Wiping tears from her eyes, Callisto hung up the phone, and carefully placed it down on her desk. When she was sure that the tears had stopped, she took one final look around the room to make sure everything was in order ( Read more... )

Taking Parker's advice not to leave the hotel, Callisto decided to spend the day redecorating her room ( Read more... )

Callisto started getting her things ready to move down to the first floor.

A lot of things.

How the frell had she managed to accquire so much stuff?

She wondered if there was some way to bring 6's traps with her.

[ooc: Open to anyone who wants to help Cal move out.]

Curled up under the covers, Callisto decided holidays were good, since the lack of classes eliminated the need for alarm clocks, and other things that distracted from comfortable beds and warm blankets.

Callisto had finished getting dressed and was fiddling with her hair.

She may have been bouncing, just a little.

( Callisto dreamed... )

After flicking off the alarm, Callisto rolled over and stared at the ceiling.

It was graduation today. Which meant that whatever tenuous claim to power the Thracian Women's Guild had over her would soon run out. Funny how that didn't seem as exciting as it should.

And she still had a speech to write.

After spending most of the day hiding in the Journalism classroom after her clothes disappeared (wtf?), Callisto made a break for her room.

Pity she had to pick all the locks one-handed while dressed only in a pair of boxers.

Stupid paranoid former roomie.

[ooc: she's standing in the hall, so it's open, yo.]

Callisto raced up from the second floor and flung open the door.

She started digging through her drawers looking for rope.

Callisto woke up to the sounds of birds singing and grinned as big a grin as a seven nearly-eight year old could ( Read more... )