Room 417, Sunday evening
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.
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.