JGOB- Saturday afternoon

[fates_jaye]

So, apparently, when you spontaneously turned telepathic, it was pretty easy to figure out you were telepathic.

Which was why sitting in the Perk was probably a bad idea if you were Jaye today, because all she was trying to do was get nice and caffeinated and have a muffin and now she was stuck listening to the clerk's brain talk about how she'd dropped a danish on the floor and put it in the case or go on about the new guy she was dating in way more detail than she wanted to know.

"Great," Jaye muttered, "now everything talks to me."


[So very open.]

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[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

After his visit to confirm with Agent Barton that it wasn't just him, Coulson decided to run - again, quite quickly - to get some breakfast. His shirt might have some sweat stains after a brisk run like that, but still. Pretty badass.

"Miss Tyler," he greeted while waiting for a danish. "How are you today?" He hoped the danish didn't take long. Not because he disliked Jaye's company. He was just hungry. Probably from all of the spells and enhanced physical activity he was trying out.

[fates_jaye]

"Informed," she said slowly. "What kinds of spells?"

Sorry, had he not said that part?

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"Mostly ones that end in fiery explosions," Coulson said. He knew what he had or hadn't said. "Telepathy?" Wild guess.

[fates_jaye]

"Looks like. Why couldn't I get fiery explosions?"

This was also not the first time Jaye'd suddenly gotten powers. She could roll with this one just fine except for everyone's inner voices.

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"Because you're more likely to blow someone up in annoyance than me," Coulson said. "Sorry. Normally I'd just think that. But right now I might as well say it."

[fates_jaye]

"Um, no, I wouldn't, because covering up murders takes work I'm not willing to put in," Jaye argued.

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"If it helps, I also have enhanced strength and speed, so that would actually be pretty easy," Coulson offered.

[fates_jaye]

"How the hell did you get that?" Jaye wondered.

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"No idea. Luck of the draw, I guess," Coulson said, giving a shrug.

[fates_jaye]

"Ugh," Jaye sighed. And then, "Would you be useful and blow up the clerk for me? She's really annoying."

See, laziest ever.

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"No, but I think I have a spell to make her go faster," Coulson said.

And then he cast Haste. He wanted that danish!

[fates_jaye]

"That doesn't help me. And can you stop thinking about danish? You're making me want one," she told him.

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"I can't really help it. I didn't have breakfast this morning. As you know, it's the most important meal of the day," Coulson pointed out. Finally, the clerk arrived with the danish. It smelled so good, even from here!

[fates_jaye]

"It does smell good," she agreed. "Dammit, squirrel."

[not_mandonna]

Max had wings. Big poofy wings that would've been great if he were a drag queen or Lady Gaga, but right now they were just a bitch to get in the door.

"Hey," he said to Jaye, midway through the process of yanking one wing through the doorway. "Important question. Is the food here good enough to justify this effort?"

[fates_jaye]

"No, but I think you might be committed now," Jaye told him.

[not_mandonna]

"Ugh, nooo," he whined. "But the effort I am putting into this is ridic. Just look at all those dead feathers on the floor. Look at them."

He sighed dramatically, still in the doorway. "I've lost all will to go on.

Sure you weren't Lady Gaga, Max? Because with those theatrics...

[fates_jaye]

"They have chocolate muffins," Jaye told him. She figured that might help.

[not_mandonna]

"Oooh, for real?" Max asked, perking up. Right at that moment, he managed to get the second wing through the door. "There we go," he said triumphantly, then pointed to Jaye. "Good life-coaching."

[fates_jaye]

"What can I say, it's in my nature to be helpful," she said.

When good and forced to by a lion that talked to her and only her.

[not_mandonna]

"Apparently," Max said, setting off for the counter and ordering a couple of chocolate muffins. "That is one skill I do not have. But I can fly, so I'd say that puts us even."

[fates_jaye]

"I can also read people's thoughts now," Jaye said. "...I'd rather the wings."

Maybe. They'd probably ruin her clothes.

[not_mandonna]

"Well, you could have these if it wasn't destined to be a massively painful surgery," Max offered generously. "They're heavy and annoying and huge."

[fates_jaye]

"But you can fly," Jaye pointed out.

[not_mandonna]

"Yeah?" Yes, Max. Obviously. "I was assuming they were decorative. You don't think?"

[fates_jaye]

"If they were just decorative they'd be failtastic wings," she said. "Uh, maybe don't flap them indoors, though." She'd be holding her drink protectively just in case.

[not_mandonna]

"That is so not gonna happen it's insane," Max promised her, holding up his newly-acquired chocolate muffin. "I have precious cargo right here."

Okay, Max. Sure.

"You get anything weird today? I am assuming I'm not the only one."

[fates_jaye]

"The thought-reading's not exactly normal," she said. And did that ever say a lot about this town that she thought that was a necessary clarification.

[not_mandonna]

"Ohhhhh." Well, that was different. "Well, that makes a lot more sense, then, 'cause don't take this the wrong way because it's pretty much a compliment, but you do not look like a mind-reader."

Whatever that meant. Max wasn't even sure. But he thought mind-readers tended to have a lot more flowy skirts and sparkles in their clothes and whatnot.

[[sorry, 3.5-hour nap happened.]]