Room 417, Sunday morning

[fates_jaye]

Jaye has actually been productive, kind of, for once. She's managed to finish up her college apps, which are probably getting there late but who cares, and she even sealed them all pretty and everything. Of course, she also finished on a Sunday, so we'll see when she actually mails it.

She drops the envelopes on her desk, which is when one of the little paper cranes made the weekend of the sugar OD says, "Give thanks."

"Shut it, I am working on it," she says. "I even have a baking slave! And you don't even have a face."

The crane doesn't have a comeback for that.


[Open, if you're good for some SP, since I'll be in and out today.]

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[fates_jaye]

"Eh, there's gotta be somewhere," she says. "Worse comes to worse, shove people into the cafeteria, I think."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"It's probably best," Isabel agreed. "Lots of room for all the holiday refugees."

[fates_jaye]

"...Are you sure we can't just order pizza?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"No pizza," she laughed. "You'll enjoy turkey more. Trust me. But for now, I'd better go try and search out Parke to see if I'll even be around to help cook."

[fates_jaye]

Jaye crosses her fingers. "If she says no, let me know. She'll be locked up in a closet to prevent anyone from leaving. I know people," she says.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Still laughing, Isabel headed out the door and the mun headed off to bed. "I'll do that," she promised. "You'll have my answer tomorrow."