Jake made her way through tourists up bright and early and eager to experience all that Amsterdam had to offer. As long as they stayed away from her coffee, Jake didn't mind. She held her take-away cup tightly and eyed innocent German tourists with suspicion. She finally managed to find herself a free bench and sat down to drink her coffee and wait ( Read more... )

Jake woke up, and something was off. He blinked when he realized what it was and lifted the cover to look at him-- herself.

"I'm almost sure I didn't mean to do that," she muttered.

After a moment she shrugged and went to put on the coffee machine before getting dressed. At least she had some girly clothes still.

ooc:establishy yay! It's been ( Read more... )

Jake checked his voicemail, and ended up blinking in confusion at the air.

Oh no. He was old!

belated birthday boy post. *facepalm*

Jake put on the coffee machine. He put most of his art stuff out on the desk, making it ready for when Annette came, and then he picked up a particularly hard-boiled pulp book and settled down on his bed to read.

Two minutes later there was a ping from his laptop. Jake put his book down and went to poke it.

unknown says: Pick up tomorrow. ( Read more... )

Jake was lying on his new bed, eating cheerleader cookies and trying to focus on his pulp novel. It wasn't going too well. He'd gone to pick up most of his stuff from 230, and Krycek hadn't been around. Jake still wasn't sure if that made it better or worse ( Read more... )

Jake had decided that this time that bloody chirpy ninja girl was definitely getting her ass kicked. He was now on his third character in trying to accomplish this, and his laptop was on the floor in front of him, open on a cheat page. Was it helping? No, no, it was not ( Read more... )

Jake was sprawling on the couch playing a fight game. He was staring at the screen in deep concentration. That stupid chirpy little girly thing was going down, damnit ( Read more... )

After visiting the Club Fair and signing up for Kappa Kappa Gremlin and the Roleplaying club, Jake went back to his room. Looked like his Wednesdays were about to be much busier than before. He had his doubts about both the clubs, but hey, it could be fun.

He turned on the coffee machine absently, and settled down in the couch with to finish ( Read more... )

Jake was sitting cross-legged on the bed, writing in his shiny new ( journal )

Krycek had managed to distracted Jake from his fretting yesterday, so right now Jake was feeling on top of the world and totally ready for his first real courier assignment ( Read more... )