Well, it had to happen. Cally was pulling on the gloves and getting ready to do her best to assist in the whole procedure.

Which really, is way overdramatic for simply saying she was going to help Mac dye her streaks a new color.

"So, blue, right?" she said.

[ooc: For the room's occupant.]

Cally was boiling bunnies and getting her knife ready to stalk Anders blissfully unaware of anyone plotting against her. Getting drunk with Teddy last night was probably a bad idea, but she wasn't hurting too bad today, actually ( Read more... )

Cally was staring at the envelope from the Colonial Military that she somehow hadn't noticed since its delivery on Friday ( Read more... )

Cally had spent most of the day brooding. She'd intended to get out to the clinic to see if she could get her jaw unwired, but the memories of the attack had her, well, too shaken to leave the room.

She still couldn't believe it.

[ooc: Open. Woe, for Cally is emo, alas.]

Cally was officially moved back into her room, though she was a bit reluctant about it.

She'd flopped onto her bed and was reading a book.

A cook book.

About steaks.

Yeah, that whole vegan thing was really starting to waver big time.

[ooc: Open, but SPish due to writing radio. Also? Cally is oblivious girl as to Source!Bel (e-mail? stupid spam ( Read more... )

Cally was flopped down on Mac's bed, poking through a vegan cookbook.

...and wishing she had a nice chocolate milkshake.

[ooc: For the person who actually lives in this room.]

Okay, so Cally hadn't snuck out or anything while Mac went to class. She was still in Mac's bed, in Mac's room, with all the stuff people'd been giving her over the past few days. She was being good about the whole resting up thing.

"I hope they found Bridge 'n Z okay," she said to Mac

[ooc: Ooooopen!]

Cally was propped up in Mac's bed, sipping at a fruity smoothie Mac had made her. The door was open, so Mac didn't have to keep running back and forth to open it for anyone dropping by to see the poor beat-in-the-face girl. Cally was also joking playing about with the little stuffed monkey someone had left her while in the clinic.

[ooc: Open for ( Read more... )

Cally had her door propped open, and was busy folding and sorting her laundry. She would have been reading but she didn't quite trust her books right now ( Read more... )

Cally had fed Poe, who seemed somewhat cheerful today.

This was, of course, not true. He was as depressed as ever.

She flopped onto her bed with a textbook, and was taking careful notes. She was a good student, after all.

Her door was open for any visitors.

[ooc: Reiterate: Open! Door, also open!]