Room #411 [Thursday, way late evening]

[imac_kenzie]

Mac is lounging on her bed with her laptop open in front of her, which really is a very normal scenario for her.

What isn't quite so normal is the way she's chewing on her bottom lip as she works, the intensity with which she's staring at the screen and the sheer speed of her typing.

[ooc: For a particular person, and posted early because

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[sogothcally]

Cally wandered down from the roof, totally sober because there was no way she was going to drink on a night when she had class the next day.

She knocked on the door. "Can I come in? And stay?"

[imac_kenzie]

Mac nodded absently and gave an 'uh huh' of assent. Whether she actually knew what it was she was agreeing to is debatable, as her attention was still almost completely focussed on the laptop in front of her.

[sogothcally]

Cally slipped into the room and shut the door.

"I think I've been sexiled," she said.

[imac_kenzie]

After a couple of seconds, it finally sank in that Cally was there, and talking to her. Mac glanced up from her laptop. "You... huh?"