Room 407; Friday Evening.
Completely unaware of any interesting, bizarre, or potentially frightening things going on outside the dorms, Cal had settled in front of his typewriter on his desk, reached out his hands, interlocked, to crack his knuckles and then looked at the fresh piece of paper nestled in the device with determination. He figured he could stand to try that writing thing again, really, and was feeling inspired...

...unfortunately, his inspiration, it would seem, was rather misdirected. He had, perhaps erroneously, thought to put his growing collection of animal-shaped soaps flanking his Underwood.

And now they were in the midsts of a great battle across his keys. At first, it was the monkey and the koala joining forces against the butterfly, mammal and marsupial against...insect, he supposed, but then, with a declaration that Cal himself released in a voice he thought appropriate for a soap animal, the koala declared himself to betray the monkey and joined forces with butterfly, and the war that ensued was truly epic, complete with sound effects and, somehow, explosions.

And, yes, while the colorful battle raged on, Cal had completely forgotten about his open door.


[[ this is what happens when you spend six hours in a mind-numbing hospital and have an eight hour opening shift to look forward to the next day. That said, post is like door: OPEN, although I may be a tad on the slowish side ]]