Room #508 Friday Afternoon (After the Assembly)

[sogothcally]

After feeding Poe and making sure he was okay (and given her inability to interpret his movements as melancholy poetry about the meaninglessness of existence, she thought he looked quite happy), Cally crashed out on her bed, having changed since that whole getting hit by the sprinklers thing left her kind of all wet and stuff.

She was still listening to the book on CD she'd started at the assembly. Her door was open, in case anyone wanted to stop by.

[ooc: Ooopen!]