Room 238, Monday Morning

[psycho_barbie]

Gradually waking up from the strangest dream where she'd been wee, married Angel and made plans to send Cam-Mollusc to university, Callisto wondered why her bed felt so cramped and why she was stiff like she'd been sleeping on the ground. Eyes still closed, she reached for the alarm only to encounter something soft and cushiony

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[oatmanspatient]

Somewhere outside the pillow fort was Marty sleeping on the floor in his suit which for some reason had cupcake batter on it.

He also appeared to be hugging a bottle of 409 cleaner.

[psycho_barbie]

If Callisto wasn't currently trying to smother herself to death with a cushion, she'd have said good morning to Marty. But she was so she didn't.

[oatmanspatient]

Marty tried to get in a more comfy position with his bottle and muttered the words "Cooties" under his breath.

[psycho_barbie]

The cushion came flying towards Marty. "Do not!"

[threeweapons]

Alanna muttered into her pillow. "Five more minutes." Her pillow meowed it's agreement.

[psycho_barbie]

Depending on how close to the pillowfort/house Alanna was, she might have heard muffled cursing as Callisto remembered the rest of her weekend.

[threeweapons]

She was close enough and wound up bursting out laughing. Except her pillow woke up as well and meowled rather angrily at them both.

[psycho_barbie]

"'Snot funny!" Callisto stated, before resuming cursing.

[demonbelthazor]

Buried under a pile of pillows and clutching another in his arms, Bel stirred. Something wasn't right. He batted some of the pillows away, reaching out his arm and finding a body part that wasn't his own. What the....

[psycho_barbie]

Callisto looked down at the hand, since it wasn't room temperature probably didn't belong to Angel. "Five seconds or you loose the hand."

[demonbelthazor]

Bel let go and sat up, startled. "Callisto?" he nearly squeaked.

[psycho_barbie]

Callisto facepalmed and looked for a pillow to replace the one she threw at Marty. "Belthazor."

[notstakedyet]

Angel? Asleep in another part of the pillow fort.

With Logan.

[oatmanspatient]

He might have gotten sprayed at one point.

[psycho_barbie]

Callisto? Really wasn't in the best frame of mind for that particular sight right now.

"Y'know, most guys at least wait until the honeymoon is over before sleeping with someone else."

[notstakedyet]

Angel cracked an eye open. First he saw who he was next to. Then he looked up and saw a pissed off Callisto.

He tried his best to put on a nice smile. "Hi, honey."

[mparkerceo]

Parker was curled into a ball on top of her own comforter, so she had a moment of disconnect when she woke up: almost-familiar combined with what-the-hell?. Logan laughing and Angel protesting woke her up, though.

"... Someone kill me?"

[psycho_barbie]

"Take a number," Callisto suggested. "I think there's going to be a line."

[mparkerceo]

"Ohhh, god. I have to open the Library today." Parker reluctantly sat up, and looked around, thankful that the worst thing she did in front of anyone here was play tag with Angel and Alanna. And, of course, talk about sex.

"You traumatized me!" Parker pointed at Callisto. "Oh my god, teeny me would never ever have dated anyone if that had happened when I was almost five!"

[psycho_barbie]

"I think that was my mother's intention when she explained sex to me," Callisto said. "Take away the forbidden mysteriousness and replace it with ickiness."