Room #508, Tuesday Late Morning
Cally had fed Poe (who begrudgingly ate only because starving himself to death was too much effort), and was now lying on her bed, skimming through 'Death on Picon' again.
The door was open, in case anyone felt like stopping by.
[ooc: And to anyone I totally dropped threads with yesterday (with Cally or Joxer, I am very sorry. I'm already writing yesterday off, for the most part. Ping me in e-mail if you want me to pick up a thread somewhere. Also... open post, wee.]
The door was open, in case anyone felt like stopping by.
[ooc: And to anyone I totally dropped threads with yesterday (with Cally or Joxer, I am very sorry. I'm already writing yesterday off, for the most part. Ping me in e-mail if you want me to pick up a thread somewhere. Also... open post, wee.]