"Right, you've reached Jenny Sparks. If this is Jack, I'm still not bloody speaking to you. Since apparently some of you might not know this bit, leave your message after the tone and I'll get back to you if I feel like it."

BEEP

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Sometime during the break, Jenny had finally realized that it wasn't just that her roommate wasn't around very much, all of Agnes's things were gone, too. That...explained a few things, actually.

Never let it be said Jenny was the most observant person on the planet.

Now that she'd realized she wasn't sharing with someone (and that she could stop smoking out the window, thank God, with winter coming), Jenny had decided to rearrange the room to be more to her liking. Generally, when she had to rearrange furniture, she told someone like, say, Apollo where she wanted it, then stood back and watched the fun. Since she had to do it on her own this time, it was taking a while and not going very smoothly. A lot of banging and dragging sounds could be heard from the open doorway to room 401, occasionally accompanied by some very creative and foul-mouthed swearing.

((Door and post open!))

Due to circumstances that don't need exploring, I had another Jenny journal with a substantially more awesome username sitting unused, and recently deleted it and bought a username token for when it purged. Then I got sick of waiting, because I have the patience of a goldfish, tried adding an article, and that was free.

So spiritofthe20th is now ashockingbitch. *pets new name* I now no longer have three characters with usernames beginning with 's,' so the likelihood of Steve accidentally saying 'fuck' has gone down substantially.

You may now return to your regularly scheduled RP madness.

Jenny Sparks had, in her time in Fandom, willfully destroyed over two dozen iPhones. The current one had lasted a little more than three months. It was a record.

It did not survive the end of the call she received on it tonight, one full of cursing and statements of hatred for alternate realities. Jenny dropped the smoking ruin on the floor and stepped over it to write Agnes a note telling her she'd be back when she got back if she didn't die first. It was her idea of being considerate. Then she said simply, "Door," and stepped through an oscillating orange-gold opening in the air which closed behind her, onto the Carrier, and into a battle already in progress.

((Establishy!))

Jenny stumbled through a Door into her room, still drunk and possibly stoned, fresh from a spring break spent terrorizing innocent pubkeepers refamiliarizing herself with London. The original intention of her trip had been to remind the government that she was still around, so don't do anything stupid, but she wasn't sure it had quite worked out according to plan.

Oh, well. Gordon Brown was hardly the first PM whose desk she'd puked on, and he probably wouldn't be the last.

She collapsed facedown on her bed, fully dressed, and was unconscious in about a second. So pretty much a usual night for her, then.

((Establishy!))

Kind of late, but better late than never, eh?

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Lady Jennifer Sparks awoke with the dawn, as was her wont, and gazed out the window as she reminisced on the sad and strange sequence of events that had brought her here. First her parents had died in that terrible boating accident while she was away at the girls' school in Vienna, leaving her father's business rival to steal the family fortune and forcing her to marry to avoid winding up on the streets, then her new husband had kidnapped her godfather, intent on using his intellect and Lady Jennifer's beauty to cement his claim to the throne he planned to usurp. Now she was forced to hide in this strange, quaint town, and it really just wasn't fair.

After several minutes of gazing out the window and heaving great sighs every few minutes, Lady Jennifer decided there was nothing to do but get ready for church. God would help her. Somehow. She just had to have faith, and hope her evil ex-husband didn't show up on the island. But really, what were the odds of that?

Jenny was sound asleep, drooling blissfully onto her pillow, when...

"MUMMY!"

Well, that had been nice while it lasted. "No, go away!" Like that would work.

OKAY SO.

My move is going substantially less smoothly than I would have hoped. As in I STILL don't have cable and missed the damn Comcast guy yesterday by LESS THAN FIVE MINUTES. And since I start classes today, I kind of have to be here instead of crashing at my parents', where the internets may be dial-up, but at least they exist.

I'm going kind of insane.

Luckily, the university has computer labs. But still, until I get freaking cable, my availability has gone down from 'spotty' to 'VERY MINIMAL.' Sorry, guys!

It seems to be the week for that.

So on Monday I'm moving into my new apartment! And on Wednesday I start grad school! It's all very exciting! And I like exclamation points!

Heh. I'll be setting up my computer first thing, and supposedly my cable/internet will already be hooked up, but these things are never sure because, well, it's Comcast. My availability may be spotty/minimal for a few days. We'll see. This also goes for screwyoumarvel and notafairy. multiplez is kind of another story...

Jenny was preparing to ring in the new year and her birthday with a bottle of vodka when a Door opened and a black-gloved hand shot through, grabbed her wrist, and yanked her back with it. "Hey!" Jenny started to protest.

Then she realized she was standing in the Garden of Ancestral Memory with the rest of the Authority. Her Authority. And they'd brought cake and booze.

