So, he'd done some research and played messenger-boy, and then went and researched some more, so Cal figured he'd covered enough bases that, if he wanted to go back to his room, no one would give him crap about it ( Read more... )

With the granted permission of a side door, Cal had left the Boards very shortly after his death in the first act, uncertain if he'd really be able to sit in the wings and backstage with the still untouched epilogue of his story to still be played out. He wasn't sure if he was ready for it to be, if he wanted it to be, or if he just wanted to ( Read more... )

It could not have gone without notice that, since arriving at Fandom, Cal had found himself in a whirlwind of oddly uncharacteristic socialization. He did things. He talked to people. He went places that didn't leave him, like the last time he went to summer camp what felt like eons ago, sitting in the middle of a lake with a book where barely ( Read more... )