23 Griffin Way, Wednesday Night
Joanna was standing in front of the left wing of her closet, the wing that was home to her shoes, and she was glaring. There were several boxes at her feet. "This is absurd," she said to herself. "I've run out of room."
She was getting tired of the cramped living conditions she had been forced to adopt upon moving to Fandom. The mansion was entirely too small.
"It's time to remodel," she said, a tinge of excitement infringing upon her usual tone of disdain.
[ooc: mostly establishy, but post and mansion can be open if anyone wishes to pay Joanna a visit!]
She was getting tired of the cramped living conditions she had been forced to adopt upon moving to Fandom. The mansion was entirely too small.
"It's time to remodel," she said, a tinge of excitement infringing upon her usual tone of disdain.
[ooc: mostly establishy, but post and mansion can be open if anyone wishes to pay Joanna a visit!]