Room #508, Thursday Afternoon
Cally was sorting her sock drawer. Oh, look, black, black, a little more black, and oh, I think that black sock matches that black sock.
It's probably a good thing she wasn't out in the halls to be attacked by Jamies. Even if she desperately did, in fact, need a make-over.
For now, she was sorting socks. After that, the joy of sorting shirts. Which would probably be just as exciting.
Someone needed to save her from a day of organizing her dresser. The door was open, just for that purpose. She thought ahead.
[ooc: Ooopen!]
It's probably a good thing she wasn't out in the halls to be attacked by Jamies. Even if she desperately did, in fact, need a make-over.
For now, she was sorting socks. After that, the joy of sorting shirts. Which would probably be just as exciting.
Someone needed to save her from a day of organizing her dresser. The door was open, just for that purpose. She thought ahead.
[ooc: Ooopen!]