Pangolin Common Room, Monday Afternoon

[sogothcally]

Cally had camped out in the corner of the cabin common room, her notebook and a pencil in her hands. She was actually struggling with the whole writing thing, which was probably because as much as she tried, she couldn't really come up with good ideas along the lines that Parker had suggested.

So here she was, hoping that some special muse would hit her or something. Or perhaps someone would interrupt her.

[ooc: Open for whatever, yo]