a cool breeze, this one is chaos. Our beloved Emma Frost wakes up with a pounding headache, and her partner, ever the early riser, had not yet returned from her run. She groggily slides out of bed and fumbles her way around her nightstand, searching for all of the medications she relied on more than she'd like to admit. Of course, they were where they always were, in a small box beside the lamp, refilled daily by Tessa. She sighs but smiles at her gift and takes her medication with the nearby glass of water already served to her on a metaphorical silver platter.*

*She dresses herself in a simple hoodie over her tank top and shorts and splashes some water on her face to wake herself up, greeting herself in the mirror with a frown. Still, she tries to inspire some confidence.*

You're a diva, Emma. Act like it.

*She straightens her back and lifts her face as she steps out of her room and walks towards the kitchen, greeted by an unexpected but unsurprising sight.*

*Elektra Natchios had invited herself to the coffee maker and was currently struggling to turn it on. It was made by Forge, and for a reason only God knows, he keyed it to Emma and Tessa's biometrics. Of course, Ms. Natchios is blissfully unaware of this fact, and in her anger, she has reached a breaking point, glaring at the machine and smacking it with the base of her hand. Mindee the cat watched, confused at the grunting of the new woman.*

*All this to say, the White Queen entered her pristine and hand-crafted kitchen to see a nude ninja with giant hair covered in scars karate chopping a coffee maker.*

Oh joy, we have already started with the antics this morning.

The Morning of Emma Frost, Tessa Karisik, and Elektra Natchios