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fates_jaye

Room 417, sometime around twoish on Sunday

Sep 17, 2006 13:21

Jaye? Still in bed. And she's not moving anytime soon. Because as much fun as she had last night, and hey, she even met someone awesome out of it even if it does potentially complicate a thing or two, she is never, ever, ever going to be able to drink tequila again.

Maybe she'll move tomorrow.

[So not open.]

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fates_jaye September 17 2006, 20:30:56 UTC

Talk.

fates_jaye September 17 2006, 20:31:33 UTC

Jaye just pulls a pillow over her head. After a minute. Her limbs have joined the hate parade her liver started earlier.

fates_jaye September 17 2006, 20:32:07 UTC

Talk.

fates_jaye September 17 2006, 20:32:24 UTC

Talk.

fates_jaye September 17 2006, 20:33:17 UTC

"Shut up," Jaye mumbles from under the pillow. If she had superpowers, maybe she could get some aspirin. Right now she's not budging.

fates_jaye September 17 2006, 20:33:33 UTC

Talk.

fates_jaye September 17 2006, 20:33:45 UTC

Talk.

fates_muses September 17 2006, 20:34:11 UTC

Talk.

fates_muses September 17 2006, 20:34:40 UTC

Talk.

fates_muses September 17 2006, 20:35:03 UTC

Babble babble babble!

fates_jaye September 17 2006, 20:37:24 UTC

When they've been doing this for at least five minutes, Jaye begins to wish for spontaneous deafness. Or deadness. Deadness would work.

After ten, she's considering sleeping in the bathtub.

After fifteen, she's decided moving will be worse than hearing, and stays where she is.

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