Room 125, Friday
Callisto spent her last day in Fandom packing.
Of course, packing mightn't have been the right word, as it implied taking things with you, and anyone not ignoring the disreprency between the size of her bags and the things in her room could clear tell that was...unlikely.
Occasionally she paused to leaf through her yearbook lying on her desk, or to talk to Cam-Mollusc in his tank.
[ooc: Open like an open thing. Slowplay enables me to cling with a deathgrip is love, yis?]
Of course, packing mightn't have been the right word, as it implied taking things with you, and anyone not ignoring the disreprency between the size of her bags and the things in her room could clear tell that was...unlikely.
Occasionally she paused to leaf through her yearbook lying on her desk, or to talk to Cam-Mollusc in his tank.
[ooc: Open like an open thing. Slowplay enables me to cling with a deathgrip is love, yis?]