Room 125, Wednesday Night (So very NFB)
In need of something vaguely resembling privacy, Callisto retreated back to the dorms for the evening.
Once secure in her room, she poured herself it was stupid to get drunk the night before a class, but she need to sleep and it was always possible this might help a little.
Callisto frowned at her calendar, something about the date seemed vaguely familiar, and not in the usual way. She picked up her planner and started flipping through it, she looked at the scribbled out note for the next day for about five seconds, before throwing the book across the room.
Then an odd grin spread across her face.
Sometimes, when a person has not slept in nearly a week, has just taken a mind altering substance, and are desperately trying to distract themselves from the reason for both, they get ideas. Which at the time seem like very good ideas. When said person has access to an instant camera, costumes, and privacy, regretfully they can occasionally follow through on them.
And when they have the means to ship inter-dimensionally, well, they're pretty much screwed once they sober up and remember what they did.
Once secure in her room, she poured herself it was stupid to get drunk the night before a class, but she need to sleep and it was always possible this might help a little.
Callisto frowned at her calendar, something about the date seemed vaguely familiar, and not in the usual way. She picked up her planner and started flipping through it, she looked at the scribbled out note for the next day for about five seconds, before throwing the book across the room.
Then an odd grin spread across her face.
Sometimes, when a person has not slept in nearly a week, has just taken a mind altering substance, and are desperately trying to distract themselves from the reason for both, they get ideas. Which at the time seem like very good ideas. When said person has access to an instant camera, costumes, and privacy, regretfully they can occasionally follow through on them.
And when they have the means to ship inter-dimensionally, well, they're pretty much screwed once they sober up and remember what they did.