"Right, you've reached Jenny Sparks. If this is Jack, I'm still not bloody speaking to you. Since apparently some of you might not know this bit, leave your message after the tone and I'll get back to you if I feel like it ( Read more... )

Swift was gone. So was Apollo. That wasn't the worst part; the worst part was that Midnighter didn't even know someone was missing. Jenny hadn't had the heart to tell him yet. Right now, she was gearing up for an argument as she stalked into the situation room. "We need to land the Carrier."

( Less arguing than expected )

Jenny was standing in line at the Starbucks around the corner from the front entrance to her college, waiting for her morning caffeine infusion before she headed to lecture, still smelling like a bar from last night, when something pinged in her head and Jack Hawksmoor's voice broke in over radiotelepathy. She was really going to have to do ( Read more... )

Apparently, when one was at university, one was supposed to do things like study and write essays. Jenny thought she'd gotten out of this by reading philosophy, but noooooo. But bugger all that, there were pubs and they had alcohol. You weren't supposed to smoke in them now, but Jenny had never been much of one for 'rules' or even 'laws ( Read more... )

Jenny let herself in to Pixie Dust on Monday. Yes, it wasn't her usual day, but she wanted to get some inventory done and start preparing things for the eventual handover of management to...someone. Possibly Ariel. Oh, dear. Therefore, she didn't actually open the shop, and was hoping no one would notice her moving around inside and try to come ( Read more... )

At two twenty-nine PM GMT, Jenny set down her glass, said, "Gentlemen," to everyone in the London pub, and then, "Door," and stepped through an orangey hole in the world and into a conference room in Cambridge, for an appointment that should have happened at least two weeks ago, but when it came to Jenny, there were always special circumstances. ( Read more... )

Sometime during the break, Jenny had finally realized that it wasn't just that her roommate wasn't around very much, all of Agnes's things were gone, too. That...explained a few things, actually.

Never let it be said Jenny was the most observant person on the planet.

Now that she'd realized she wasn't sharing with someone (and that she could ( Read more... )

Due to circumstances that don't need exploring, I had another Jenny journal with a substantially more awesome username sitting unused, and recently deleted it and bought a username token for when it purged. Then I got sick of waiting, because I have the patience of a goldfish, tried adding an article, and that was free.

So spiritofthe20th is now ashockingbitch ( Read more... )

Jenny Sparks had, in her time in Fandom, willfully destroyed over two dozen iPhones. The current one had lasted a little more than three months. It was a record ( Read more... )

Jenny stumbled through a Door into her room, still drunk and possibly stoned, fresh from a spring break spent terrorizing innocent pubkeepers refamiliarizing herself with London. The original intention of her trip had been to remind the government that she was still around, so don't do anything stupid, but she wasn't sure it had quite worked out ( Read more... )