Burninated second floor common room, Wednesday night

[fates_jaye]

Jaye's got her table again, and her computer chair, wheeled down the stairs from the fourth floor. Because everything's burninated.

Her flags are back. You know you want one.

The donation tin's back, too, by the way. Don't be cheap.


[Stuff's getting delivered tomorrow to make it oh so pretty, I swear. I just can't handle two potentially big posts in one day. *g*]

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[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John eyes the flags. "Huh. Sure, why not?" He tries to take the flag but the thing in his arms gets in the way.

"Oh, wait. I forgot. This is for you." (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhigh/554119.html?thread=26030471#t26030471)

[fates_jaye]

Jaye takes it, opens it up, and cracks up. "Can I throw them at people?" she asks, because it actually seems like a really good idea.

"Got something I wanted to give you. She reaches into her purse to hand off a small canister thingie of blue glitter. "Glitter cheers up all tube-like things," she says with a conspiratorial nod.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Throwing them at people might cause injury," John explains. "So, no. Just hurt them with your words."

John looks at his gift and sputters and blushes and nods. "Uh, thanks. Thanks. I think I might get detention if I even tried to glitter the dean."

[fates_jaye]

"I never suggested such a thing!" Jaye says quickly. "Do with it as you will."

She winks anyway.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Okay." John pours a handful of glitter in his hand and tosses it on Jaye's head. "For calling my girlfriend a bitch," he says, smiling sweetly.

[fates_jaye]

She's just telling the truth.

She shakes her hair out at him anyway.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John, in a totally childish way, tugs her swinging hair.

[fates_jaye]

"Ow! Psycho!" she says, grabbing onto her own hair to... get it back. "You're mean."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"That's the pot calling the kettle black," John says, snickering. "I think Aeryn's being nice in letting you live, you know."

[fates_jaye]

"Like she wouldn't get so expelled for that," she says. "I figure I'm good until graduation. By then she'll have to get in line after everyone else who'll want me dead."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John totally flicks her nose like an immature brat.

[fates_jaye]

Jaye thwaps him in the head with a flag. Deal with the glitter, bucko.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John, already mourning the loss of his glitter, totally dumps it down the front of Jaye's shirt...without looking at ANYTHING.

[fates_jaye]

Jaye stares at him.

Her bra itches.

"Oh my god."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Oops. My hand slipped," John says but smirks proudly.

[fates_jaye]

"Your hand does not slip down my shirt!" she flails.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Then I had an arm spasm," John claims.

[fates_jaye]

*points to icon*

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John just laughs at her glittery self.

"Have fun finding all that glitter," John says, still laughing.

[fates_jaye]

Just wait until radio.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John picks out one of Jaye's insults and reads it to her. "I don't know what makes you so dumb but it really works."

[fates_jaye]

Jaye rolls her eyes. "You're 10."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"You've got a big forehead."

[fates_jaye]

"And you're pudgy!"

[This statement does not reflect the opinion of the mun or the mun's other characters.]

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John blinks. And blinks again. And reaches for a flag, shaking it over Jaye's head.