Third Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Slightly unnerved by the welcome party down on the first floor, Callisto retreated to the common room and started flicking through the tv channels. She finally found a rerun of Bitterwoman, and better still she hadn't seen this one yet.

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[chasingangela]

"Onmly that girl on the horse. I looked downstairs, but it was just huge and kind of scary so I got kind of shy."

"What about you? And are they all on horseback?"

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"I only meet the horse," Callisto said. "But I only saw that one so I'm going with no."

[chasingangela]

"Good. I don't mind DEATH's horse, but living with too many would be kind of creepy."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"Actually, it'd be more smelly than creepy, which really isn't that much better."

[chasingangela]

"Point," Angela says. "Though, could it really smell much worse than the assistant's lounge fridge? I can't believe I cleaned that thing out."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"I don't think anything could smell worse than that," Callisto shuddered. "You have my enternal gratitude for that valiant sacrifice."

[chasingangela]

"I was bored," Angela says with a shrug. "And you know how sometimes when you start on something, you're, like, compelled to keep at it until you finish? It was like that."

"Did you guys really clean the sink with fire?"

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"Weah, we did," Callisto grinned. "It burned green for some reason."

[chasingangela]

"The whole place is a bacteria breeding experiment gone horribly wrong. But," Angela says idly. "It did look better when we left today than it did when we started. Another few days and it'll actually be habitable."