Room 417, Tuesday night

[fates_jaye]

Jaye's working on her metaphor for Criminal Justice class. Diligently, one might add. it would have been done right away, except the plaque bit was used by someone else and now Jaye needs to be creative. That kind of thing is happening a lot to her lately.

She's got a notebook and pen in hand, and is watching disc 2 of Vanessa Saturn for snarky inspiration.

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[agent-principal.livejournal.com]

"Well, then would you please put Madame Toussant on the line so I can inform her that her parents will be hearing about her aural sex activities?" Smith smirks.

[fates_jaye]

Long pause.

"You mean the clinic didn't tell you about my Multiple Personality Disorder? Because they should have." She nods.

[agent-principal.livejournal.com]

"One of your personalities should make sure you are present and organized to run the club fair on Friday, Miss Tyler. Preferably one that speaks English. One that wishes to ask people in a sultry voice what they are wearing is not neccessary, but potentially amusing." Smith pops his neck, which Jaye would hear over the phone if she was listening carefully.

"Have I made myself clear, or do I need to resort to more threats? Would you like me to declare your undying love for Mister Kennedy on the announcements? I could do that easily."

[fates_jaye]

Long pause.

Followed by a longer one.

"So, Friday, okay," she says in a small voice.

[agent-principal.livejournal.com]

"Friday. Club Fair. I'm entrusting you with sole responsibility. If you disappoint me again, I shall be forced to act upon my petty threatts." Smith chuckles.

"I can just hear the music in the hallways now, Miss Tyler. How does it go, exactly? 'Archie and Jaye sitting in a tree. K, I, S-S, I, N, G. First comes love. Then comes marriage. Then comes Jaye pushing the baby carriage'?"

[fates_jaye]

Jaye shrieks and hangs up the phone.

And hides it under her mattress.