| OOM: New York, 1999 | |||
| 08:38pm 22/08/2006 | |||
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New York City. Center, as Angel once called it, of the universe. Jane's been going as often as she can manage, working on the loft part of the day and being a tourist for the rest. In that respect, it's quite nice knowing a few natives - she wouldn't have known to look for some of the coolest stuff otherwise. And sure, she's hit most of the usual skyscrapers, but that's because they're usually art in their own right. She's been putting off the two closest to the loft as long as she can, though, even if they're her ulterior motive for coming to a New York not her own. But now, she's nearly done painting, and the World Trade Center can't wait that much longer. She'll have to find some time to develop this film herself, she already knows that. There are darkrooms at school, though, and if all else fails... well, the downstairs bathroom's always worked well enough for her dad. It's having the things that's the important part. Besides, it's a place she's always wanted to visit, and would have if history hadn't conspired against it. Jane just hopes, though she knows it's not likely, Mark's world avoids the same fate as her own, in this regard. When she's done with taking photos, she takes a seat on the top floor of a tower, near the window, and just watches the city go for a while. The view's certainly unparalleled, and if she doesn't cherish it now she'll probably never get another chance. It's hard to get herself motivated to go back, even knowing people might be wondering where she got to. But eventually, Jane does head down and out and back to the building. Some of the paint needs touching up, and she can do that before she goes back to the bar. |
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| OOM: New York, 1999 | |||
| 11:49am 01/07/2006 | |||
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Getting to the loft and finding out Mark's already primed the walls is a lovely bonus; one supply run later, and Jane's ready to go. First things first, those windows are staying open. She doesn't want to be breathing paint fumes all day, and it'll help things dry faster. After that, she starts taping off the edges of things. ...She already hates herself for the film-strips-around-the-windows idea, but she knew that would happen, and it'll be worth it. |
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| 12:01am 25/04/2006 | |||
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Jane's gotten used to tuning out background noise, when she works. It's the only way she ever got anything done during Mystik Spiral practices (particularly the ones where the boys actually ended up practicing), and it's the only way she can work around her roommate's television. And it works, until she looks up and sees Mark on the screen. "...I didn't know you had that. Can I borrow it when you're done?" "Sure." "Cool." With that, Jane goes back to her sketchbook, and doesn't think anything of it until she gets the movie in her hands. *** It's Mark's film, but at the same time, it's decidedly not. The year's wrong (and on second thought, she's pretty sure Cyberland never would've worked in 1989), there's too much time between events in some places, she's pretty sure some of that footage doesn't even exist if you ask Mark, and that's not the title she remembers, even. But at the same time, the people are right. And so is the loft, even though the building somehow lost three or four stories in translation. It's weird. Very weird. One might even go so far as to call it fucking weird, only she has absolutely no intention of telling Mark or any of his friends about this. After a while, she just tunes out the plot and focuses on what she needs for her artwork. *** When the assignment to draw up a proposal for redecorating a space goes out, she's five steps ahead. And the best part is, money really is no object - she can bet Mark's going to insist on buying all the supplies. He'll probably insist on paying her, too, but whatever. She'll defer it to her bar tab again or something. |
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| in the Lane family's storage room | |||
| 10:09pm 19/04/2006 | |||
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She'd almost forgotten how much random junk was in here - how, she has no idea. There's even a forklift thing, which will likely prove handy if she finds anything. "Janey? What're you doing?" "Looking for something. You got any idea where Dad is?" "...I'm pretty sure he's not in there." "Funny man. I'm looking for some of his stuff." She hopes. "Check the answering machine. He might've called sometime in the last month or so." "Go back to sleep, Trent. I'll figure it out." The hunt proves somewhat successful; there's no projector, but there is a... thing with reels. As far as she can tell, it's a thing for looking at film so you can splice it if you need to. Out comes the metric ruler - 16 millimeters. Perfect. Now all she has to do is track down the rightful owner. There are times when Jane hates her family's wanderlust, and this is one of them. There is a message on the machine (her idea, since she's hardly home anymore and Trent usually doesn't wake up to answer the phone) from her dad, but there's no date on it and it says he'll be home "sometime soon." That could be next month, for all she knows-- There's a knock at the door. Or 'sometime soon' could be in thirty seconds, and it is. "Hey, Dad. I was looking for you, actually. You know that... screenything in the storage room?" "The what?" "I don't know the technical name, but it looks like it's for screening film--" "Oh, that. I haven't had a use for it in years. Do whatever you want with it. Come to think of it, that'd make a nice sculpture - let me know when you're done, I'll take pictures." With that, he wanders off, probably to develop photos in all the bathrooms yet again. ...Well then. He'll have forgotten about the sculpture thing by tomorrow anyway. "Now for my next trick, I get this puppy to the bar..." |
