The Perk, Sunday evening

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Angel had coffee, he had his dog, he'd made some handwavey phonecalls to let people know where to meet him -

If only he had music and rhythm. Then he could ask for nothing more.

Actually he was content with the whole coffee/dog/friends thing.

[ooc: If you think Angel called you, he did. Angel's here for his friends but feel free to use the Perk for your non-Angel Perky needs.]

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[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel gave her an assessing look. "I could probably carry you."

[fates_jaye]

"I'm okay with that," she decides. She might be kidding. "When do we go?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Logan and I are leaving later tonight," Angel said. "Dunno about you."

Sean went over to sniff Jaye, then try to lick her hand.

[fates_jaye]

"Take the job," says her purse.

"Oh my god, enough about the job," she sighs.

[Net go splodey.]

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"What job?" Angel asked.

[np. was watching TAR finale]

[fates_jaye]

"I have no idea," she says. "Something's telling me to take the job. I have know idea what the hell it's talking about."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"What, like an inner voice?" Angel guessed.

[fates_jaye]

"Inner of my purse, sure," she shrugs.

Jaye's so hit the 'I do dont care' portion of this crazy person thing.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel looked from the purse to her. "Jaye, I didn't hear anything."

[fates_jaye]

Jaye, who cares not for things like manners or personal bubbles, takes a seat and pulls the little lion out of her purse.

"I know," she says. "He's like that frog in the cartoon that sings and dances but only when that guy's all alone. Except this one does it in public but no one else can hear it so I look like a tool."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel could tell she was serious. He pushed his coffee to the side. "Those times on radio. That was you and - " he gestured to the lion " - him?"

[fates_jaye]

"Sometimes. I once did a radio broadcast with an imaginary friend that wasn't him," she says. "...And the sheep toaster really does talk. That's Bridge's fault."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Well yeah," Angel said, shrugging that off. "I've met Toasty. So is this a spell? Or possession?"

[fates_jaye]

"There's a chance I'm clinically insane," she says. "But no, things just talk to me. And sing. Loudly. All night."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Anything in particular?" Angel asked.

[fates_jaye]

"Not usually. Anything they feel like, really," Jaye tells him. "There's a rubber snake that gets really into it. And really off key."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"I meant what do they tell you," Angel said. "Though the off-key must be annoying."

[fates_jaye]

"Oh! Um, depends. They tell me to do things, and I do them. Like locking Kawalsky and Alanna in my room. But hey, they got back togetherish for it."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"What are they telling you now?" Angel asked.

[fates_jaye]

"Take the job. They're not very specific," she says, frowning at the lion and ficking its head.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Did it start when you were looking at want ads?" Angel asked.

[fates_jaye]

"Nope. Like I would look at a want ad?" says Jaye. "It started right before I called you."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"But the only possible job we've got is..." Angel trailed off. "Huh."

[fates_jaye]

"Huh?" Jaye repeats.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Logan's been saying we should hire an office manager," Angel said. "I've been ignoring him since that's supposed to be his job. But we are getting busier."