<span style="font-family:Assistant"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc"><i>Dresses hung in a colourful order and brought the dark closest space to life, no monster would dare hide away in such conditions - Calliope would kill them for crumpling her clothes, money on hangers, that's what her mother always said as she swiped her card and brought a few more outfits from Gucci and Prada. The brunette wasted no time in unpacking her bags and settling her clothes away in proper conditions as if they could feel the neglect such travel bags had on them, she could not have the chosen items start to thread and crease, Malvin or Steve could not just bring her backup wardrobe, she would admit that such an event had happened once or twice in her short life but she was younger then, she had grown to appreciate what she had a little bit more and would certainly try and make the most of it. </i><br/>
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<i>Calliope spent a few moments trying to adjust a photo frame, she needed it angled in such a way that she could see the picture wherever she stood in the shared room. The young women would never admit her slight sickness when away from home but she had found small treasures that allowed her to deal with it - wherever she travelled the picture of her mother and father would follow, she had picked one that represented one of her happiest moments with them, where they all stood together smiling on the white beaches that made the Maldives such a beautiful island.  It was the final touch needed for the transformation of the room, of course, she had left enough space for her roommate to make there own adjustments but her presence remained dominant for the time being. unlikely to change but there was a slight possibility.</i><br/>
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<i>The brunette felt restless, she had been travelling all day and just the thought of keeping still made her shiver in disgust - she needed to burn her worked up energy, her mind settling on exploring the home and the people who now resided. within Poking her head out of the door she looked around curiously, which direction should she take? what hallway should she follow? she made a left turn and followed the walkway towards the end, taking in every picture and detail on the walls until stumbling across an open doorway, who it belonged to she did not know but this simple fact did not stop her from peering inside and moving forward to stand in the arch.</i></span></span>