Jaye was spending her Saturday night packing. A bunch of her stuff she'd sent ahead, though let's see how Portalocity handled that, those bastards. And as much as she didn't mind LA (it was weird, which she liked, but it was weird), it would be nice to get back to Fandom (which was also weird).

Maybe she should have let her parents knew she was moving to a different state.

[Open if the LA residents want to show. Jaye'll be heading off in the AM.]
Jaye came back to her room, listening to her voicemail and cursing herself out that she hadn't managed drunk dials at Rory and Anakin's wedding. Maybe next time. In fact, she'd make it a mission next time. If she felt like it.

And while listening, she tossed the mail in her hands into two piles: magazines and 'things I don't want to deal with', which covered all else. When she saw the one letter addressed to her in writing she didn't really recognize, she was more curious to figure out what the lumpy things inside were rather than who sent it.

The glee over getting to go back to Fandom, though, was dampered by the following thought: "Wait, summer job?"
Jaye had a hard night, and once the cab dropped her off and she'd paid a very large tab with Kristine's credit card, she just wanted to go back up to her room and crash very hard. And maybe ditch class so she could sleep in. Mmmm ditching.

However, she needed to check one more thing before she had to get started on that ditching and sleeping thing, and so she checked her voicemail.

And decided there was no way to top that, and he'd have to tell her who won. Even if she was sure he'd lie.
Two hours in a car with Kristine.

Two hours in a car with Kristine, who was drunk and kept either nodding off or sobbing about how much she missed Don- Jaye could have sworn the bf's name was Dan- and even the cab driver kept reminding them that the meter was running and that he didn't have all night. If it wasn't for the fact that her lion in her purse kept telling her to get her home, she'd have ditched her about eight times by now. It wasn't like Kristine was a friend. More like a one night only drinks sugar momma.

cut as this part got long )
About an hour after dragging Kristine from the bar, they were still driving around. Because Kristine couldn't remember how to get to where she lived, and it wasn't like Jaye knew. And considering she wasn't paying for any of this, she wouldn't have cared if it didn't mean riding in the back of a cab with a drunk girl who kept trying to pass out rather than give the driver any actual instructions, or an address.

cut because hey this keeps going )
fates_jaye: (jaye (this time with lights!))
All right, so going out Sunday night when she had class and work on Monday was not the smartest move Jaye could have made. But Kristine, one of the girls from Philosophy had just broken up with her boyfriend and decided Jaye was the one to tell her like it is and then after about eight refusals offered to pay for all Jaye's drinks and there she was.

cut because i can )
The animals had started singing late, thusly waking her up. That was around two am. She finally got to sleep around five when she stuck in some earplugs and risked suffocation by piling pillows on top of her head.

This meant that she finally woke up around ten or so, knocking the pillows off her head as she sat up. "WOULD YOU STOP ALREADY?" she demanded.

They all stopped, except for that one overly enthusiastic, off-key snake.

"You see what you do to me? I dream that bears are leaving me voicemails now. I blame you," she accused.


[Establishy, la]
Wednesday saw Jaye on campus, which wasn't a surprise.

However, the small card table she'd set up with several small bottles of sunscreen the sign reading "BOTTLES OF CRAZY, $5 $4 $4.50 $4.25 $2" might have been.

It was prety much a dare, but she was also using it as a social experiment to see whether or not anything actually sold. So far she was figuring that most of the people either actually thought it was a sociology or marketing project, or they knew who Jaye was and knew to just go with it. She seemed to be getting a rep.

The rep probably didn't improve when she started snapping back at her talking purse, either. Not did it help her make sales of crazy bottles.
Technically, Jaye was on the phone. Well, okay, she was on the phone, it was just that she wasn't actually listening. She was channel surfing and that really took all her focus right now.

"I really wish you had at least tried to come home," Karen was saying. "If not for your birthday, than for the holiday."

"I really couldn't, Mom. School and all, you know." Not that Jaye had classes till like, Wednesday. Was it Wednesday? She'd have to check.

