fates_jaye | Room 417, Sunday afternoon

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Room 417, Sunday afternoon

There's no shows needing to be downloaded, the common rooms can be scary if you're not in the right mind for it, and it's Jaye's last day of freedom before classes start.

Hm. This calls for a phone conversation.

"Hey, you caught me," Mahandra says when she just picks up. "I just got home."

"Yeah, what's with you getting a life all of a sudden?" Jaye asks by way of greeting. "You're supposed to sit at home waiting for me to call."

"Like I do when you're here?" she says. "I went out with one of my fellow band geekers. We're kind of making it a thing."

Jaye kind of knows she shouldn't be upset that her best friend is going out and getting a life without her. After all, within a few weeks at Fandom Mahandra was complaining about that very thing with Jaye. It's about time she got out and did things on her own. Still, it's weird. "Having fun?"

"Eh," says Mahandra, and it's a verbal shrug. "It's something to do. I'm sure you're all busy and stuff."

"Not really," she says. "I got out at New Year's and stuff at Caritas, but I've been pretty much chilling and avoiding the newbie horde."

"Oh, god, again?"

"I know! They just keep coming!"

"Have you scarred any of them yet?"

"I told one girl not to eat puppies and she looked at me weird, I think I've got one girl thinking they're slipping LSD into the water supply, one of the teachers is an older version of my ex-roommate, and one guys's become my America's Next Top Model buddy, so yeah, I think so."

There's a long pause.

"What?"

'America's Next Top Model?"

"Shhhh. It's better than the bad movies on the science fiction channels."

"Or on AMC. If I told you what was on last night you'd go into hysterical giggles."

"Please don't."

"The band geeks didn't get why I thought it was funny, either."

That makes Jaye smile.

"Any cute guys in the godless newbie horde?" Mahandra asks.

"My Top Model buddy's cute, but I'm not really looking for cute boys right now."

"...Seriously?"

"Seriously. What, you thought I was going to just go glomping onto the next guy that came my way?" Jaye asks.

"No, it's just been a while. I'm counting the two dates with the guy where you didn't even do anything."

Jaye must pause a little bit too long, because suddenly Mahandra's asking, "What aren't you telling me?"

"Nothing!" she says. "There's nothing going on."

"Jaaaaaaaaaye. What's his name?"

"There's nothing going on."

"Which is not the same as 'there's no guy'. Spill, damn you."

Making a face like that will help, she says, "I might have the teensiest bit of a crush. Tiny. Like, miniscule."

"I knew that already. Name! I will come over there and shake you."

"You know Jarod? The bartender I mentioned?" Jaye says in a weak little voice.

"...Of course you start crushing on a bartender."

"Shut up."

"Does he have a doppleganger?"

"No."

"You asked?"

"Uh huh."

"You're in the clear! Go for it!"

"I demanded that you shut up really nicely already."

"You know what? I'm going to hang up so you can call him."

"Mahandra, I'm not calling him."

"Chicken."

"Yep."

"I'm hanging up now."

"Mahandra, do- ...Mahandra? Dammit."

Jaye hangs up.

[Open, as is the door, though I might be a teensy bit slow.]

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D'anna smiled and returned wave, "Hi! I'm glad you liked them!"

"So, we ready to invade Tyler's room?" Sam asked, pitching her voice just loud enough that Jaye might be able to hear her if she were paying attention. "Torture her until she comes around to our way of thinking?"

D'anna raised a hand that was holding a box of chocolates, "All ready, cheif!" She grinned, "and use tickling as the first line of... defense? Offense? ...making her see things our way!"

"Is Jaye even ticklish?" Sam wondered.

D shrugged, "No idea, but it sounded like a more valid threat than shaking pom-poms at her."

"Especially since I don't have any," Sam cracked up and knocked on the doorframe. "Jaye? Are you here?"

"I'm so terrified to know what you're talking about," Jaye says, already frowning at the doorway.

