Room 417, Monday night

[fates_jaye]

Jaye's happy enough to have her toaster back. Even if it does have a face. It's on her desk, nice and silent, while she doodles a plan for world domination in her notebook.

No, seriously. She can doodle. It's not like she's gonna do anything about it. It's just a plan for world domination through slacking anyway.


[Door's open!]

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[fates_jaye]

"I usually just run with it," Jaye shrugs. "Don't worry until it starts singing at you."

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory stared at the toaster, wondering if it would take that as a cue.

[fates_jaye]

"I'm shy," says the toaster.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"It's not going to sing," Rory told Jaye sadly.

[fates_jaye]

Of course not. The thing that won't talk to her won't sing. Jaye hates everything. "Woe," she says seriously.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"It's shy," Rory explained. "I can dig."

[fates_jaye]

Jaye just nods.

"So weird," she says, shaking her head at the toaster.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Yeah...." Rory said slowly. "Anyway. I should go write this up. Anything you want to add?"

[fates_jaye]

She's not looking at any of the animals. "Nah, I think I'm good."

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Right." Rory waved to the toaster. "I'll talk to you later, then."

And then she left, wondering about her sanity.