Room 417, the Ass Crack of Dawn O'Clock

[fates_jaye]

Jaye hasn't slept. At all. She's tried. She's tried earplugs, and pillows over her head, and sticking them into the closet. At one point she put them in the bathroom and turned on the shower, to no avail.

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[fates_jaye]

Listen to the message.

[fates_jaye]

Jaye groans loudly, sitting back so she can bang her head against the wall. "Okay, fine." She taps her finger to her nose, pointing at the monkey. "Four words. Sounds like..."

[fates_jaye]

...

[fates_jaye]

*sighs*

[fates_jaye]

Jaye frowns. "Don't sigh at me, waxy. You could help me out a little."

[fates_jaye]

Go to Mars.

[fates_jaye]

"That's not what I meant!" she cries, whimpering. "Right. Sure. Veronica and a message. She's going to think I'm a crazy person."

Jaye stands, rubbing her hand over her face. As she leaves the bathroom again, she can be heard muttering, "I'm sorry for all the past Hitlering, karma gods..."