After the hellos were said and everyone began moving inside, Calliope knelt down to release Rosco from his carrier. The feline shot free, only to begin winding his way between her legs, his bright green eyes restlessly darting around as he took in his new surroundings. Some flicker of movement in the trees seemed to catch his attention and he was off like an arrow from a string. A gust of wind, cool with the oncoming night, shook enough of her blonde hair free of the fairly tidy bun that Calliope no longer felt the hair tie was necessary. Plucking it out, she rubbed her fingers along the scalp and hair roots, easing the soreness that often came with having her hair up too long. Lifting the now pleasantly light carrier and her backpack, Calliope made her way towards the cabin door behind the rest of the crowd. Her movements were unhurried, allowing everyone else to bombard Dai with their gratitude as they passed. Adding her own thanks seemed trivial when on the coattails of everyone else's, but she paused as well to offer him another easy smile.

“Thanks for saving me from prison, Dai. A summer with my little brother would have ended up being full of blood and sweet, sweet silence.” Laughing to show she wasn't serious despite having frequently imagined locking her brother in a closet for a few hours or days, Calliope slipped past the host and further into the main room. She eyed Kevin's claimed spot and shook her head, teeth flashing in a grin. With a slight jiggle of the pet carrier, she defended the absent Rosco: “I'm pretty sure the cat will disagree. Or use your face as a pillow – either way, I can't imagine him not hogging the hearth.”

Figuring she wouldn't be taking a bed because cuddling with random people wasn't her idea of a good time, Calliope set her luggage beside a second couch before approaching the fire place and Kevin's claimed makeshift bed. Moving to the opposite end of his couch, she pivoted on her heel and plopped. Although she didn't consider herself particularly heavy, the couch sank in around her body and formed a luxurious little haven. Knocking her shoes off, a pair of navy Keds with tiny white polka dots, Calliope set them neatly beside the couch and drew her legs up against her body. She was simply too comfortable in jeans and a worn blue t-shirt to stay awake late into the night if things didn't escalate. 

Leaning against the arm of the couch, she peered at the mingling group with some curiosity. The host seemed surprised and even a little alarmed by so many warm bodies pressing in close to him, though he was beyond fault in terms of politeness and hostliness, or whatever the word for it was. Idly rubbing her feet, Calliope turned her attention to the windows and the various opportunities beyond – swimming and climbing some trees both sounded like things she'd need to do in the next 48 hours. [i]I wonder if they have any mountains nearby... probably should have looked out the window instead of at a book,[/i] she thought, chewing the inside of her cheek.