Cally was making grilled cheese sandwiches. She liked grilled cheese sandwiches. Grilled cheese sandwiches were awesome.

Mmmm, grilled cheese.

[ooc: This completely nonsensical post brought to you by my intense desire for a grilled cheese sandwich. Open to whomever would drop by the apartment.]

Cally was wandering about, alone. She had an umbrella, and sat down at the edge of the water. She knew better than to take off her shoes and dip her toes... but she did anyway.

She was thinking about how far away the war was now. Not a Cylon for miles, unless you counted Anders. And he seemed to stay far away from Cally, and understandably so.

Maybe things were finally going right for her.

[ooc: For that who she knows who she is. It is for broadcast. I am a dumbass and didn't know that was okay.]

Cally was currently sitting on her couch in her underwear and a t-shirt, completely mesmerized by what was on her TV. She had a bowl of popcorn in her lap, and was completely and utterly not planning on moving until the show was over.

Partially because there was one really pretty woman on the show.

[ooc: Open, if you'd stop by! Yes, I'm a bad bad man and hoisting my new fascination on my character.]

Cally wasn't so out of things that she didn't know what today was. Which is why before Mac even woke up, she'd slipped out of bed and started making a ridiculously huge breakfast. Pancakes, waffles, toast, juice, it was all out.

She was still trying to make up for being gone. And today should be a special day.

[ooc: For she who shares the apartment.]

Cally had promised not to leave the apartment, and she was sticking to her word. She was camped out on the couch in her black silk pajamas, enjoying some random TV show about a Canadian gas station, as she sipped at a root beer float.

Ahhhh, it felt good to be lazy again.

[ooc: Open, if'n you'd stop by!]

"That was stupid, Randall!" Wally shouted, out of breath. They all were in various states of disarray, really. Fidgit was all twitchy, Og looked more glum than usual, and Vermin was actually, for once, not eating.

"Look, so I made a few miscalculations in the security," Randall tried to schmooze his way out of the argument.

"Miscalculations?" Wally harrumphed. "There was an army bearing down on us!"

"We nearly got ourselves killed," Fidgit chimed in.

"Well we didn't, did we?" Randall pointed out. Then, he glanced over where Strutter was pouting at his bowler hat... where the top had been sliced clean off. "Look, we'll get you a new one," he said, in a moment of compassion.

"What are we gonna do now? We lost all that gold we stole from those German guys," Fidgit said.

"We just need a new plan," Randall said. "I'll look at the map and--"

"Find me a way home?" Cally finally interrupted. A hush fell over the group.

Randall looked up at her, then reached up to touch her arm. At least, that's what it looked like, up until the hand was actually on her ass.

"Don't you worry your pretty little--" Randall didn't even get the full sentence out.

"Move it or lose it, Randall," Cally said, with a through-her-teeth intensity. Some quiet snickers came from the rest of the group. Randall removed his offending hand.

"1920's Chicago?" Randall said, suddenly pointing at the map. He was anxious for a change in subject. "Good time for robbery, right?"

[ooc: You know the drill, OOC yay, no IC...]

The first thing they (the dwarves) had done, was make sure that their new team member fit in properly.

( Wherein the player rambles about tiny details, as it amuses him )

[ooc: OOC commentary welcome, IC stuff not possible, weee.]

Well, after they realized they couldn't get a proper ransom, Cally had convinced Randall and his band of thieves to cut her loose.

Then came the bad news. Og couldn't remember where the hole he'd gone through to find Cally was. And '2007, Louisiana' wasn't on their map of the holes in creation. So, after a bit of a discussion, Cally was now working with the band of thieves. There was Randall, the de facto leader, Wally, Fidgit, Strutter, Og, and Vermin. There was hushed mentions of a 'Horseflesh' at times, but it was in that sort of way people used to mention Billy on Galactica. She never asked about him. If they wanted to share, they'd tell her.

So far, they had managed to steal... not a single thing. They weren't particularly -good- at thieving, if they were up against anyone with an ounce of common sense or intelligence.

But Randall had ideas. He was saying, they could go back to simpler times. That'd make it easier...

[ooc: No IC, but OOC comments welcome!]

Cally had been lapsing in and out of consciousness for awhile now. Every time she thought she was waking up, she'd hear hushed voices then the world would black out again.

Now, she had the distinct feeling of being upside down.

Upside down, with her feet bound together, and her hands pinned to her sides.

This was a little scary. She hesitantly cracked an eye open, and was instantly completely and utterly confused by the sights that she saw. Six rather small fellows. Dwarves, probably, she thought. They were all dressed very oddly. A mix of various period dress, bits of armor, it all was very odd.

"She's awake!" one of them said. He had a beard and an enormous hat.

"Alright, princess," another said, suddenly looking at her with an expression that she couldn't take seriously. It looked as if he was having trouble with constipation, rather than looking intimidating. "We're holding you for ransom. Og here grabbed you from your castle, and we're going to use you to get stinking rich, isn't that right lads?"

"Yeah!" said the other five together. Well, three out of the five. One was busy eating a rat, and another just sort of had a dumb, happy look on his face.

"...I'm not a princess," Cally said, staying amazingly calm.

"...what?" said the leader, peering at her. He pulled at his aviator cap and goggles a bit.

"Do I look like a princess from a castle?" Cally said.

The leader peered at her some more, then turned. "Og, come here." The dumb looking dwarf closed the distance between himself and his leader. Then, he earned himself a slap to the back of the head. "Idiot!"

"Don't you treat Og like that, Randall!" said another one. And soon, Cally was witnessing a dwarf battle royale, as they all slapped each other about.

She sighed. At least it was... somewhat entertaining.

[ooc: Not for IC interaction, obviously. OOC comments welcome.]

Cally slipped out of bed and got herself dressed. She was just going to pop out to the local store, get some milk and eggs, and come back to make some nice fluffy delicious pancakes for Mac. Breakfast in bed and everything.

She wrote a simple note, in case her girlfriend woke up while she was out, and placed it on the pillow next to the slumbering computer expert.

Gone to get milk. Back soon. Breakfast will be done for you.

Cally then quietly put on some shoes, and a light jacket. She exited the apartment, locked the door, and walked outside. She hummed to herself a bit, a tune she'd heard on the radio recently.

"I want a perfect body," she sang softly, barely noticing the world around her. "I want a perfect soul."

She approached an alleyway opening.

"I want you to notice, when I'm not around..."

And would people notice, when she wasn't around? Right as she stepped out past the alleyway, she found herself in an all too familiar, terrifying situation.

A canvas bag was over her head, and before she could lash out or scream she felt electricty surge through her body, stunning her into unconsciousness.

And then quietly, silently, unobserved and unnoticed, Cally's body disappeared into the alleyway.

[ooc: Dun dun dunnnnnn. Cally will be taking a bit of a hiatus for... I don't know how long. I'm still around with my other characters, don't worry. Just needed a break from the crazy girl.]