Room 511, Wednesday Night
After today's trip out to talk to Katchoo, Francine wasn't feeling very social. More thinky, not that her thoughts were really going anywhere except in circles.
So instead of going downstairs for the weekly shirtless vampire fix, she was camped out on her bed with a bowl of vanilla wafers, a glass of milk, and the beginnings of a letter home about everything she'd been doing for the past few months. If by 'beginning' you mean five lines worth of I was a super-hero! Booze is evil... Katchoo is...
Dunk. Crunch. Scribble.
[OOC: For the eeeeears.]
So instead of going downstairs for the weekly shirtless vampire fix, she was camped out on her bed with a bowl of vanilla wafers, a glass of milk, and the beginnings of a letter home about everything she'd been doing for the past few months. If by 'beginning' you mean five lines worth of I was a super-hero! Booze is evil... Katchoo is...
Dunk. Crunch. Scribble.
[OOC: For the eeeeears.]