Room 311, during 1st Period, and after
Yesterday had not been a good day. You could say that for everything since Cally had arrived in Fandom, but this week of meeting people -- including other telepaths and students organising their own defensive force -- and attending classes that she would have loved to take at home, it had been... not a respite from her worry, but it helped. Until she'd talked to Principal Winchester and it had all come tumbling down: she was stuck here. Perhaps not for good, but for the foreseeable future. Alone, cut off from everyone and everything that she knew, including the minds of her people, who probably all thought she was dead now.
On the bright side, she could sleep in late and take a shower while Nico was in class without disturbing him, which made up for...absolutely nothing. Perhaps tomorrow she'd work on something brighter; today she was going to settle for going back to sleep and trying to pretend it was a dream, but at least she'd do so with clean hair.
That was the plan. The reality, when she entered her room, was a very large WOOF! Also a very large creature, sitting right in the middle of her bed.
"...What?"
Her only answer was another woof, then the animal just stared at her.
"How did you even get in?"
Stare.
"...And what are you?"
Stare.
//Hello?//
Stare, plus what might have looked like the raising of eyebrows by a micrometre, if it had eyebrows.
//Look, you'll have to get off there and go back where you belong.//
Stare, and Cally's hair was dripping, she was wrapped in a towel, she had one clean change of clothes and it was lying on the bed somewhere under that thing, and she really didn't want to deal with this. She pulled the door shut and crossed to the bed.
//Please get down?//
Stare.
Cally sighed. //Please move over, then?//
That earned her a sigh that was twice the length of hers, and a grudging five inches of the bed vacated. Still, it was the five inches that contained her trousers. Trousers were good!
Until she reached for them and was knocked onto the bed by seventy-three kilos of fur and slobber - which then woofed again, and started licking her face.
[OOC: Door is shut, but post is open. Anyone passing can undoubtedly hear muffled sounds of Very Large Puppy-ness.]
On the bright side, she could sleep in late and take a shower while Nico was in class without disturbing him, which made up for...absolutely nothing. Perhaps tomorrow she'd work on something brighter; today she was going to settle for going back to sleep and trying to pretend it was a dream, but at least she'd do so with clean hair.
That was the plan. The reality, when she entered her room, was a very large WOOF! Also a very large creature, sitting right in the middle of her bed.
"...What?"
Her only answer was another woof, then the animal just stared at her.
"How did you even get in?"
Stare.
"...And what are you?"
Stare.
//Hello?//
Stare, plus what might have looked like the raising of eyebrows by a micrometre, if it had eyebrows.
//Look, you'll have to get off there and go back where you belong.//
Stare, and Cally's hair was dripping, she was wrapped in a towel, she had one clean change of clothes and it was lying on the bed somewhere under that thing, and she really didn't want to deal with this. She pulled the door shut and crossed to the bed.
//Please get down?//
Stare.
Cally sighed. //Please move over, then?//
That earned her a sigh that was twice the length of hers, and a grudging five inches of the bed vacated. Still, it was the five inches that contained her trousers. Trousers were good!
Until she reached for them and was knocked onto the bed by seventy-three kilos of fur and slobber - which then woofed again, and started licking her face.
[OOC: Door is shut, but post is open. Anyone passing can undoubtedly hear muffled sounds of Very Large Puppy-ness.]