Cally was on her bed, going through some papers, and trying to get herself mentall prepared for the whole 'going off to basic' thing.

It was kinda scary.

Her door was wiiiiide open.

[ooc: And likewise is the post.]

Cally had a full day ahead of her. First was packing up for her field trip to Vegas. Second, feeding Poe. Third, well, she was kinda hoping Mac would stop by. Or anyone, for that matter, really ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

Poe sat in his cage, wondering vaguely if it would be worth the effort to escape his cage and tube tunnel maze home ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

Cally was on her bed, poking through the textbook for her class with Doctor Wilson, wondering if she might want to ask Agnes whether or not she wanted to be study buddies or something ( Read more... )

After what was most definitely an exciting and awesome final session of Scoobying, Cally retired to her room. After feeding Poe, who looked at her with big watery eyes begging for sweet-sweet death (but looked really, really cute), she plopped down onto her bed. She grabbed the anthropology textbook from her nightstand, and began paging through it ( Read more... )

Cally's window and door was open. She'd just finished depositing Poe into his new proper home on her desk, and giving him proper food and everything.

She thought he looked rather content and cute.

Poe thought that the coffin the cruel girl had bought him was merely too large and not wooden enough. It would not do at all.

[ooc: Open, as it says.]

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 ( Read more... )