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[15_words]

Jaye could just tell something was off when she woke up that morning. She couldn't tell WHAT, but it was SOMETHING. The animals weren't speaking, which was both a good and a bad sign, so no matter how many sour glares she threw their way, they remained impassive and quiet. Even the wax lion refused to budge. Her right eye felt twitchy from the

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[texas_forever]

Tim can't say that he's ever actually seen Jaye in a good mood before, especially not in the mornings. In fact, he has to think a minute to remember if he's ever actually seen her smile.

He decides he has, though when he pictures it in his mind, it looks weird and toothy and more than a little out of place. It's somehow more comforting to see the scowl set on Jaye's face as she half-stomps her way toward the Compound, Tim making his way there as well, from the other path.

Silently, he follows her up the steps, only making his presence known by reaching past her to pull the door open for her, a slight smirk curving his lips, fully expecting her to bitch at him in thanks.

[15_words]

The arm COMING OUT OF NOWHERE spooked Jaye more than it really should have, and she jumped rather than just turned to look behind her.

Oh, and look, there was Tim, smiling his 'I'm so sexy' smile. She scowled a little bit more, or at least tried to. It was kind of futile to get mad at Tim, although it helped when she was having a bad day.

"What are you so happy about?" she asked. "Other than being incredibly sexy and getting along with everyone without trying and being that kind of perfect that makes it impossible to hate you because you're not THAT perfect," she muttered.

..Wait, what? Jaye froze and blinked, going over what she just said in her head.

[texas_forever]

Holding the door open for her, he can't help the slow creep of his smile at first, hair falling over his eyes, unkempt and a little greasy given the fact that he still hasn't showered yet that morning.

But then she keeps talking and his smile fades some, brows furrowing as his head tips to one side. "You okay?" he asks because that's just about the last thing he's ever expected to hear from Jaye. Well, not counting something like, 'Do you want to have sex with me?'

[15_words]

Normally, it would have taken a few seconds for Jaye's brain to kick back into gear. But apparently her mouth was working on autopilot because she definitely wasn't ready to answer Tim when she did.

"I don't think so. I think something weird is going on, but I can't figure out what and the animals won't tell me. And I really don't think it's possible for ANYONE to be okay when your hair does that thing that I ignore it a lot."

[izzyevans]

Isabel was exhausted.

The entire night she'd tossed and turned, getting little sleep. It wasn't that she just couldn't get comfortable; that wasn't the problem. The problem was that she kept having these dreams in which Vorenus lopped Tim's head off with a freaking broadsword. Yeah, as if her subconscious knew how to be subtle.

Finally she gave up on trying to get actual rest, deciding to get dressed and haul her ass up to the compound for some coffee and fruit. It was better than staring at the ceiling and simultaneously blocking out the image of Vorenus' face contorted in fury he didn't even have the right to feel and Tim laughing just before, well, he lost his head.

"Great," Isabel muttered, scrubbing the heels of her palms over her eyes as she staggered somewhat gracelessly up the path. Her mood was foul and it only got fouler when she realized the woman she was about to pass on the path was JayeIsabel didn't want to talk to her, not today because she knew she'd rise easily to Jaye's brand of crazy jibes, but something

[15_words]

"No I'm not," Jaye scoffed immediately. Which was weird because, no, she wasn't, but Jaye Tyler understood the meaning of the word 'irony' just as well as she understood 'sarcasm'. She didn't stop walking, but her face contorted into an expression of 'what the hell' for two seconds before returning to the regular scowl

[izzyevans]

"Animals?" Almost instantaneously, one of Isabel's eyebrows shot up. And as if that wasn't weird enough, Jaye did the damned thing: She kind of looked like she was ready to kick her own ass. And then she just stared blankly at Isabel.

"Did somebody spike your OJ this morning? Or did Mr. Ed show up on the island or something?" she asked, greatly anticipating the answer to that one.

