Second floor common room, Sunday evening

[fates_jaye]

After work, Jaye turns the common room into Campaign and Anti-Campaign Headquarters.

There are several posters hanging on the walls. All over the walls.

On the table are two stacks of flyers. Lots of them. Many trees died for this cause. It's a theme with her this week. And really, it shouldn't be this hard to slander Marty. It just shouldn't.

Also, thanks to Jeff The God of Biscuits, there are cookies to buy your votes.


[Will be AFK for a few hours, but will be playing, and feel free to stop in, chat, and blah blah blah. It's a common room post, people. Go kill my inbox.]

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[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"What're you doing?" John says, stopping by the common room on his way back to his own room. "This place is a mess."

[fates_jaye]

"It's partisan," Jaye corrects. "We're getting your roomie elected and Marty not elected."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Are you?" John picks up one of the flyers. "Dude, you spelled Aeryn's name wrong."

[fates_jaye]

"What, is it S-O-O-N or something? It's kind of a weird pronunciation there. i had to guess."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Not her last name," John says. "First name. A-E-R-Y-N. Like the air and the sun."

[fates_jaye]

Jaye makes a face. "That's the corniest thing ever." She shrugs. "Sorry. Wouldn't have thought to spell it all special. Since when should 'Erin' have an A and a Y in it?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Since when does the name Jaye have an 'E' at the end? What, is it a special silent letter?"

[fates_jaye]

"Ask my mother, who would probably blame the Demoral."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Ah, you're a drug addict," John says, balling one of the flyers up and tossing it at her. "Explains a lot."

[fates_jaye]

"Principal Bristow told me to have a drug-free life, dammit," Jaye says, throwing the flyer back at him. "And hey, these are getting your guy into high school office!"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"He is not my guy," John corrects. "Aeryn is my girl and you spelled her name wrong!"

[fates_jaye]

"Well, it's not exactly about her," Jaye says patiently.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"You're so nice," John says, tossing the paper back at her. "That charm's gonna take you far Jay with an 'E' that's silent."

[fates_jaye]

"Do you have a silent H in your John or are you lacking?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John glares at her. "Can I take one of these back to show Aeryn?"

[fates_jaye]

She hands one to him. "Have at it."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"No wonder your boyfriend-less," John grumbles.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

On her way to Jake's art show Callisto does not stop by the common room for the sole purpose of stealing posters of Angel.

Because that would be wrong.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John might smile a little evily at the sight of Callisto.

"Whatcha doing?" he asks from his spot on the sofa.

[chasingangela]

After dumping her bag on her bed, Angela roams down to the second-floor common room.

She's in a weird mood, and it's made woprse when she sees the Maerty flier quoting her.

"Ohmygodyou didn'ttellmeyouwereusing this stuff!" she screeches, reaching pitches usually used only by bats and Quinn Morgendorffer, before collapsing on the couch with her face in her hands. "I'm dead. Seriously. So. Very. Dead."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Angela?" John looks over in concern. "Do you need some water?"

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto spun around to face Crichton, hiding the poster behind her back. "Nothing."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"What's behind your back?" Because she's so obvious he needs sunglasses.

[chasingangela]

"Water?" she asks helplessly. "Um, yes. And -- has Marty seen the fliers that are quoting me yet?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John hands Angela a glass of water retrieved some the sink. "Don't think he has. I was the only one in here with Jaye befor you and Callisto got here. So, no Marty yet."