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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[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Thank you," Peter said, taking the flag. "Isn't it nice that you don't always have to snark me to death?"

[fates_jaye]

Jaye opens the box just gave her and reads off, "Brains aren't everything. Infact, in your case they're nothing." She nods. "Happy?"

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

Peter grinned. "And your brain is in a box?" he asked. "Weird."

[fates_jaye]

Jaye throws a handful of glitter.

Though we all know, there's no real way of escaping glitter. Even if you are a superhero.

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

Peter used his spider-sense, speed, and agility to catch all of the glitter. Except that he totally failed to do this.

"Dude. You had to resort to throwing glitter within a minute and now I'm shiny. I win again," Peter said, raising an arm in victory.

[fates_jaye]

Which makes no sense, but whatever. Jaye knows who really won. "Sparkle sparkle," she tells him, and waves.