[15_words]

"Animals," Jaye confirmed without wanting to. And the look of growing dread on her face kind of proved that she DIDN'T want to continue, but she did anyways. "Sometimes inanimate objects with animal faces talk to me. But they're not doing it now. And no, I haven't had any OJ this morning and no, Mr. Ed didn't show up as far as I know, although there are a lot of horses and it wouldn't really surprise me given how this place it. Oh, God, just kill me now."

[jesus_h_cox]

At the coffee machine was one Jheri-curled doctor, pouring coffee into the cup he'd deemed 'his' and without turning around, he said, "Doctor Tyler. How good to see you." And when he turned around, he saw Jaye. He really was never wrong. It was a gift from the gods. Had to be.

He leaned against the counter and took a sip of his (black) coffee, looking smug and maybe a little sedate. It was Friday. He was taking the day off from the clinic... Which undoubtedly meant he'd be in there within the hour.

[15_words]

Oh, Jesus. Jaye rolled her eyes as she barreled into the kitchen, ignoring him for as long as she could as she poured herself a mug of coffee. Which would have been smoother if she weren't 5'2" and the cabinets holding the coffee mugs weren't SEVEN FEET off the ground.

"Doctor Cocks," she replied, mock chipper. And then she wasn't really sure what happened. "Doctor Tyler is my father, which makes you wrong, not clever. And it's definitely not good to see you, so please go inflate that patched together and dilapidated thing you call an ego somewhere else, kay?"

...Well at least the last part turned out okay.

[jesus_h_cox]

Throughout Jaye's mini-rant, Cox's lips bloomed into a half-smirk, finger sliding down the bridge of his nose, looking somewhere between amused and hungry.

"Well, doesn't that just explain so much. Was Daddy married to his work? Did he never love you? It's OK, Sport, you can tell Uncle Perry." He really wasn't out for good blows, just to provoke her. She seemed the easy target. And hey, he was bored.

[15_words]

Jaye had PLANNED on just gulping down the rest of her coffee, pouring herself another cup and breezing out of the room in a too-good-for-you kind of way. She got as far as finishing the coffee, before she started talking again.

"No, he wasn't. He divided his time between home and work fairly. He always loved me. We still go out for waffles every Saturday morning. He's an excellent father and, if anything, shows favoritism towards ME rather than my brother and sister, but not so much to really cause any internal strife. Except for Sharon because she has issues."

She blinked, holding up her now full mug of coffee, and stared at Cox because frankly she didn't have anywhere else to stare.

"Uh.... Bye now." And she turned for the rec room.

[piemakerprince]

For all that the pie maker found himself in a strange situation on a strange island under strange circustances, he couldn't find it within himself to be all that upset. He had Chuck, and though the kitchen was certainly no Pie Hole, he had his pies.

In fact, today Ned had a simple apple pie made, and was pulling it out of the oven when a familiar face entered as he moved it to a cooling rack.

Now, Ned was never the sort of man to stick around and face confrontation, especially when the last time he saw someone was after they'd squeezed, prodded and yelled at him in anger. But he wasn't the sort of man to just run away, either.

Not with a just-made pie sitting there.

"Hello," he said cautiously, and took off his gloves.

[15_words]

She didn't stop because of him. She stopped because the smell of the pie was so strong and so delicious that her body refused to move any further than the doorway until it'd had a good sniff. And for her stomach to growl, apparently.

"Hello, Guy Who's Not My Brother," she replied dryly, then wasted no more time in heading for the coffee. "That smells really, really good," she remarked. Not sure WHY she did that, but she did it, and she quickly filled her mouth with hot coffee in hopes that it would make her feel more normal.

[piemakerprince]

Ned was still very sorry he wasn't her brother, but that word seemed to just make her more upset and angry, and he didn't want that happening again.

"Hello, Girl Who Thinks I'm Her Brother," he replied, because as far as he remembered, he didn't actually know her name. Just that she was much, much stronger than she looked.

Crossing his arms tightly, the pie maker regarded her attack on the coffee. "You can have some pie when it cools off," he offered.

[15_words]

"I don't think you're my brother," she snapped, ill-tempered. "I did, but I don't anymore."

She took another gulp of coffee, taking a little secret pleasure in the way it burned on the way down. "...Thanks," she muttered, awkwardly.