"Tell me you're at least spending it with people and not being antisocial like usual."

"Oh, don't worry, I have plans." Like printing off and attaching labels to bottles of crazy. And maybe seeing if her fake ID would come in handy now that it said she was twenty-two. "I'm totally fine here. You know, Mom, I have to go. Happy Earth Day or whatever."

"Easter, Jaye," Karen said, half-sighing.

"Sure, okay. Bye, Mom."

And once she hung up, it was time to find something on TV.
Jaye had had a crappy day. There was animal singing that had her out of bed at 4 am on a Saturday, there was having to head to a stupid library for research for a stupid paper, and then there was that whole thing where a shelf fell down (okay, fine, she'd had to push it down) and while it got all the people that needed to get talking to talk, it also meant someone called the cops and she had to talk to them for way too long and she'd like to just forget today happened.

Except first she had to check her mail, and by god, was she glad she did.

She'd still be having a giggle fit an hour from now.
fates_jaye: (computer)
Jaye was having an oh-so productive day in the office. If 'productive' meant 'sitting around and catching up on TMZ'. She'd taken to screening calls under the guise that she... actually she'd just taken to screening calls. Screw guises.

Halfway through reading through the entries marked 'Celebrity Justice', Jaye heard a-

Go back to the weird place.

She looked over at the lion standing in its usual place on the desk. "Could you maybe narrow it down a little? You do realize where we are, right?"

The lion's head tilted in what could only be construed as his version of 'are you serious?'

You know which one.


It was about half a second later that it dinged in Jaye's head. "Oh, hey, okay," she said, opening up a new window to open up Portalocity. "You know, I don't mind you when you tell me things I like to hear. You should do it more often."
Jaye was getting her own car already. She'd made that decision the instant she picked up her phone and heard Mahandra ask, "And where were you all weekend? I called four times. Maybe five. I know it was about an entire hands' worth of calling."
cut for phone call! )
Jaye spent her weekend in the 49th century.

Jaye's weekend kicked ass.

So she was more than a little disappointed to have to go back to real life, with its work and- ugh- classes and general Jacklessness. "Sure you don't want to stay?" she asked on the way up to the front door of the hotel. "We could totally get a cool place nearby and be like a buddy comedy."
Jaye had a package delivered at the door. She didn't remember ordering anything, and she doubted anyone was sending care packages, but hey, who was she to turn down thingies?

She took a seat, opening the box with her keys, since she didn't feel like getting up to get scissors or something practical, rifling through the contents and then reading the note.

"...He wants me to play the lotto?"


[Establishy unless the LA group is around, and then subject to SP.]
This is Jaye. This is Jaye making phone calls. Yes, again.

When she's done (for now, at least), she gets up and goes to her dresser to grab the blank "Welcome to Hollywood!" postcard she'd gotten and hadn't managed to write on yet due to not having anything to say. And she still doesn't. What she ends up writing is

CALL ME!
-Jaye


with her phone number underneath, and then realizing she doesn't have an address for Jarod. So she writes "JAROD" on the address section, hopes the post office can figure out, and doesn't realize that might be a bad idea just in general.

[Open for the LA group, or should anyone feel like calling back.]
When Jaye brings her mail back up to her room, she's on the phone. "I swear I'm not making rent," she says.

"Mom and Dad paid your rent last month," says Sharon. "I thought you had a job."

"It doesn't pay that well," says Jaye, bending across the dresser to plug in her new iPod to charge. "Seriously, Sharon, I can barely eat."

"And how is that my problem?"

This would be the time that Jaye goes through her mail, and sees a certain postcard. "OhmygodSharonI'vegottago," she says, hanging up quickly.

Not that it doesn't take her that long to read or anything, but still, she needs to have her moment of glee.

After that moment of glee passes, there's a moment of "How about a return address next time!"
Just about the time it starts to get dark, there might be a familiarish voice from the hotel lobby calling "Helloooooo?"

A second later, Jaye's calling it again, this time listening for the echo. She might have to just keep doing it until someone shows, or she hears the echo. Whichever comes first.

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