Fate's Bitch

Jaye just had to open that ball thing on her way in, didn't she? Now she was apparently stuck with a tiny little white kitten who'd start mewing cutely annoyingly anytime Jaye tried to put her down, and who was getting white fur all over her clothes.

Sitting in her chair looking like she didn't know whether to be irritated or not, Jaye tried to reach for her coffee, and had the kitten look up at her and make that sound again. "You are a needy little thing. Who's the cat version of Dr. Phil?" Jaye wondered, but she didn't dare reach for the coffee again.

[Ooopen.]

Omg, we have to have a poll for the first time in forever! Time for you to pick your seven favorites from the lineup to read your characters all the gossip for the rest of the semester. You have until 12 pm PDT Saturday, September 8 to vote!


Korra
Miriam
Loki and Alex
Olive
Yakko
Jono
Jaye
Rilla
GLaDOS

Remember, the poll is IC voting, so all characters can vote: townies, students and teachers.

[Poll #1864747]

It was best to not ask how exactly Jaye had ended up with custody of a chihuahua that had until yesterday been Jamie Madrox. The important thing was that she had.

And that the Jamhuahua was currently trying to wrestle with a stuffed bear that he'd gotten from somewhere or another. For reasons that should go without saying, the dog was winning. Though when Jaye came back to the living room and saw this happening, the bear also turned its head to her and said, "I would rather this wasn't happening."

"Oh, sure, now you guys start talking," Jaye retorted, and then had to spend the next few minutes accidentally playing tug-of-war with a chihuahua. Yes, it took a couple minutes, don't judge.

[Establishy!]

Right, the office again. Jaye was back here, but rather than working she was blatantly and unapologetically playing solitaire. What, like someone was going to yell at her?

And occasionally she was saying bad words just because she could again.

It was entirely possible Jaye was still mentally sixteen.

Okay, weird enough that Jaye had walked right past copious bunny banging on the way to get her laundry, which was one of those things that had made her simultaneously try to avert her eyes while muttering, "Get a room." But at least she hadn't seen any of those little alien things around so far today? So far?

Thinking her day was about to get a lot better, she opened up the dryer, pulled out the only clothes in there... and looked dismayed as she saw that absolutely nothing had happened to her uniform, even washing it in hot water. Twice. "WHY WON'T YOU SHRINK, DAMN YOU?"

Because it was polyester, Jaye, that's why.


[Open with the usual SP warning.]

Jaye was trying to work on a final. No, really.

Trying being the operative word because she kept stopping to curse Anakin's name for the fact that she was still singing "Pocketful of Sunshine." So it was really less working and more wondering how mad Rory would be if Jaye killed her husband.

The door was open, though.

Was it possible to have senioritis when you were years past being a senior? Because if it was, Jaye had it. Hell, even if it wasn't Jaye had it. She could be like a modern miracle when it came to fake diseases.

But since she taught movie day and that didn't exactly require a lot of work for her to ditch out on- which, if she thought about it, made it less a case for senioritis and mostly just said she was lazy- she was balling up Post-Its and using them to play trashketball. On company time, oh yeah.

Too bad she didn't get paid hourly.

Jaye spent the first part of her morning uploading pictures from Monday's droid baby photo session to Facebook.

She spent the rest of her day being extremely vague in response to all the "wtf" comments.

Welcome to the only reason Jaye even had a Facebook.


[Open!]

Jaye could have been having a better vacation. But after having things start talking to her and then a subsequent sleepless night and wandering through a gay ball (that still sounded wrong) to try and find some guy who she was told to follow but lost in a crowd (you'd think with so many feathers there, there'd be one damn fake bird to play hot and cold with), and therefore there'd been another sleepless night because of it.

So as these things tended to happen, she'd gone about her business, only to get sent on another wild goose chase through Rio.

( ...Wild goose chase was almost an accurate term, too. )


[It's really all willbethenight's fault.]

Today Jaye made a grave mistake.

Today Jaye told her family where she'd ended up. No, she hadn't before now, are you kidding? If it were really up to her she wouldn't even give them her phone number. No, not really.

Every once in a while she'd hold the phone away from her ear when she got tired of listening, and anyone who stopped in or maybe even passed by could hear Sharon's voice saying things like, "That place turned you into a crazy person," and "It's nothing but all Democrats, all the time!" or "If you call me again pretending you're three like that one time, so help me-"