Second floor common room, Tuesday evening

[fates_jaye]

There's nothing to do, so Jaye wanders to the second floor, kicks her feet up on the coffee table, and waits for someone to entertain her.

And someone had better entertain her. Preferrably with antics.

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker wandered in looking vaguely annoyed and abstracted, and flopped down on one of the chairs. "Think I can stage a coup?"

[fates_jaye]

"Depends. Of what?" Jaye asks.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"School play. I got cast. What's that about?" Parker grimaced. "I hate the ending of Midsummer. It completely deserves a rewrite. It would even be improved by jazz hands."

[fates_jaye]

Jaye coughs. "I might have suggested jazz hands to Faux Principal Dewey," she admits.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker snorted. "If all the fairies jazz hands--" She does so in Jaye's direction, very Fosse, "--and flee the stage, I'll know to thank you. Otherwise? I'm getting you for that, and the whole 'dating Isabel' thing from last night. Free press my ass."

[fates_jaye]

"I didn't say you were dating Isabel, I said you and Isabel made a date, which is what my notes said," she protests.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"You're just lucky no one's asked me about that. Jeez. And what was up with the couch? I missed whatever silliness you guys were doing, since I was actually watching the movie."

[fates_jaye]

"I think Rory said someone had probably had sex on the couch, and I was sitting on my hands, so I gave her the semen germs in a surprisingly non-dirty fashion."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"You two are *odd*." Never mind that she'd had the same reaction, the first time she was in Jarod's room. Then again, she'd redecorated it since then. "Although at least I can track that conversation now, in retrospect. And there was no ass-slapping yesterday of Cam! I just kicked his ass. Totally different."

[fates_jaye]

"It was in my notes!" she says. "So you can kick his ass, I'll slap it. Okay."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker tilted her head, then conceded. "Okay, that's fair. Who the hell *writes* those notes, anyway? Because even though I'm not Rory, I gotta say 'dirty' is the only word that comes to mind."

[fates_jaye]

"Can't reveal our sources," she says, "but yeah. Seriously dirty. And sometimes, I even clean up the phrasing."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"I know John and Lee aren't even trying, but that's impressive, if true." Parker shook her head. "Tell your sources to quit talking about Jarod. Or the next time I find them, they might get permanently disconnected."

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Second floor common room, of course. "Oh Miss Parker!" Alanna nearly sang out. "Just the person I was looking for!"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Oh, frak." Parker sighed and got up, putting the chair between her and Alanna. "It's not my fault! They cast people as the Tooth Fairy!"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna smiled. It was a very thin smile. "I got cast. I'm not happy. I don't even know who I got cast as, but it was the second name on the list." She paused. "I'm not happy."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I'm getting that." Parker rolled her eyes. "Sorry? But it's not my fault! The Principal is snorting Diet Coke!"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna's left handed rested lightly on the hilt of her sword. "How did I get in?! And yes, it is your fault! I wasn't even going to try out! I was just going to mock! And who the hell is Egeus anyway?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Uh. I think he's the father of one of the heroines." Parker winces. "Maybe they're being avant-garde?" She eyes Alanna's hand and cautiously says, "I didn't *make* you do anything, you know--"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna blinked. And blinked. "...Father?! FATHER?! I wouldn't have tried out if you hadn't assured me that there was no way I would get in!" Alanna's hand was nowhere near her sword, seeing as how she was kind of flapping now. However, light purple sparks where shooting between her fingers. "This is a nightmare!"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"How the hell was I supposed to know? The Principal made up parts! Chuck Norris and the lobster aren't even *in* this play!" Parker took another step back, watchign the purple flashes with wariness. "Alanna, chill. Okay?"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna couldn't think of the proper English words to explain everything she was thinking, so she tossed in a few from other languages. None were 'Goddess Bless'. "If I have to suffer, so do you! I don't act! Or sing! You were much better than me!" She flapped her hand and made the purple sparks go to her still healing wrist.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"I am suffering! They made me the Queen of the Goddamned Fairies!" Parker yelled back. "I have to get up there and kiss a donkey's head! Not. Cool!"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna blinked. "What the *insert creative cussing here* is this play about anyway?!" She took a deep breath and yelled back. "And at least you're playing a girl!"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Fairy princess! Do I look like a fairy queen or princess!? Don't answer that." Parker took a breath. "And it's, um. About two sets of lovers, who run off to be together in the woods, and the fairies in the woods mess with their heads. Oh, and *my* character's husband does the same thing to her. It's all very, very wrong. And freakin' sparkly."