Jenny felt tears well up in her eyes. "You guys don't suck so much sometimes, you know that?"

((Happy New Year! NFB and NFI due to mystical other-dimensionalness.))

Jenny had a monster hangover, a purpose, and one more final. She also had a song stuck in her head.

Jenny I've got your number
I need to make you mine
Jenny don't change your number
867-5309
867-5309

And suddenly, Jenny realized why Midnighter had looked so maliciously gleeful when he'd told her her new phone number. She was sure she'd had worse days since her resurrection, but right now she was having a damned hard time thinking of one. "God," she moaned, digging the heels of her hands into her eyes. "Let me die."

God did not answer her prayer. This might have had something to do with the thing where she'd killed him. Oops?

Jenny Jenny you're the girl for me
You don't know me but you make me so happy
I tried to call you before but I lost my nerve
I tried my imagination but I was disturbed

"Jenny I've got your number
I need to make you mine
Jenny don't change your number
Eight six seven five three oh nine
Eight six seven five three oh nine
Eight six seven five three oh nine
Eight six seven five three oh nine
Oh bloody hell now I'm singing."

((Door and post are open!))

The Garden of Ancestral Memory, home to all the previous (read: deceased) Doctors, would really make you wonder exactly how many of them had been on crystal meth, Jenny mused as she materialized there. It was all rather...psychedelic. "So, what's going on?" she asked, turning to Habib--just as Habib vanished into thin air, presumably back to the quote-unquote 'real' world. "Well, bugger that," Jenny muttered.

Then a voice behind her said softly, "Hello, Jenny."

( Who is it? )

A few minutes later, Habib dropped her off outside of a pub she'd always been fond of. Sure, it was in England, not Virginia, but she could find her own way home from here. As she stood outside, fishing through her pockets for her 'no, really,' ID, she realized something and scowled at the doorman. "Bastard stole my Silk Cuts again."

((NFB & NFI due to being on another plane of reality.))

Jenny was enjoying a nap between studying and going down the pub. After almost a hundred years of anything and everything, she could sleep through a hurricane, and after a year on the Carrier, she could certainly sleep through a Door being opened in the near vicinity. Which would be why she didn't wake up when an orangey rectangle opened up in the middle of the room and a young Palestinian man stepped through it.

( Intruder alert! )

Jenny was enjoying a balanced meal of Reese's Pieces, microwave popcorn, and Silk Cuts when her iPhone rang. Without glancing at the caller ID, she picked it up. "'Lo?"

Silence.

"Hello?"

Still no answer.

"I've had better prank calls, I must tell you," she snapped, and hung up. Then she actually glanced at the screen. Unidentified Caller. After Angie had set it up with super-special caller ID and everything. "Huh. And I didn't even electrocute this one."

((Door and post are open!))

Jenny might be British, but she was also not dumb, and there were large quantities of free food on offer. So here she was, watching Angie and Apollo argue over which wine to serve with turkey, waiting for Authority Family Thanksgiving to start. She just had one pressing question.

"Who cooked this?" If Jack had had anything to do with the turkey, she was leaving.

"It's catered," Rose Tattoo assured her. "Except for the Tofurkey for Shen and Habib. They were responsible for that."

Jenny had no intention of getting within five feet of the Tofurkey if she could help it. "Well, that's all right, then." She eyed the former Spirit of Murder for a long moment. "Want to eat all the filling out of the pumpkin pie while they're arguing?"

Rose Tattoo blinked at her for a moment, then grinned. "I'll get the spoons, you get the pie."

This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

((NFB and NFI due to distance.))

Jenny had a cigarette in one hand, her iPhone to her ear, a scotch on the rocks on the bedside table, and was painting her toenails. It was called multitasking, and she might have been better at it if that hadn't been her second scotch.

( cut for conversation and profanity )

And he did, leaving Jenny staring at her phone indignantly. Apollo was no fun, she decided. No fun whatsoever.

((Door's closed, post is open!))

Jenny hung up the phone, feeling mostly satisfied. She hadn't quite made Jack cry, but she'd come close. Maybe next time. After a few minutes, a small portal opened over her desk and a brand new iPhone fell through.

Jenny ignored it in favor of wiggling her fingers at her new prairie dog, courtesy of Professor D. "You remind me of someone," Jenny mused. "I just can't quite pin down who it is. Hmm. You're a bit twitchy. I could call you Jeroen?" The prairie dog did that dramatic turn-and-stare thing again. "Aw, you've even got his crazy eyes. Jeroen it is!"

((Door and post are open!))

Inside room 401, a blonde British girl paced back and forth, haranguing someone on her brand-new iPhone and furiously smoking Embassy Tip cigarettes.

( A phone call, with profanity )

((Closed!))