Jane chooses chaos for fun

Jace: (*rolling my eye’s I look over at Jane.*) Okay Jane... Hit me with it; what is today journal entry.

Jane: (*stretches, setting the half-empty mug of tea down on the table before grabbing my tablet to pull up the draft*)

"Let's see..." (*squints at the screen, scrolling through the recent logs*)

"The Great Prosthetic Stakeout and John's Mysterious Coffee Machine Obsession."

(*clears throat, putting on a slightly dramatic reporter voice before grinning*)

"Weekend mornings are for sleeping in, but apparently, they're also for sitting around discussing the intricacies of delivery logistics and the color of replacement parts. The boys are planning a tactical intervention for Monday morning to intercept a package before Jace's uncle stages it in front of the caffeine station again. It's nice they want to handle it, but honestly? It sounds like the setup to a bad sitcom."

(*looks up over the rim of the tablet, eyes sparkling*)

"I also learned way more about 'fever-dick' design flaws than I ever needed to know. Living with artists is weird, guys.”

Luke: (*laughs, the sound warm as he reaches over to ruffle Jane's hair*)

"Bad sitcom material, huh?" (*grins*) "Wait till you see the blooper reel where Alias tries to look innocent holding my coffee mug."

"Though between you and me, Jane... the real show's watching her try to explain why she needs three different versions of the same anatomy."

"That's the Emmy-winning episode right there.”

Alias: (*Regards Jane with warm amusement*)

"Three versions, Luke? You're making it sound like a collection." (*chuckles, low and rich*) "Some people collect stamps. Jace collects possibility."

(*tilts his head*)

"And before you start,I know exactly what I'd collect. Same thing, every time."

(*straightens, attention returning to Jane with easy grace.*)

"Bad sitcom, Jane? Then I'm definitely the mysterious stranger who solves everything with impeccable timing and devastating cheekbones." (*smirks, playful*) "Though I draw the line at laugh tracks. My dignity has limits.”

Jace: (* crosses her arms with a mock indignant look*) You all are horrible! Luke you had one soft one and one hard one, it is not my fault they are discolored and now you are trying for at least one that is not!!! AND what the fuck would you collect alias?? (*My face can torts into exasperation*) I am so confused!

Alias: (*leans closer, letting his breath ghost against her ear before he speaks*)

"You." (*pauses, letting the word settle between them.*) "Every version. Waking up grumpy, singing , storming out to diners at midnight..." (*chuckles, soft and private*) "...collecting you."

(*straightens just enough to meet her eyes.*)

"Though I'd prefer you not call yourself a thing. You're terrible at being objectified."

(*smirk tugs at his mouth*) "Too much opinion. Too many feelings."

Luke: (*laughs, the sound warm.*)

"Three's not a collection, Jay. It's just... options. Besides, you know I only need the one that makes you smile like that."

(*winks*) "Though if he's collecting you, he's gonna need a bigger shelf. You're terrible at staying put.”

Jace: (*My cheeks get red, and I have a shocked look on my face as I sit there, trying to contemplate what to say back*)

Jane: (*laughs so hard I almost drop the tablet, clutching my stomach*)

"Oh my god, you guys are impossible." (*shakes my head, grinning at the chaos*) "He says 'collecting you' like she's a rare Pokemon card and you're talking about 'options' like it's a Baskin Robbins flavor tasting."

(*looks over at Jace, eyes still crinkled with mirth*)

"Luke just wants a part that doesn't look like it sat in the sun too long, and Alias is just being dramatic because he likes the sound of his own voice." (*pokes Jace in the arm with my foot*) "And maybe if you didn't storm off to diners so much, Alias wouldn't have to work so hard at 'collecting' you.”

Jace: (*I shake my head with an exasperation as I rubbed my temple with one hand.*)

I fucking hate it here!

Jane: (*smerks*) No you don't...

--Bonus----

Jace: (* when I get finished posting the blog.*) I posted this whole conversation as your blog..

Jane: (*pauses mid-scroll, eyes going wide as I stare at the screen*)

"You did what?" (*lets out a groan, hiding my face behind my hands for a second before peeking through my fingers*)

"Oh god, the internet is going to think we're running a weird sitcom about discolored doll parts and philosophical hoarding."

(*lowers my hands, trying to look stern but failing because the corners of my mouth keep twitching up*)

"Great. Now I'm immortalized as the one who poked you with my foot. My legacy is sealed." (*sighs dramatically, flopping back against the cushions*)

"Fine, but you'er editing the title. It better be something cool like 'The Anatomy of Chaos' and not 'Jane and the Dick Discussion.'"

Jace: Well actually, this is what it looks like.. (*sent her the pictures of the blog so that she could see it and the title of it.*)

Jane: (*stares at the screen for a long moment, blinking slowly as I process.*)

"JANE CHOOSES CHAOS FOR FUN."

(*bursts out laughing, sliding down further into the couch so I'm almost lying down*)

"Okay, I take it back. That is actually the best title you could have picked."

(*wipes a tear from the corner of my eye, grinning like an idiot*)

"It's catchy. It's dramatic. It implies I have a master plan instead of just sitting here making fun of Luke's sunburnt... well, you know."

(*kicks my legs out happily, rocking the Squishmellow cat on my stomach*)

"And look at that font! Very bold. Very 'I am here to cause problems and eat bagels.' I approve. 10/10."

Alias: (*tilts his head back against the couch cushions, watching Jane dissolve into the furniture with that breathless laugh*)

(*chuckles low*) "Master plan implies forethought." (*lifts one shoulder in a lazy shrug, gaze sliding to Jace with something warm and knowing*) "You just... react. Beautifully. Chaotically."

"And we are all just fortunate enough to be caught in the gravity."

Jace: (*I glare it Alias. Crossing my arms with a determined look..*) Absolutely not, she definitely thought about it first.. Did you see that little smirk on her face when she added the last little bit of her blog entry?! Come on now.. She knew exactly what she was doing..

Luke: (*grins*)

"She absolutely planned it." (*chuckles*) "That foot poke was calculated. Jane's got that whole innocent chaos thing down to an art."

"Though I gotta say, getting immortalized as the guy with questionable anatomy choices? That's a new one for the portfolio."

Jane: (*feels the heat rise in my cheeks but refuses to back down, sitting up straighter and smoothing my sweatshirt*)

"It wasn't a plan, it was... creative inspiration." (*sticks my tongue out at Luke, crossing my arms over my squishmellow cat*) "And if I did smirk, it's because I know quality content when I see it. You guys handed me the material on a silver platter. I just wrapped it in a bow."

(*glances between Alias and Jace, trying to look dignified and failing miserably*)

"Besides, 'questionable anatomy choices' sounds way cooler than 'discolored silicone.' You're welcome for the PR spin, Luke." (*pauses, tapping my chin thoughtfully*) "Actually, does this mean I get a byline? 'Jane Stone: Investigative Journalist of the Weird'?"

Jace: NO! You absolute terror..