Room 417, Friday morning
Mar. 3rd, 2006 06:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fates_jayeAfter Parker's E-mail about the magic flu, Jaye's got to come to grips with the fact that she's not going to be able to do cool stuff like dance on the ceiling with a vampire puppy.
Which is why Jaye's on the ceiling. And on the phone. Doing jazz hands so she doesn't fall down.
"Hey, Sharon, it's Jaye. I'm calling you from the ceiling. Yes, the ceiling. Just saying hi. No need to call me back or anything. So... hi. Bye."
That'll freak Sharon out when she gets out of court and checks her voicemail. Jaye hangs up the phone, and stops jazz handsing.
Two seconds later she's facedown on her bed again. Dammit, she had just figured out how to not make falling hurt, too.
Which is why Jaye's on the ceiling. And on the phone. Doing jazz hands so she doesn't fall down.
"Hey, Sharon, it's Jaye. I'm calling you from the ceiling. Yes, the ceiling. Just saying hi. No need to call me back or anything. So... hi. Bye."
That'll freak Sharon out when she gets out of court and checks her voicemail. Jaye hangs up the phone, and stops jazz handsing.
Two seconds later she's facedown on her bed again. Dammit, she had just figured out how to not make falling hurt, too.
