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Room 312, Thursday evening
After apologizing to Arthur in the morning, yelling at then talking with Tony, and escapology with Liir Dinah made a phone call to Cal to ask him to stop by to practice the play.

Currently, she was soliloquizing to Camille.

"...I think the king is but a man as I am.
The violet smells to him as it doth to me.
The element shows to him as it doth to me.
All his senses have but human conditions.
His ceremonies laid by, in his nakedness he appears but a man,
and though his affections are higher mounted than ours,
yet when they stoop, they stoop with the like wing."

Camille yawned.

[ooc: for one, but open after.]

Practicing could be good. Practicing might get Cal to stop worrying about the weekend, as well as, subsequently, worrying about the fact that he was actually worrying about something stupid like Valentine's Day.

He really should just stick to his idea of drawing a card enacting the massacre.

He went knocking on Dinah's door, battered and torn and highlighted scrip rolled up in his hand.

"Halt! Who goes there?" Dinah called as she opened the door, then grinned. "C'mon in. Camille, no." She grabbed the kitten, and waved Cal in. "How was your Thursday? Good or weird or both?"

"Oh, man," Cal said, shaking his head as he came into the room, "I have got some major catching up to do, with you all in character like that."

He then frowned at Dinah, part pout, while subtly observing her room.

The screens totally made him think of Zora's place, which was way too weird of an association.

"Thursdays are too busy. The end. How was yours?"

"Enh. Personal junk I had to deal with, which actually turned out okay. Nobody got maimed, anyway." She plopped Camille down on the bed with a handful of colored ribbons, which served to completely absorb her for at least the next five minutes. Dinah grinned, and flopped down on her swiveling chair. "Um, there's the big pillow, or Chad's chair, or the floor?" She gave him a mischievous look. "And then I tied up Liir."

Ha! See! Hidden depths! Okay, not that hidden. But still!

Cal had mostly take up on the floor to try to distract Dinah's kitten for a moment but then he looked up with a bit of a gape.

"Why were you tying up Liir?"

"I wish I could say it was for some perverted purple prose purpose," Dinah said in a fake-mournful tone. She snickered a little. "But I was helping him learn how to get out of them. In case someone ties him up."

"Does he...intend to have people tie him up often?" Cal found himself asking despite his best efforts not to.

"I think he's hoping he can run faster than them," Dinah said, sobering. "His hometown sounds like Chechnya. Only with magic. Soooo, be prepared, you know?" She shrugged. "It was nice to feel like I could teach someone here something, for once."

"And now," Cal said, "if I feel the need to learn how to be tied up..."

He gestured toward Dinah and her surely expansive knowledge.

Dinah stared at him, very deer-in-headlights, then cracked up. "Sure! Here for all your tying-up and handcuffing instruction necessary. Too bad I left the fishnets in that alternate universe."

Cal snapped his fingers. "Darn," he said.

And then, he asked, "When's your birthday?"

Dinah got the giggles under control, then smiled. "April twenty-third. Why?"

Cal managed to keep his grin to something light and lopsided. "Now I know what to get you."

Dinah facepalmed, turning bright red, and when she could speak without laughing again, said, "On me that would look like ... I don't know what. I would definitely be wearing a skirt though, not tap pants or whatever it was superhero woman was wearing." She mock-glared at him and rolled her eyes. "Ahem. You want to start, or should I?"

Cal couldn't help chuckling, although his attention was on where he was trying to pet Dinah's kitten instead of looking at her because, he could tease all he wanted, but the fact of the matter was that he would be thinking about it.

"Oh, sure, once we get into the fishnets, you're suddenly all business."

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