Room 511, Saturday Morning
Francine had slept early last night; cleaning up after Support Services followed by a flurry of " should I pack this away yet or not" in her own room had tired her out.
Now, though, she was up annoyingly early, bouncing around, making the bed, picking up clothes and twitching a bit at the idea that there was a hotel full of rock stars on the island, and she might actually get to meet somebody famous if she could con someone into going over there with her.
[OOC: Wiiiiiide open!]
Now, though, she was up annoyingly early, bouncing around, making the bed, picking up clothes and twitching a bit at the idea that there was a hotel full of rock stars on the island, and she might actually get to meet somebody famous if she could con someone into going over there with her.
[OOC: Wiiiiiide open!]