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Having some time to kill before he stopped being lazy and tried to make it down to the gym as usual for a Sunday, Cal was lounging on his bed a little, glancing through the paper while trying to think of ways to improve. There was also a mostly empty pack of bubblegum beside him, as he was trying to make improvement on his own regarding the ( Read more... )

Any time now, the doe-eyed girl would be coming around to Cal's room so that he could, as promised, show her all about DVDs and how they worked, which, hopefully, would lead to the reasonable after effect of watching a movie together. He was nervous enough that he'd double checked to make sure he had the technology for it, while still wondering if ( Read more... )

Eventually, Cal had fallen asleep last night, and he would have figured that that meant sleeping in a lot later than this, but no cigar. That was okay, though, he figured he could be productive instead ( Read more... )

Cal went to the fridge when he got to the kitchen, snagging up a carton of milk and forgoing a glass to put it in. Instead, he went straight to the table, pulling out a chair and dropping down into it with a tired sigh, and began chugging the drink straight from the cardboard spout. This almost immediately pulled a small sound of disapproval from ( Read more... )

Well, to be honest, a sombrero hadn't been a part of the entire packing plan, but it was there on Cal's head so he was going to embrace it, one last bit of Fandom insanity before leaving for the summer. It was kind of nice, really. And there was a wee tiny mariachi band providing music, too, and he finished putting the last of his meager ( Read more... )

The travel through time and (air)space hadn't been so bad, and Cal realized that there were a lot of great things about going to California in a plane instead of hitch-hiking across America to get there. One, it was shorter and you realized you gained about three hours, despite the fact that they were already kind of going in the past, anyway (it ( Read more... )

Cal hadn't really expected swordfighting to be so...tiring. He was more than happy to just get back to his room, flopping on his bed with two bottles of Faygo, one for himself and one for Dinah when she got here. At least he hadn't tripped, though, and people seemed to really enjoy it. Dinah and Amber were good. And, really, he had to count ( Read more... )

So, he'd done some research and played messenger-boy, and then went and researched some more, so Cal figured he'd covered enough bases that, if he wanted to go back to his room, no one would give him crap about it ( Read more... )

Sitting at his desk, Cal let out a long, distracted sigh. A blank sheet of paper stared back at him, and he supposed he should be grateful. He had put out at least a story lately, and it was a good one, with the proper awful ending of the two main characters, impossible lovers, dying horribly of cholera after they were married. But now his mind ( Read more... )