Cal had told Jaina that he wanted to write, but he didn't know what. Yesterday changed all of that. Sing, O Muse, of the catch of inspiration, clinging to the edge of thought and distress like the...next paper, quickly, to not lose his steam. Tomorrow, he'd read through them again. Tomorrow, he'd probably burn every single page. But for now, tonight, he wrote. [[ door and post are open! ]]

Turtle was still a little wary over whether or not hiding out in her room was an effective way of avoiding the Child She Didn't Want to Think About , but she needed something to do with the Child She...head and muttered something about getting her tubes tied as soon as she turned eighteen. [[ expecting one of the baby daddies, but door and post are both definitely open, though I might be slowish ]]