Room 505, Monday Evening
You'd think that after a rather excellent week and a fudge-covered weekend, Francine would be, if perhaps not raring to get up early for class tomorrow, at least in a pretty good mood.
If you hadn't seen her today. If you had, and that made you a very rare soul since she barely ventured out of her room, you'd wonder just what the heck she'd come down with that left little brown spots all over her face and hands, just too regular to be freckles.
Either that, or you'd wonder if she hadn't actually showered since the chocolate dunk tank, and someone had done a bad job of licking it off. (You'd be wrong, and also liable to get hit if you asked.)
All in all, it made for a grumpy, frustrated, itchy Francine who sprawled on the bed pretending to do her homework now.
[OOC: Sure, open. I'll be conscious for an hour or so yet.]
If you hadn't seen her today. If you had, and that made you a very rare soul since she barely ventured out of her room, you'd wonder just what the heck she'd come down with that left little brown spots all over her face and hands, just too regular to be freckles.
Either that, or you'd wonder if she hadn't actually showered since the chocolate dunk tank, and someone had done a bad job of licking it off. (You'd be wrong, and also liable to get hit if you asked.)
All in all, it made for a grumpy, frustrated, itchy Francine who sprawled on the bed pretending to do her homework now.
[OOC: Sure, open. I'll be conscious for an hour or so yet.]