Room 505: Tuesday morning before classes

[thatsamilkshake]

Despite this being her day of classes, Francine was still finding it a relaxing one compared to last week. Besides, she didn't have class for another hour or so. She could totally hang out on her bed, read the interview with Gwen DeMarco in the latest issue of Starlog magazine and... playwiththedroidbaby Hush

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[bitchy_smurf]

Illyria knew how to knock. She just didn't care.

Francine should count herself lucky that the sound she was hearing was someone firmly turning the doorknob and pushing it open, rather than just ripping it off the hinges.

[thatsamilkshake]

Either would get her to look up from the bottle-guzzling baby in her arms, but Francine would eventually appreciate the lack of property damage, yes. "Ch-- hey!"

[bitchy_smurf]

"I am not Ch-hey," said Illyria, who was perfectly used to names that sounded exactly like that only with more clicking and shrieks and sometimes the occasional scent-emission. "I am Illyria." She stalked over to the other girl's bed and thrust out her arm. "Give me the child."

[thatsamilkshake]

There were only so many people with blue hair in the school. More than one, admittedly, but only so many. "I know who you --- no!"

Francine clutched Arthur Junior to her bosom. "NOT FOR EATING!"

[thismaskiwear]

Oh, look, that would again be the door opening sans the preamble of a knock first, and while the girl walking into the room this time might be off-putting and a little scary in her own way (and might very likely have been the subject of a bit of baby-eating speculation herself at some point or another) she wasn't that scary, dammit.

Also, she lived here, and had a wheeled clock trailing along behind her, and had been out on the roof for the better part of three hours just because she could again and had the vague feeling Francine was borrowing her schtick.

"Can we take the daycare sign --" you know, the one that didn't exist, even though she'd designed several in her head over the past week, none of which would have passed muster if you actually wanted effective advertising -- "off the door now?"

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine was back from walking Illyria to class now, and just starting to gather up her own stuff for Monomyth. She paused with a notebook in the crook of one arm to rub at the opposite wrist. "Yeah, baby Pendragon junior made it back to Professor Skywalker safe and sound."

[thismaskiwear]

Oh, no, Peters, don't think that wrist thing went unnoticed. Note, if you will, Katchoo's slightly incredulous gaze focused on that particular part of your anatomy.

. . . THE WRIST. GEEZ.

"What did you have to do to pull that off, Francie? Walk the frikkin' gauntlet?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"No, Illyria and I just had a little...misunderstanding. Before I realized she didn't want to eat him. It's fine."

Because Katchoo could not in fact kick the ass of a leather-clad demon girl woman person thing. Katchoo couldn't even reach the ass of a leather-clad demon girl woman person thing.

[bigdamndestiny]

And he who only knocks for fear of interrupting things man was not meant to see... knocked.

As you do.

"Francine?"

[thatsamilkshake]

Babyless and for the moment Katchooless later in the morning, Francine had been back at her magazine-reading. But you know, this time not out loud to a robot.

"Hi, Merlin! Come in!"

[bigdamndestiny]

Maybe the baby liked to hear about fashion and pleasing your man. You never know.

"Survived watching Arthur's... baby thingy I see."

[thatsamilkshake]

Hey, it was an article about Lieutenant Tawny and her lovely breasts, Francine would have you know! So, you know. Very low cut fashion and pleasing lots of geeky men.

"Of course." She sat up and tossed the magazine over to her pillow. "It's not like it was a chore; I kind of like playing house with them."