Fate's Bitch

Sometime after her break had ended, Jaye got a phone call. She took another break from work to answer it, and wished she hadn't when she found out it was from her insurance company.

"Yes, apparently you were in an accident last night and didn't report it?" the woman said.

"Well, barely an accident. I tapped his car," Jaye said. "Barely."

"Because his estimate says that it may be upwards of two thousand dollars in damage."

Her jaw dropped. "No way! Seriously, I tapped his car. It was like the car version of a love tap!"

"Which, unfortunately, is going to raise your premiums as you've had... wow, a lot of accidents in the last year." She'd lived in LA, that was her excuse. "And he's saying that his neck and shoulder have been bothering him. He has a doctor's note from the ER."

"He wasn't even in the car!" Jaye protested.

"Can you say this for certain?"

"I mean, I don't have like, photographic proof, but unless he was in the backseat doing dirty things, I didn't see him. In which case he's got more things to worry about like why he's not doing dirty things at home instead of his backseat."

And it went on like this. And on.

Jaye was not at her parents' Thanksgiving this year. No, she was at her parents' friends' Thanksgiving this year, which for all she could gather had been arranged solely to hook Sharon up with their oldest son. Which 1) NO, and 2) he was spending more time leering at Jaye, which she hadn't signed on for.

( because it's not thanksgiving for me without a jaye post )

Jaye didn't notice anything at first when she woke up. She'd missed out on most of the Fandom weirdness that everyone else had experienced, which was fine by her, since it meant that she could spend her time laughing and taking pictures instead. It was a really good arrangement for her.

It wasn't until she got up to go drag her sleepy self into the shower and passed her mirror that she noticed that something was a little off. Like oh, her boobs were gone, her hair was suddenly short, and bye bye to all her usual girl features. And- oh god, she had to check. She closed her eyes, pulled the waistband of her sleep pants away from her body, and took a deep breath before looking down.

The screech of "HOW IS THIS EVEN FAIR?" had her mother knocking on her door a moment later. "Jaye, honey? Is everything all right?"

"No-" Oh, hey, that wasn't her voice, either. Jaye cleared her throat, trying to raise her voice a couple octaves, which still sounded a lot like a boy trying to sound like a girl and failing. "I have the plague, go away," she tried, and rushed forward to lock the door suddenly when it occurred to her to do so.

Well, this was just great. Now she was going to have to wait for everyone to go to work and school before she could raid Aaron's closet.


[Open if you want to talk to boy!Jaye. When I wake up, of course.]

Jaye was having a weird day. Which was why she was sitting on the sofa in front of the TV, occasionally licking her hand and seeing if she felt any sort of buzz from the beer flavor. Nothing so far. Maybe this meant that she'd actually ingested so much alcohol at this point that she'd become supersaturated. Which would be kind of awesome.

And from her coffee table, she heard the wax lion say something that sounded a lot like "Go Brown."

"Shut up," Jaye told it. "You're just jealous you don't taste like beer."

The last thing Jaye remembered was being eaten by a land shark at the radio station. And then she woke up in her bed. So obviously the beer falling from the sky had been spiked with something, or she totally, actually fell for the land shark thing.

"Karma sucks," she muttered, and a moment later to the animal-filled room at large, added, "No one say a thing!"


[Establishy.]

Oh look, that time of year again. Time to pick the seven people who are going to be bringing your characters all the dirty details of the BDE's, weetiny invasions, and who's hooking up with who. Whee. =D

Anyone with a character in town (teachers, townies, students, on-island alumni) are able to vote. You can totally vote for yourself, but please let the votes be IC and not who you just wanna see in it. Voting will remain open till midnight PST tonight, Sunday May 25, so get your votes in.

Up for the slots are:

Turtle Wexler
Jenny and Reno
Lacey Burrows
Robin Scherbatsky
Barney Stinson
Gwynn and Eve
Lois Lane
Sam and Dean Winchester
Jaye Tyler
Seely Booth

[Poll #1193638]

And of course, if I did anything wrong, please to be smacking me, k?

Jaye came back to her room, listening to her voicemail and cursing herself out that she hadn't managed drunk dials at Rory and Anakin's wedding. Maybe next time. In fact, she'd make it a mission next time. If she felt like it.

And while listening, she tossed the mail in her hands into two piles: magazines and 'things I don't want to deal with', which covered all else. When she saw the one letter addressed to her in writing she didn't really recognize, she was more curious to figure out what the lumpy things inside were rather than who sent it.

The glee over getting to go back to Fandom, though, was dampered by the following thought: "Wait, summer job?"

Two hours in a car with Kristine.

Two hours in a car with Kristine, who was drunk and kept either nodding off or sobbing about how much she missed Don- Jaye could have sworn the bf's name was Dan- and even the cab driver kept reminding them that the meter was running and that he didn't have all night. If it wasn't for the fact that her lion in her purse kept telling her to get her home, she'd have ditched her about eight times by now. It wasn't like Kristine was a friend. More like a one night only drinks sugar momma.

( cut as this part got long )

All right, so going out Sunday night when she had class and work on Monday was not the smartest move Jaye could have made. But Kristine, one of the girls from Philosophy had just broken up with her boyfriend and decided Jaye was the one to tell her like it is and then after about eight refusals offered to pay for all Jaye's drinks and there she was.

( cut because i can )

Wednesday saw Jaye on campus, which wasn't a surprise.

However, the small card table she'd set up with several small bottles of sunscreen the sign reading "BOTTLES OF CRAZY, $5 $4 $4.50 $4.25 $2" might have been.

It was prety much a dare, but she was also using it as a social experiment to see whether or not anything actually sold. So far she was figuring that most of the people either actually thought it was a sociology or marketing project, or they knew who Jaye was and knew to just go with it. She seemed to be getting a rep.

The rep probably didn't improve when she started snapping back at her talking purse, either. Not did it help her make sales of crazy bottles.