A Man Who Trusts Can Never Be Betrayed

Thanks to a certain rather insistent mountain of fuzz, Cally was up and out of their room before Wesley was even awake, let alone before the arrival of any small, argumentative visitors. The air was chilly but thankfully not freezing; a warm jacket was enough to keep her comfortable as she walked along behind Nana. Fine, jogged. But not because she was being dragged! Much.

[For childlings and a boy, both on massive SP, but open to passers-by if you like!]

"For the last time, no, thank you, I do not want any of your meat and eggs. Especially the eggs; that colour indicates that they can't possibly be fresh enough to be safe for humanoid consumption. No, not on a boat or on a --- seriously, on a goat? How is that remotely sanitary?"

If Cally was expecting an answer, being summarily ejected from a locker door and into the school corridor from which she'd vanished sometime Friday afternoon was not it -- but it was most certainly a welcome alternative.

Until she checked her chronometer, realized two days had passed -- Well, that's one way to avoid being depressed on Parents' Weekend -- and took off for the dorms at a run. Nana...

Thank goodness. The Saint Bernard hadn't starved to death over the weekend. She'd just eaten the entire bag of dog food, one of Cally's slippers, and her student orientation papers. Fat lot of good those had done for keeping Cally away from half-open lockers, anyway.

[OOC: Open if you'd like to catch her before class! Aaaaaand welcome to the land of "MP and Maeyan's New House Doesn't Have Internets Yet So Moving Ate Most Of My Weekend."]

Yesterday had not been a good day. You could say that for everything since Cally had arrived in Fandom, but this week of meeting people -- including other telepaths and students organising their own defensive force -- and attending classes that she would have loved to take at home, it had been... not a respite from her worry, but it helped. Until she'd talked to Principal Winchester and it had all come tumbling down: she was stuck here. Perhaps not for good, but for the foreseeable future. Alone, cut off from everyone and everything that she knew, including the minds of her people, who probably all thought she was dead now.

On the bright side, she could sleep in late and take a shower while Nico was in class without disturbing him, which made up for...absolutely nothing. Perhaps tomorrow she'd work on something brighter; today she was going to settle for going back to sleep and trying to pretend it was a dream, but at least she'd do so with clean hair.

That was the plan. The reality, when she entered her room, was a very large WOOF! Also a very large creature, sitting right in the middle of her bed.

( ...What? )

Cally sighed.  //Please move over, then?// 

That earned her a sigh that was twice the length of hers, and a grudging five inches of the bed vacated. Still, it was the five inches that contained her trousers. Trousers were good!

Until she reached for them and was knocked onto the bed by seventy-three kilos of fur and slobber - which then woofed again, and started licking her face.

[OOC: Door is shut, but post is open. Anyone passing can undoubtedly hear muffled sounds of Very Large Puppy-ness.]