fates_jaye: (at home)
Jaye was spending her Saturday night packing. A bunch of her stuff she'd sent ahead, though let's see how Portalocity handled that, those bastards. And as much as she didn't mind LA (it was weird, which she liked, but it was weird), it would be nice to get back to Fandom (which was also weird).

Maybe she should have let her parents knew she was moving to a different state.

[Open if the LA residents want to show. Jaye'll be heading off in the AM.]
fates_jaye: (happy jaye)
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?"

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