Third floor commoon room, Tuesday night

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

Peter wandered over to the common room and turned on the television. Nothing on, nothing on... Gelmoore Gals. Peter scoped out the surroundings. Nobody around. "Yay guilty pleasure," Peter cheered to himself. Even if somebody came over in a couple minutes, he'd probably be amused enough by the show not to care at that point.

[OOC: Open, hooray.]

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[fates_jaye]

"Still Mandy, though," Jaye insists.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"Not Manday. Never Mandy."

[fates_jaye]

"Too late," Jaye says, because she hasn't figured out that this is stupid, simply because she hsn't been deadinated yet. "Sorry."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"Jaye." Callisto leant across and laid one arm around Jaye's shoulders, and squeezed. Hard. "We're not calling the baby Mandy. Anyone who does might find themselves having difficulty breathing."

[fates_jaye]

"Ow, what the hell," says Jaye, squirming. "Fine. No Mandy."

Amanda works.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"Good."

[fates_jaye]

"Can I go over there now?"

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto let go of Jaye. "Yes, yes you can."

[fates_jaye]

Jaye flees.