Room 417, FRIDAY FINALLY, about when people are normalish.

[fates_jaye]

There is a desk with several kinds of moddable booze on it. There are all the things that go with those seveal kinds of moddable booze, such as cups and shot glasses, because you'd better believe Jaye would have all of that. Also, a few more kinda of snacky things, because nothing goes with alcohol like snacky things.

Also, a fire extinguisher. Because Sam said she'd bring a blowtorch. And Jaye's not that stupid.

Also some more, glitter. It's the Seahorse way. Or, part of it.


[For the Seahorsies, SO's, honorary Seahorsies and little sibs. If you're one of those people, feel free to handwave an invite. Up omg early for time zones and stuff. Also, lookit lookit y'all can see the room! *crams people in there*]

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[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack laughed and followed her, not wanting let the shot glasses escape their fate as a (very) temporary receptacle for black evil from space. "See, I should have known that. One thing Seawhorses know how to do is throw a party."

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[fates_jaye]

"Wasn't that part of the charter of the town we made up and became mayors of?" she asks, pulling the shot glasses apart and spreading them out on the desk. "Or did I add my own stuff in my head?"

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[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"I think that was the platform we got elected on," he laughed, pouring out two shots and offering one to Jaye. "To taking over the world," he lifted his glass in the air, "the seahorse way."

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[fates_jaye]

"Here here or hear hear," she says, taking the glass and clinking it against his before downing the shot. "Oh, that's evil."

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[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack downed his own, closing his eyes briefly and licking his lips. "Isn't it great? I think it needs to be the official drink of Seahorse town. Get enough of this stuff into people, they won't care what we do."

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[fates_jaye]

"Yes," Jaye says. "Like France."

...Wtf Jaye.

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[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack started laughing. A lot, head tipped back as he tried to get control of himself. "Of course," he finally managed. "Just like France. I think we should both have another shot."

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[fates_jaye]

"We're going to hate everything tomorrow, but for right now I agree with you," she says.

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[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"That's because you're very wise," he said solemnly, refilling their glasses and clinking his against Jaye's. "To the end of a crappy week," he proclaimed, and promptly downed it.

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[fates_jaye]

"Bad week goes away now, yes." Jaye throws hers back, too, making a face. "It just doesn't get better."

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[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Yes," he sighed, already mellowing as he felt the lovely, lovely black evil from space work its magic. Grinning kind of dopily, he waved a hand at Jaye. "You are awesome, Jaye. This was a grand idea. And I should go set up my bodypainting stuff."

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[fates_jaye]

"You should do that," she says. "And then there will be painting and goodness."

She's nodding a lot.

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[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"There will be," he promised. "And you'd better come and get one!" He toasted her with his now empty shot glass, gathered up the paints and related accoutrements, AND the space vodka, and wandered away to set up his table."