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*]

Comments

[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.

[fates_jaye]

"You just did that because you know I'm right."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Archie has better hair than you!"

[fates_jaye]

Jaye just smiles, because Archie does have better hair than EVERYONE.