Room 505: Sunday Evening
Despite having called again on her way back from the Gig, Francine had still been hoping somehow that she'd get back in to find a Katchoo there ready to mock her for the giant pyramid of cookie tins in the corner.
No such luck. No such Katchoo, and her cell-phone still went to voicemail. Spending the afternoon with Firekeeper and Blind Seer and the horses had taken enough edge off Francine's frustration that when she finally gave in and did leave a message, it just said, "I miss you too. Come back soon. I need to talk to you."
That done, Francine sighed and set about putting away the combined piles of trip stuff and cabin stuff, the door shut much more carefully than she usually did, because people were still a little much.
[OOC: For the yellow bird! SHUT UP IT ALWAYS SAID SUNDAY.]
No such luck. No such Katchoo, and her cell-phone still went to voicemail. Spending the afternoon with Firekeeper and Blind Seer and the horses had taken enough edge off Francine's frustration that when she finally gave in and did leave a message, it just said, "I miss you too. Come back soon. I need to talk to you."
That done, Francine sighed and set about putting away the combined piles of trip stuff and cabin stuff, the door shut much more carefully than she usually did, because people were still a little much.
[OOC: For the yellow bird! SHUT UP IT ALWAYS SAID SUNDAY.]