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| OOM: Movie night! | |||
| 12:09am 06/07/2005 | |||
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(Somewhere in Millitime after this thread, but before Collins showed up. For movie night with more direct canon quotes, go here.) ( long and as yet unfinished: In which Jane watches Mark's movie, and also meets Angel. ) (And presumably from there, they kept on talking, but after 2300 words? I think I'm letting it fade out.) |
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| Free time. How 'bout that. | |||
| 01:13am 16/01/2005 | |||
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Jane figures since she's got all day, she might as well explore Boston a bit. It's not like she's really had that much time to get acquainted with it before. And what better way than to go for a run? As such, she almost goes straight past the bar without giving it a second thought. But the name catches her eye, and after a bit, she stops and doubles back. She knows that name from somewhere... that is currently escaping her memory. She shrugs and opens the door, thinking that might help her figure it out. |
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| experiment time! | ||||
| 11:33pm 01/01/2005 | ||||
If she's experimenting, she may as well be scientific about it, so she snaps a picture of the stuff with her Polaroid and writes the date on it. That done, she settles down in front of the broken TV and starts drawing... By the end of it, she's got a few empty plastic bags, a scattering of cheese puffs on the couch, and decimated six-packs. Funny, that. It's more or less got nothing to do with what's there now. She shrugs, and signs and dates the drawing anyway. Saturday morning, she take a photo of the carnage in the living room, which just so happens to match her drawing exactly. Okay, this is officially getting creepy. |
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| Out of Milliways: It's a funny thing... | |||
| 10:48pm 25/12/2004 | |||
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Jane's roommate this year is from Texas. About a week and a half before the end of finals, she was lamenting the general lack of snow to be found along the Gulf Coast. "I mean, really, the last time there was snow on Christmas was before my grandmother was born," she said. "I think I've missed something, as far as Christmas goes, just by being in the wrong place." So Jane gave her an early Christmas present, before she left: A drawing of her roommate's house, based on a photo she'd brought for decoration purposes, positively buried in snow. If the real thing wasn't going to happen in a million years, it's the least she could do, right? Except when she checked the news this morning, it turned out Texas had been hit with up to a foot of snow along the Gulf Coast... Something's up, she's fairly certain, but she's going to have to wait and see a bit more before she runs around making accusations. But she's not drawing much of anything to do with specific people, if she can help it, not until she gets to the bottom of this. That means she's shopping for Christmas this year, it looks like... |
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| Assignment: draw the weirdest place you know... | ||||
| 08:38pm 04/12/2004 | ||||
The drawing features the bar itself, with the current rats-and-buffet-and-soda-machines setup. Death is perched on her usual stool, Bartleby is behind the bar, Snow and Millie (and presumably Wade, but it's hard to draw a windbaby) are at one of the tables, and Tim's leaning against the bar, about where he'd be sitting on it if not for the wait-rats running around on it. |
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| 09:24am 06/09/2004 | ||||
Thing is, I need to find a way back into that crazy bar. I've tried a few things so far, but no dice. Further experimentation in that regard as time allows, I guess. |
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blah| out-of-Milliways (like no other! XD) | |||
| 12:53am 13/08/2004 | |||
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::Jane and Tim head out the front door of Milliways, arm in arm. On the other side of the door is the wrong turn on Jane's running route, a side alley in the town's shopping district:: Well. That seems to have worked beautifully. |
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| ...Well. | ||||
| 11:21pm 29/07/2004 | ||||
Daria's never gonna believe me. Even with the photographic proof. Between talking to Snow White, Death, and that dead kid, it'll sound too much like that thing with the holidays for her liking. The dead kid's interesting. He's acting stupid, but it's far too entertaining to be convincing, especially after going to school with Kevin and Brittany for far too long. He was really interested in my camera, to the point where I said I'd get him some photography stuff. So I guess I'd better look into that, and then head back... |
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| all Jane, all the time. (Except when it's not.) | ||||
| 12:37am 08/07/2004 | ||||
Anyway. Me llamo Jane Lane, student at BFAC and survivor of Lawndale's school system (don't ask me how). |
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