Room #508, Thurday Late Morning
Cally was spread out on her bed, chewing on the end of a pen. The application for pre-enrollment in the fleet was sitting in front of her, and it was giving her a bit of a tough time. She couldn't exactly mention the zombie thing, for one, as well as pretty much any of the peculiarities of Fandom life.
And for some reason 'To pay for dental school' seemed not the best answer for 'Why do you want to join the fleet?'
So Cally continued to poke at the application, hoping to get it done before the end of the day. Her door was wide open, as she kinda hoped people would come in to distract her.
[ooc: Open, as it says!]
And for some reason 'To pay for dental school' seemed not the best answer for 'Why do you want to join the fleet?'
So Cally continued to poke at the application, hoping to get it done before the end of the day. Her door was wide open, as she kinda hoped people would come in to distract her.
[ooc: Open, as it says!]