Room 417, Thursday night

[fates_jaye]

God bless PhotoShop.

Jaye's not sure why she's having so much fun with the campaign, because she's not the get-involved type. And no one's forcing her to do it. Which is good, because the amount of animals in her room is more than scary at this point. But whatever, it's fun, and slandering Marty is always good.

Door's open, yay.


[Specifically meant for people who may be coming by for a campaign quote, but anyone's welcome.]

Comments

[upforachase.livejournal.com]

"Well, he's saved my life probably a few thousand times, now. He's got that handy super-vampire strength thing going on, so he's good to have around if you're attacked or in a fight for whatever reason. And he's just generally selfless. He will help anyone in need, if he knows about it."

[fates_jaye]

"Huh. Okay, that's sorta cool."

[upforachase.livejournal.com]

"And he knows lots of stuff. He's been around a long time. He's pretty knowledgeable. I don't know if that helps. And he's got good fashion sense!"

[fates_jaye]

"He totally does. And yeah, if you're around a while, you tend to pick up a thing or two," she says. "You're helpful. I mean that totally not-sarcastically for once."

[upforachase.livejournal.com]

Cordy laughs. "I'll be sure to make a note of that," she says, grinning.

[fates_jaye]

"Anything else you can think of?"

[upforachase.livejournal.com]

Cordy thinks for a moment. "That's all I can think of at the moment. But I'll stop by or call you if I think of anything else."

[fates_jaye]

"Cool. Thanks, Cordelia."

[upforachase.livejournal.com]

"My pleasure, Jaye," Cordy says, and walks out, looking for excitement in a non-homeworky form.