After returning from the common room, Jaye's camped out in front of E! and lounging on her bed.

There's suddenly a faint popping noise, and that can't be good.

Slowly, she raises her hand in front of her face.

The rest of the fourth floor might hear a shrieked, "I'M 3-DEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"

[Establishly, la]

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 )

Jaye had meant to leave her room. She did. She'd decided she'd seen far too much of America's Next Top Model and needed to leave, but she'd only managed to open the door before she decided she had to know who won the last cycle and whether anyone fell down on the runway ( Read more... )