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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[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna was back to the thin smile. And still looking murderous. "If you find it."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Frak." Parker glared back. "If I die, I'm telling them to make you give my damn soliloquies. In the guy's costume."

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"Like I haven't done that before. You won't die." Alanna paused. "I'm not responsible for maiming."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"God damnit." Parker grumbles. "Great, now I need to buy chainmail. Stupid Gilmore. Stupid play. Stupid Shakespeare. Grrrr."

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna rolled her eyes. "Padding's not chainmail. What did Gilmore do? Who's Shakespeare?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Gilmore got *me* to audition, and Shakespeare is the drug-addicted moon-addled fiend who wrote the play. Lovely words. Very little logic." She sighed. "Padding. Right. Well, hell. At least I'll get to play with shiny sharp things. Even if you're out for my blood." She folded her arms.

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"I'll settle for a little skin." Alanna clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "Just be glad I'm still in the stupid cast and will fencing left-handed."