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 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.]

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!]

It was mere moments after the announcement that Cally had run down to her girlfriends room with a a bag of cookies, a couple blankets, and a sledgehammer (just in case).

They were holing up where it was safe, and it'd pretty much be impossible to convince them to go elsewhere.

[ooc: Establishy, and Mac and Mac's room modded with permission. No ( Read more... )

Cally was currently a little wide eyed as she was currently smothering a box with a pillow, attempting to drown out the refrains of Nine Inch Nails' Closer that seemed to be coming from it.

One wonders what actually was in the box in question. But perhaps that is a fact best left to the imagination.

[ooc: Door is closed, post is open!]

Cally had fed Poe (who had been cleverly and sneakily nudging his cage a millimeter each day towards the edge of the desk, hoping that when it would eventually topple, his miserable existence would finally cease), and was now propped up on her bed reading a copy of 'The Adventures of Giant Boy Detective'. Kid's stuff, sure, but it was a fun read ( Read more... )

Cally had just had severe mental trauma from her attempt to visit the roof, so she was now in her room. She'd fed Poe, and petted his wee lemming head.

Now, she was organizing her sock drawer. Like you do.

[ooc: Oooooooopen]