quicklog: jamie & mars Who: Jamie & Mars What: Conversation. Where: Their place. When: During this. Warnings: None.
Oh. My. God. [Mars can be heard through the walls huffing and puffing and stomping from her bed to the hall, en route to seek out her brother. She felt as though she was being treated like some insubordinate, bad Mayer sister for not giving a lick about Christmas. She wasn't very good at expressing her feelings, as she'd only been allowed to have them for the last couple of years, but Mars was very good at stomping. She had on fuzzy socks and her arms were crossed over the top of a set of colorful, striped pajamas.]
Wha-at? [She shouted from the hall, trying to suss out if Jamie was in his room or in the living room. The place wasn't expansive, not in the slightest, but she still didn't want to explore more than she had to. Especially not when she was pretty sure the blame train would be arriving soon.] It is whatever you all want to do, I said!