Room 125, All Day Tuesday

[psycho_barbie]

Sometime during the night, Callisto had migrated from the middle of the floor to under her desk. Legs drawn up to her chest to better fit in the confined space, she stared blankly ahead, rocking and muttering to herself underbreath. Any non-existent observers in the room might have noticed that she still had one fist tightly clenched shut.

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[demonbelthazor]

After his phone call with Angel Tuesday afternoon, Bel found Callisto's room and knocked on the door.

[psycho_barbie]

Callisto gave absolutely no indication of having heard the knocking.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel knocked again. "Callisto?" he called through the door. "You in there? Angel wanted me to check on you to see if you were okay."

He could just shimmer in, but he wasn't sure if it was a good idea.

[ooc: totally up to you -- if you have other plans he'll just wander off. :) ]

[psycho_barbie]

Bel might have heard a phone ringing though the door.

[ooc: I'm cool with shimmering if you want to. ;)]

[notstakedyet]

Cal's phone? Ringing.

[psycho_barbie]

Callisto blinked in confusion before making the mental connection between that sound and someone ringing her. Luckily the phone was near enough that she didn't have to leave under the deak to answer it.

[notstakedyet]

"Cal?" Angel asked. Since without her saying hi this wasn't necessarily obvious.

[psycho_barbie]

Callisto dropped the phone with a yelp and scrambled back from it.