Room 125, Friday Night

[psycho_barbie]

Callisto lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling.

One week.

He'd called, although she still wasn't quite sure whether that made things better or worse. Parker had tried to help with the shopping, but she wasn't really a a fan of retail therapy.

She was vaugely proud of the fact she'd managed to occasionally leave her room to brood hang in the

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[bound2blade]

[[OOC: I feel this is slightly evil, but I really couldn't refuse a call for help....]]

Sakurazaki apparantly never forgot to take care of a paper doll. But there's a first time for everything, and, paper cutting when one is not entirely with it leads to one or two of them that fall through the cracks. A Mini Setsuna had drifted out of an open window yesterday. It took her a while to be activated and, once she was, she was a paper doll without an assignment and she just sort of drifted in a sort of confused limbo for a while. Then she decided that she should probably try to find Sakurazaki...she was getting terribly bored with existance.

But she didn't know how. It made sense to go in the way she came out, through the window, but there were sooo many! Which one was the right one?

Oh, well, she won't know until she tried....

In a few moments, there is a strange, repeated thumping against Callisto's window, occationally followed by a high-pitched and quiet, "Ow!"

[psycho_barbie]

"...the frak?" Callisto sat up, looking suspiciously around the room.

[bound2blade]

The thumping continues against the window; the idea that the glass is not something she can pass through right now seems incabable of registering in Mini Setsuna's mini-tiny head.

Thump. "ow!" Thump. "owwww!" Thump. "Grrrrr."

[psycho_barbie]

Raising an eyebrow, Callisto opened the window.