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OOC: Alas, Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow
What with still dealing with hectic work schedules, adjusting after my move, Other RL etcetera, I just don't have the time for FH anymore.
It's been fun, and I'll miss you guys. But right now, I got to get my priorities in order and such.
Don't burn down the... partially reconstructed school, now, eh? :) -
An E-Mail, Sent Early, Early Wednesday Morning
From: veruca.cally@fandomhigh.net ( Read more... ) -
OOC: Jason Finale!
Oops. Got a bit delayed getting back from my interview. The finale post will go up in just a moment, folks.
I am currently lurking in an AIM chatroom: crystallakecampers, for those who perhaps want to use it to coordinate.
Also, for those who didn't/couldn't sign up for the finale, but want a last minute 'in' for your character to have at least ( Read more... ) -
Room #411, Sunday Evening
Well, it had to happen. Cally was pulling on the gloves and getting ready to do her best to assist in the whole procedure.
Which really, is way overdramatic for simply saying she was going to help Mac dye her streaks a new color.
"So, blue, right?" she said.
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Room #508, Thursday Afternoon
Cally was lounging about, rereading some Edgar Allen Poe.
Poe was lounging about his cage, recontemplating sweet sweet death.
The door to the room was wide open.
[ooc: For a specific visitor, but open to anyone! specify before or after Teddy, please.] -
Room #508, Saturday Morning.
Cally woke up, and slipped out of her bed. She stretched her arms and let out an inaudible yawn. She paused. She attempted to say hi to Annette.
Nothing happened.
That would be Cally's eyes bugging, because she instantly assumed that the heart-stealing demons were back. So she started flailing in a useless manner.
[ooc: Open, especially to the ( Read more... ) -
Room #508, Thursday Evening.
Cally was on her back on her bed, tossing a ball of wadded up paper up an down.
Bored? What makes you think that?
Her door was open.
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Room #508, Monday Evening [before/during Turtle's Party]
Cally was boiling bunnies and getting her knife ready to stalk Anders blissfully unaware of anyone plotting against her. Getting drunk with Teddy last night was probably a bad idea, but she wasn't hurting too bad today, actually ( Read more... ) -
Room #508, Monday Evening
Cally was on her bed, going through some papers, and trying to get herself mentall prepared for the whole 'going off to basic' thing.
It was kinda scary.
Her door was wiiiiide open.
[ooc: And likewise is the post.] -
A letter, found. [Room 508, Sunday Afternoon]
Cally was staring at the envelope from the Colonial Military that she somehow hadn't noticed since its delivery on Friday ( Read more... )