2nd Floor Common Room, Monday Afternoon

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally has popped in the DVD of Small Store of Terrors, and is relaxing on one of the couches. She vaguely wonders if the dentist in the movie is anything like she'd be if she became a dentist.

But she doubts she'd be that crazy. Or old. Or... male. But here she sits, watching, humming along, wondering if there is still any life in this dorm.

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Anders is curled up on the couch next to Cally with his head in her lap, half asleep. He's just sort of here, enjoying the snuggles. But, you know, in case anyone comes looking for him or anything like that, well, he's perfectly okay with being woken up.

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Cally runs her fingers through Anders' hair. "Hey you," she says.

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"Hi," mumbles Anders, snuggling up against Cally's stomach with a ridiculously contented look on his face. "Y'know, you'd be a much cuter dentist than that."

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"Well, I'm glad you think I'll be cuter than an old man," Cally says, giggling. "Otherwise I might worry about you."

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"I'd be worried about me too." Anders pokes her in the stomach. "So we got any plans for the night?"

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"Stirrups?" Cally says, before breaking down into giggles.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto stumbled into the common room and slumped wordlessly into a chair.

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"Hey," Cally says, waving with Anders still on her lap. "What's up?"

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"Funny, coach. Very funny."

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"Hey," Callisto grunted back. She drew her legs up to her chest and rested her chin on her knees. "Nothing really, apart from that whole dying boyfriend thing."

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"That whole what thing?" Cally raises an eyebrow. "I missed something, didn't I."

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Anders sits up abruptly, and nearly clocks Cally in the chin with his head. "Okay, dying? I totally did not catch that detail. I got the sick part, but . . . holy frak."

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"Kinda," Callisto said. "Angel's been in the clinic since Friday night."

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"Yikes," Cally says. "I'm sure he'll be okay? I mean, he can't die again, right?"

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Anders chews on his lip and thinks for a moment, then tugs gently on Cally's shirt.

"It's kinda serious, coach," he says quietly, hoping Callisto can't hear him too well. He doesn't want to upset her any more, even though he's pretty sure she's more aware of this than he is. "This is what Veronica and Piper and Phoebe and Paige were up in the attic talking about yesterday, when I brought Cordy up there."

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"Yikes," Cally says again. "I'm... sure he'll be okay?"

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"I've seen people with fevers like that before, after a battle," Callisto replied dully. "They don't get better."

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"But you've never seen anyone like Angel before," Cally says. "He doesn't give up so easily as other folks."

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"Then I get to watch him die for longer," Callisto scrubbed at her face with a hand. "Yay."

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"Well I guess you do get to watch him die," Cally says, frowning. "Since you're so eager to give up on him."

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

As Lana was on the stairs by the second floor she heard music from one of her favorite musicals Small Store of Terrors and came by and poked her head into the common room just in time to hear Callisto, Anders, and Cally talking about Angel.

"Angel's dying?" she says, looking stunned.

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"It's not a case of being eager to do anything," Callisto said. "I just can't do it again."

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"Cally!" Anders blurts out, staring at her in shock.

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"What? I know if you were dying, all sick and stuff? I wouldn't be sitting here in the common room feeling sorry for myself," Cally says. "I'd be out there, trying to figure out what was wrong, and how to fix it. Or I'd gather up all the folks I know who might be able to help, and see if they know anything. But... doing nothing but mope wouldn't help, you know?"

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"I guess so," Cally says. "I don't really know any details, myself."