Room 417, Saturday morning
Dec. 3rd, 2005 09:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fates_jayeJaye wakes up with a headache, aviator sunglasses smushed kinda painfully into the side of her face, and an itchy wrist.
After a moment of "OMGWTFTELLMEIHAVEALLMYCLOTHESONANDTHATTHEWATERGUNWASNOTUSEDFORNEFARIOUSPURPOSES", Jaye calms down, pulls off the sunglasses, sits up, and looks around the room. The monkey's laying on his side on the floor, and just beyond him is the dead gremlin. She looks at the animals in turn, asking, "So you can open your mouths to sing at me and make faces and shake your heads, but you can't clean up dead bodies? You're all useless."
And then it hits.
Gremlin.
Oh, GOD.
It comes back in a rush- she'd arrested people. Or tried, anyway. Sam and Janet would never let her live this down. She'd frisked the Crunch lookalike with the scary girlfriend. And dear lord did she really tackle Kara freaking Thrace? And yet she's a little pissed that Cadet Carson never reported back to her. Huh.
Jaye debates making a coccoon for herself out of her blankets, and staying there until she dies. Which, depending on who's pissed at her, might be soon.
After a moment of "OMGWTFTELLMEIHAVEALLMYCLOTHESONANDTHATTHEWATERGUNWASNOTUSEDFORNEFARIOUSPURPOSES", Jaye calms down, pulls off the sunglasses, sits up, and looks around the room. The monkey's laying on his side on the floor, and just beyond him is the dead gremlin. She looks at the animals in turn, asking, "So you can open your mouths to sing at me and make faces and shake your heads, but you can't clean up dead bodies? You're all useless."
And then it hits.
Gremlin.
Oh, GOD.
It comes back in a rush- she'd arrested people. Or tried, anyway. Sam and Janet would never let her live this down. She'd frisked the Crunch lookalike with the scary girlfriend. And dear lord did she really tackle Kara freaking Thrace? And yet she's a little pissed that Cadet Carson never reported back to her. Huh.
Jaye debates making a coccoon for herself out of her blankets, and staying there until she dies. Which, depending on who's pissed at her, might be soon.
