Third floor common room, Sunday evening

[captainliberty]

Janet has made her way allllll the way to the dorms, and alllll the way up the stairs after talking to Pam. It's very tiring on her wee little legs, and she crawls up onto the couch with her eight pounds of clothes and towel cape, and decides she's bored.

She spots the remote and her eyes light up, and she reaches to grab it. The problem is, she doesn't know how to work the remote, so she's yelling "WORK!" at it and pouting when that doesn't turn the TV on.

She might need help. Or advice that TV ruins the brain.


[Open, especially for the kiddies, or those who want to entertain said kiddies. La.]

Comments

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Howcome?"

[fates_jaye]

"That's for me to know and you to find out," Jaye says mysteriously. Because she's five.

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Nuh uh. I can totally figure out your secret if I want to."

[fates_jaye]

"Oh, yeah? What is it?"

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod was still kinda new to pretendering. He sat down on the floor, cross-legged, and studied Jaye for a while. "I'm having troubles. You're very unpredictable, Jaye. That's why you're fun."

[fates_jaye]

"I'm an enigma," Jaye grins. "I'll gve you a hint. It has to do with the number 42."

It so doesn't. She doesn't even know what she's talking about.

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"You have 42 pairs of shoes?" Yeah, Jarod was still new at this.

[fates_jaye]

"Nope, that's Buffy," she says. "It's not about shoes."