"Vader, The Tick and hot wax." D said. "Which would slide off the roof faster?"

"Dean Professor Mr. The Tick is probably the most aeodynamic," she says thoughtfully.

"Actually, if we're talking falling off the roof, it really doesn't make a difference. Galileo posited that..." Sam started explaining, then realized what it was she was actually explaining and stopped. "Er, just, aerodynamics would make more of a difference if we were using a catapult to get the longest distance."

"In that case, Vader." D said. "He's got that whole helmet thing going for him to help with the wind-breaky stuff ...and possible fall breaking stuff."

"If you guys actually have a catapult and hot wax on the roof and have hogtied the dean and one of the teachers up there, that'll make you the awesomest people ever," Jaye decides.

"I knew we should have done that before we left," Sam said as an aside to D'anna. "Besides, the catapult's too heavy to put on the roof. Er, assuming we had a catapult, which of course we don't."

"We could get one." D responded, "and use it to serve drinks and scare off Freshmen and other new students during the party."

"I so don't actually have any idea what we're talking about, but I say right now this needs to happen."

"Hogtying Vader might be a bigger project than we're ready for," Sam snickered, "but we're here to see if you're interested in a certain reunion, and I could possibly arrange for hot wax and a catapult if you really wanted them. Oh, and slightly off subject, I found a newbie willing to taste-test alcoholic gummi bears for us."

"Only one?" Jaye asks. "They're alcoholic gummi bears. Who wouldn't jump at that chance? And if it's the reunion I think you're talking about, I think hot wax might go over really well."

"If you've got the alcoholic gummi bears, I'll supply the hot wax." D said before she could stop herself. Then she put hand over her eyes, "I don't believe I just said that and yes, that's exactly the reunion we were talking about. High time for one."

"So I guess that leaves me with the catapult?"

"I think you're the best to get one that works correctly and doesn't explode," Jaye says wisely. "Because that would suck."

"And we can't have that at Seawhores party." D almost finished saying that without snickering.

"No sucking at a Seawhores party?" Sam frowned. "So how will we get eat the Jell-o shots?"

"If there's a way, I don't think I want to know about it," she says, thinking unfortunately way too hard on that. "And I refuse to make the sign and have people glare at me. Nuh uh. Let the... sucking continue wow that's dirty."

"Yeah, but that's what's so great about being a Seawhore, you can be 'dirty' and no one bats an eyelash!" D grinned.

"Well, they probably do, but that's when you know they're not really a Seawhorse at heart. A mock Seawhorse, if you will," Jaye says.

"I say feh on the pretenders," Sam said with a disdainful sniff. "For lo, ye shall know Seawhores by their shirtless state, slight coating of hot wax, and general flirtatiousness."

"I'm not drunk, I swear." She just hadn't slept in a day or two.

"And don't forget the drunkenness," Jaye says helpfully.

"And ye shall also mark their state of sobriety for it shall be nonexistent and their hangover large." D added. "A pox on the infidel whom is not a Seawhorse, for they are no fun and shall be sent hurtling off the roof forthwith."

"...You need to write that down and make a sign out of it, because that is brilliant," Jaye says.

"We can hang it on the catapult, next to the 'shirtlessness encouraged' sign," Sam said, wondering a little about when this all became a good idea.

"Gimme some alcoholic gummi bears and we'll see what happens." D replied. She'd certainly never said it was a good idea but it had its potential. "Actually, let's give some to the squirrels and see what happens."

Sam laughed. "We have to make them first, and I'm not allowed to cook unsupervised. The good news is that I only have classes on Wednesdays and Thursdays."

"I can always ditch my classes," says Jaye, a true academic.

"Any time after my ~~mun gets home from work~~ morning workout is good."

"Oh my god, you work out in the morning? That time's for sleep." Pause. "Er. So, yeah, anytime after that."

"Well, not every morning," Sam admitted, because, well, sometimes there was a naked Jack in her bed and she slept in. "It's a plan, then."

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