fates_jaye: (thinking)
Most of Jaye's stuff has been sent back already, but after packing up what she had in all four alcoves of Pixie D (and a goodbye to Aeryn over the alcove walls that was along the lines of "Good riddance!" "Die in a fire!"), it's time to head back to the dorms for the rest, most of which are somehow still stuffed animals. Which might be a sign she has too damn many of them.

At least they're not talking to her. It's hard to pack when you're threatening inanimate objects.

[Goodbye post, woe!!]
fates_jaye: (yay jaye!)
There is a desk with several kinds of moddable booze on it. There are all the things that go with those seveal kinds of moddable booze, such as cups and shot glasses, because you'd better believe Jaye would have all of that. Also, a few more kinda of snacky things, because nothing goes with alcohol like snacky things.

Also, a fire extinguisher. Because Sam said she'd bring a blowtorch. And Jaye's not that stupid.

Also some more, glitter. It's the Seahorse way. Or, part of it.


[For the Seahorsies, SO's, honorary Seahorsies and little sibs. If you're one of those people, feel free to handwave an invite. Up omg early for time zones and stuff. Also, lookit lookit y'all can see the room! *crams people in there*]
fates_jaye: (more phone calls)
There's no shows needing to be downloaded, the common rooms can be scary if you're not in the right mind for it, and it's Jaye's last day of freedom before classes start.

Hm. This calls for a phone conversation.

ring, ring )

[Open, as is the door, though I might be a teensy bit slow.]
fates_jaye: (on the phone)
Jaye's on the bored side, but she already spammed the voicemail of someone who's not even here, and the common room is all the way over there. So, not moving from her splayed position on the bed other than a vague reaching movement, she grabs her phone and dials a number.

ring, ring )

[Door and post is open.]
fates_jaye: (on the phone)
Jaye spends her early morning being really really careful. Like, taking off her shirt-that-has-not-been-glued-to-her so she can use it as a guard between her and anything she might touch. The shirt is the barrier between her and the clothes she's planning on wearing (and a thorough glue search of them), the wall, everything. This was probably not the sort of shirtlessness Jack was encouraging. So far nothing's been glued, and she can get dressed in full. This actually worries her more. Jaye is good at paranoia, yes. She has practice.

She's still got some time before class, so she heads outside with her phone, and makes a call )

After hanging up, Jaye makes another call, and lucky gets Sharon's voicemail. And really, it occurs to her that after her talk with Alec, she should probably be be grateful she has a family (and not a twinned clone). The beep sounds in the phone.

"Hi, Sharon, it's Jaye. I'm dating a cheeeeeeeerleadeeeeeer. Bye."

She hangs up. Mwahahahaha.


[If you're hanging around outside in the morning, feel free to say hi.]
fates_jaye: (for i am jaye)
After photography, Jaye comes back to the cabin, because it is pretty there and who the hell needs sunshine? Pfft. What? She's being productive, if anyone's paying attention to what she's doing.

It can not already be Wednesday. She is having fun. It is pretty and happy here. And the girls are cool, too. Not that they're not pretty, but whatever.

The date with Alec surprisingly turned out to be one of her better ones. Which is kind of weird. There'll be a second, even if Jaye thinks she might been to figure out a thing or two. But she can do that.

When she's done with her little project, she goes out into the common room briefly to put up a sign reading "SHIRTLESSNESS ENCOURAGED". Because really, it's a damn good idea. And then she's back in her little alcove, wondering if it's too early to call Mahandra.


[Curtain's open if the Seahorses (NO TYPO, WOO!) are around, but standard weekday availability applies: on until 7:30 PST, probably back at lunch, pinging like crazy when I get back from work.]

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