Room 417, Monday night
Aug. 21st, 2006 06:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fates_jayeJaye's vegging, trolling through bad Vanessa Saturn fanfic and occasionally looking over at her laundry like she's expecting it to get up and do itself. It's Fandom. It might.
Jaye picks up, checking the caller ID first. "Hey there!"
"You spend too much time in Photoshop," Mahandra greets her.
"I do not," Jaye says. "I didn't even have to sharpen pictures."
"Liar. You did not go to another planet."
"I did so. I even bought you stuff."
"Are you sure you don't mean 'sold you a bridge'?"
"No. Seriously. That's a real library in there. I still have to show the pics to Rory," Jaye tells her.
"I'm totally looking through Google right now for these pictures."
"You should be glad I'm not dead. They wanted me to fly a spaceship."
"Are you on drugs?"
Jaye frowns. "Why does everyone always ask me that? No! I'm serious. I hung out, I shopped, I took pictures, I went to a bar with two hot Jedi, one of them being my first choice for a prom date."
Mahandra pauses. "That guy again?"
"Uh huh."
"Ooh."
"I know. So yes, I went to another planet and it was actually a lot of fun."
"I so don't believe you."
"You have photographic evidence!" Jaye reminds her.
"I have Photoshop!"
Jaye blows into the phone.
"What the hell was that?" Mahandra asks, sounding startled.
"Must be getting static. Talk to you later?"
"Sure," Mahandra says.
"Cool. Bye." And then she hangs up the phone.
She'll call back tomorrow and have a normal conversation, but right now she's just adding this to the list of things she's just not going to talk about with normal people. Seriously, it's getting to be a big list.
[Will be a linkdrop later. Door's closed, but stop by if you feel like it.]
Jaye picks up, checking the caller ID first. "Hey there!"
"You spend too much time in Photoshop," Mahandra greets her.
"I do not," Jaye says. "I didn't even have to sharpen pictures."
"Liar. You did not go to another planet."
"I did so. I even bought you stuff."
"Are you sure you don't mean 'sold you a bridge'?"
"No. Seriously. That's a real library in there. I still have to show the pics to Rory," Jaye tells her.
"I'm totally looking through Google right now for these pictures."
"You should be glad I'm not dead. They wanted me to fly a spaceship."
"Are you on drugs?"
Jaye frowns. "Why does everyone always ask me that? No! I'm serious. I hung out, I shopped, I took pictures, I went to a bar with two hot Jedi, one of them being my first choice for a prom date."
Mahandra pauses. "That guy again?"
"Uh huh."
"Ooh."
"I know. So yes, I went to another planet and it was actually a lot of fun."
"I so don't believe you."
"You have photographic evidence!" Jaye reminds her.
"I have Photoshop!"
Jaye blows into the phone.
"What the hell was that?" Mahandra asks, sounding startled.
"Must be getting static. Talk to you later?"
"Sure," Mahandra says.
"Cool. Bye." And then she hangs up the phone.
She'll call back tomorrow and have a normal conversation, but right now she's just adding this to the list of things she's just not going to talk about with normal people. Seriously, it's getting to be a big list.
[Will be a linkdrop later. Door's closed, but stop by if you feel like it.]
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Date: 2006-08-22 06:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-22 06:44 am (UTC)No, seriously, she will totally start a whole section for this in her notebook.