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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[fates_jaye]

"I'll give her baked goods and will probably survive. You're awesome," Jaye says, grinning at the donation and handing her a flag.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Smith & Miho. It's like a scary, scary weapons firm. Established sometime in the pre-history of violence, and carrying on happily into the future." Parker waved her little flag. "Woo."

[fates_jaye]

"...I'm scared now."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"You weren't before? Were you paying attention?" Parker shuddered.