Nov 12, 2010 09:38
Cally was blissfully unaffected by the sex pollen. She was quite happy celibate and unattached, thank you very much island. Being a cylon frakker tended to take a lot out of your sex drive (though Phoebe and Bel would probably disagree).
Today she was camped out behind the lobby desk, Nicky safely off at day care and not in some terrible contraption of Cally's devising. She was playing spider solitaire on the laptop while a soundtrack of soft jazz echoed out from the speakers.
[ooc: Open post, the OCD has been sent to the cornfields.]
cally tyrol,
mauvaise