Room 417- The Hyperion- Monday night

[fates_jaye]

This is Jaye. This is Jaye making phone calls. Yes, again.

When she's done (for now, at least), she gets up and goes to her dresser to grab the blank "Welcome to Hollywood!" postcard she'd gotten and hadn't managed to write on yet due to not having anything to say. And she still doesn't. What she ends up writing is

CALL ME!
-Jaye

with her phone number underneath, and then realizing she doesn't have an address for Jarod. So she writes "JAROD" on the address section, hopes the post office can figure out, and doesn't realize that might be a bad idea just in general.

[Open for the LA group, or should anyone feel like calling back.]

Comments

[fates_jaye]

"It's about so much more than that, Sam! But it would have to be explained by someone much more profound than me."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Leave that on the answering machine, too, when you figure it out."

[fates_jaye]

"How long is the tape?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam began to get worried about this. "A couple of minutes, I think. Why?"

[fates_jaye]

"I want to know how verbose the other person needs to be, and if they need to practice their timing first," Jaye says. She's lying. She wouldn't care if it got cut off halfway through.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Who would be doing this explanation?"

[fates_jaye]

"Well, someone who can speak well, which counts out anyone in this hotel. Maybe I can find a good actor slash waiter who'd be willing to do it for free if he could put the credit on his resume."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"My answering machine is a resume credit now?" Sam grinned and ran a hand through her hair, "And you can't even pay him in alcohol? Maybe he'd be cute and you could date him."

[fates_jaye]

Or not date. "I can trick him into thinking it's a date in exchange for his services when I'm really getting him to pay for my drinks!"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam cracked up. "You could definitely do that, yeah."

[fates_jaye]

"Would that make me a playah?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Um...I have no idea? What are they?"

[fates_jaye]

"You know, like a player, only, like, hip hop. Or something."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Hip hop?" Sometimes Sam was so very forty-one. "And what does being a player involve?"

[fates_jaye]

"You are so young," Jaye sighs. "Have you not seen MTV? You're not sitting around watching Discovery all day, are you?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Uh...no. Of course not." She decided this was the right answer. "You're younger than me anyway! Besides, I'm usually in the garage."

[fates_jaye]

"Tiny little TV! Bring it down with you! Catch a good bad talk show while you work!" she suggests.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"But I might miss something blowing up if I've got the TV on!"

[fates_jaye]

"That's why things blow up on TV!"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"But I don't want them to blow up in my garage! I'd never get my down payment back.'

[fates_jaye]

"Why do you have explosives in your garage anyway?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"I don't. But I have a swoop bike and a motorcycle and the beginnings of a time ship, so there's always the possibility."

[fates_jaye]

"Well... then just don't blow it up!" she says. "Time ship?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't do it on purpose!" She said defensively, "Yes. Time ship. In theory, I'd use it to travel through time, but it's still experimental because I haven't figured out the math yet."

[fates_jaye]

"You're building a time machine?" Jaye says. "A time machine? Can I go to like five years from now when you're done? You can just drop me off."