( For Sam )

( For Sam )

The day hadn't turned out like Kawalsky had planned. First of all, he went running on the beach in the morning and found a bottle that contained Jeannie, a genie. Then he wished to be a prince. It hadn't gone as planned. Cam thought he was crazy and claimed he had a lapdance from Harkness (which...no, just no!) and no one else noticed that he was a ( Read more... )

Kawalsky was outside the dorms on the ground. Definitely on the ground. He wasn't in any way planning to climb up the building or do anything on the third floor at all. In fact, he was just standing there, innocently waiting for Molly and reading a book on pigeons.

[OOC: Just for Molly at the moment as I have to fleeeeee to do work soon.]

Kawalsky was getting frustrated with one particular level of Half-Life, so he decided to step back and minimize it for a while. To pass the time without having to actually get up and do something productive (it was summer after all), he decided to catch up on his email and see if Ferretti had made any progress.

( To Kawalsky )

Cam and Kawalsky had eventually made it back to their dorm room. Kawalsky had gulped down a couple of tylenol with a few of glasses of water, eaten the disgustingly greasy food in their bar fridge, set his alarm and faceplanted to sleep away the entire day ( Read more... )

Kawalsky got up early, went for a run and was back in time to grab some breakfast before his 8am class. Monday was his busiest day for classes, but this particular Monday was going to be even busier. He had decided during the night that he needed a date for prom. He had no idea who he was going to ask, but at some stage today he was going to ask ( Read more... )

Kawalsky wasn't home long, just long enough to grab a bag, throw some items into it and write 3 letters. Once he was done, he put them in envelopes, addressed them to their intended recipients and left them on Cam's desk.

( Letter to Cam )

Kawalsky was watching Fox Force Five on TV before the briefing. Everything was in place. Now all he needed was a blonde who could pick locks and make a missile out of stuff she found in a trash can, a girl with a pink hat who could apparently lift really heavy things and a potential pilot who was eager to prove himself.

[OOC: Locked to Sam, ( Read more... )

Kawalsky was staring at the ceiling. If he still had the room to himself, he'd probably be bouncing a red rubber ball against the wall in a very meta kind of way. However, now he had a roommate, so he was silent and staring at the ceiling. His phone call to Sam was weighing pretty heavily on his mind. He'd been building up to this for a while. ( Read more... )