fates_jaye: (woe)
Jaye's debating whether she feels like heading to the slumber party. It's not really her scene, and she's been way too busy watching the dueling Obi-wans.

Occasionally they'll stop and chat, or argue, and at one point demanded a glass of water in which one nearly drowned. If they were lifesize (she keeps thinking that), she would have given him mouth to mouth whether he needed it or not, but as a wee toy that would be creepy.

Today, though, while she watched, the Obi-wans got stiffer and stiffer not dirty, and then froze in place. Wide-eyed and panicked, Jaye walked over, poking one on the shoulder. He fell over with a little plastic clunk.


And subconsciously, Jaye felt she should probably pay Luke.

[Establishy, but if you want to react to the screaming, feel free. Seriously, anyone on the floor might have heard the poor girl.]
Jaye's vegging, trolling through bad Vanessa Saturn fanfic and occasionally looking over at her laundry like she's expecting it to get up and do itself. It's Fandom. It might.

ring, ring )

She'll call back tomorrow and have a normal conversation, but right now she's just adding this to the list of things she's just not going to talk about with normal people. Seriously, it's getting to be a big list.

[Will be a linkdrop later. Door's closed, but stop by if you feel like it.]
Jaye's on the bored side, but she already spammed the voicemail of someone who's not even here, and the common room is all the way over there. So, not moving from her splayed position on the bed other than a vague reaching movement, she grabs her phone and dials a number.

ring, ring )

[Door and post is open.]
Jaye doesn't have anywhere to be for a while, and so she gets online to send off E-mails. Only to be surprised by an IM.

cut for length like woah. um. not dirty )

Jaye looks up from her computer...


Jaye Tyler

September 2015

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