- room 220 - tuesday evening - 11/17 -

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Fiona stared at the thread between her fingers, watched it grow and change to the strange golden thread that meant she was looking at her own life, and continued to focus beyond. Beyond what was hard to say, since she didn't even quite know what she was doing other than that she was doing it, but more threads sprang up, threads in different colors

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[darkangelsawyer]

And that would be the phone ringing...

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Fiona grabbed for the phone, scaring Nyx off of her pillow. The cat made a meow of protest, but Fiona was too busy pressing the green button and--

"Hello?"

[darkangelsawyer]

"Hey you," Peyton said, smile evident in her voice.

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She pulled herself up to rest on her pillow, beckoning with one hand. The cat looked at her for a moment in consideration, then decided that her human could make up to her by petting her.

Fiona was glad of that.

"Hey. How're you? How are things?"