Fate's Bitch

Jaye spends about half an hour just looking at her phone, wishing it would break. In fact, if anyone asks why she hasn't called, that's what she'll say happened. In that case, hello new phone.

Finally, remembering that worse comes to worse, she has phone calls and kidnapping to fall back on, she picks up the phone.

...And gets no answer. Fine. They want her to call, they want to talk to her, and yet they aren't around when she does. Not that she really had anything she was willing to talk about beyond the fashion show and that whole going-to-another-planet thing. Well, fine. She's just not going to call next time. See if she puts forth the effort again.

Jaye? Doesn't realize she's being a brat about it.

Instead, she heads off to the common room. And takes her phone to glare at it.

After a long night of I Never, flailing, shirtlessness and Slutty Charms, Jaye and Alec make their way down to the cabins. Because this is such a drunken activity.

And as soon as they're at Stickbug, Jaye says, "Yay! Now lick it not dirty!"

There was a lot of drinking.

After spending most of the day in her little alcove, Jaye wanders back out towards the dorms. Because she's sneaky like that. She makes sure the poster is carefully hidden in the closet, and makes sure the mess she left packing after getting to the cabins is mostly gone. Tah dah.


[For Jack.]

After visiting Lorelai, Jaye comes back to her room, takes a nap, and finally checks her voicemail. And while she has no idea what she said on the phone yesterday, at least it sounded like it could have been worse.

She leaves the door open, just in case.

After the weird guy from next door came over, Jaye closed her door and got drunk. At one point she offered the Little Wooden Boy Dave a shot, but he seems to be clean.

At another point, Jaye started making phone calls.

And then she sets off to the lobby so she can go do her radio broadcast. Because sometimes Jaye's an idiot.


[Locked to those who know who they are.]

It's Saturday night, and Jaye is clearly a girl about the town.

In reality, she's watching a couple episodes of Spooky Things on her computer and doodling little stick figures in a notebook of a volleyball game. They may be stick figures, but they do have shorts, and are surprisingly shirtless.


[Open door, if there's anyone not getting rid of ghosts or slumber partying.]

Jaye doesn't have to be anywhere till afternoon, thank god, because it might take her that long to get over the freakout over having told her date that inanimate objects talk to her. Even if he was kind of okay with it. That might have been because he was having his own verbal hemmorrhage, though.

He's still here, too, which makes Jaye really hope that whatever happened ended like at midnight or something. She's just going to lay here and just kind of go over things in her head. And the longer he sleeps, the more curious she's going to get, let's face it.

When Jaye gets back to her room Friday evening, there are frogs in front of her door. "Okay, this? Doesn't make me happy," she tells them.

They don't even notice.

"Shoo," she says, gesturing wildly like they'll care.

They don't.

Jaye sighs, opens her door, and at least two try to follow her in when she steps over them. "Nooooo," she says. "You stay there!"

The frogs ignore her.


[Door? Still open.]

Jaye has been trying to ignore her phone. It keeps going to voicemail, and then ringing again an again. It's getting annoying, so by the eighth time, she finally picks up.

( yay phone )


[If you're around and willing to brave a slow LJ, come on by.]