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[fates_jaye]

To: ardnaham@gmail.com
From: jaye.tyler@fandomhigh.com
Subject: Blah blah blah

Mahandra-

Can't say it's been boring. Homecoming didn't suck. Even if I got stuck in an orange dress, but apparently I'm super cute in it. Whatever. No zombies since then, either. I hear some girl got possessed by an alien, but I'm pretty sure that was just a rumor started by too much Weekly World News. Either that or I'm coming the hell home.

You'll be proud to know that there's one night in particular that I don't remember. I know I drew on some passed out guy at Spike's and then I think I tried to hit on the Jedi guy or something. Maybe? I have no idea. But Rogue and Cally and everyone was taking it all off so I'm going to feel a little bit better that I kept all my clothes on. Seriously, I slept in my jeans. It's surprisingly uncomfortable. So was the following hangover. And then there was polka music. Don't ask.

Anyway, write back. Mock one of my siblings for me.


Jaye

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Jaye sends off the E-mail, and checks her new messages. She shakes her head at one, moving the mouse to delete it-

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[fates_jaye]

Don't do that.

[fates_jaye]

She sighs and bends to look the bookend eye-to-eye and good lord is that psychotic of her.

"What'll happen if I don't? Meteorites? Will meteorites strike me dead in this very room?"

[fates_jaye]

...

[fates_jaye]

Jaye touches the mouse. Just touches it.

[fates_jaye]

Don't do that.

[fates_jaye]

Jaye's head hits the keyboard, and her screen automatically goes back to the last page. When she looks up at the monkey, she says, "I don't even know this girl and I'm supposed to what, reply to this E-mail and say I'll help?"

[fates_jaye]

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[fates_jaye]

Jaye groans. "You're forcing me to be social," she snaps. "You better have a damn good reason for making me lower myself to that."

But she reloads the E-mail and hits reply.

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[OOC: Jaye rules. And she totally has to take Tick's test.]