You know, four hours after radio? Long enough for the CD to replay three times before she turned it off, the candles to burn down, the chicken to get cold, the phone to be picked up and then put down about five times because it was supposed to be a surprise, and the girl to fall asleep on top of the covers with the back of her dress still ( Read more... )

What better way to spend the first day of Christmas Break and no more finals than helping your ex-boyfriend test his swan-creating powers? Sort of. Except for the lack of swan.

Look, it was this or watch A Chuck Umber Christmas for the third time this week.

[OOC: For the Ears, but open after!]

It started out innocently enough - scenes from this week skipping in and out of Francine's head as she slept - walking on the beach with Dinah turned into the path to the church, where somewhere in the back behind the angel's podium, there was bow-chicka-bow music playing ( Read more... )

Francine unlocked the door to her room after class and let out a "Katchoo?" that she couldn't quite keep from sounding hopeful, even though if Katchoo was here, they'd have to find another place to talk. There was nothing, though, and the other bed was still as empty as it had been when they moved to the cabins. ...Of people. Not of crap. It was ( Read more... )

Given plans for tomorrow night and the chance that the daytime would be as busy as the rest of her week, Francine had figured baking had better be happening in advance.

And it was always better with help, right? Especially help who'd asked to help in the kind of most adorable way possible ( Read more... )

Three people. One mission. And the only one who had the vaguest, slightest clue was... Francine Peters.

Yes, you should fear.

You shouldn't fear the automatic doors of the shop opening when you step on the mat, though. Just saying.

[OOC: Ears, Prat and Boobs Go Adventuring! Coming soon to a theatre near you. Rated Odeargod.]

"Hee! I think your bed got smaller!"

No, dingy broad, you just got drunk enough to fall out twice already.

[OOC: For the Ears, and ...sort of NWS. If you squint hard enough.]

Out and About
Support Services Meeting 1
Crap crap crap crap crap.
What? Wait. Where is the week of not talking to each other?
UM. SO. OKAY THEN.
In which Francine makes a little visit to the clinic
Cookie Delivery Service
Theirloveissoaaaaaaaaawkward
In which Katchoo can draw
Fire drill!
Support Services Meeting 2: CPR
In which a shirt is borrowed ( Read more... )

So. Um. What Would Tawny Madison Do? Well, after returning from a day like today, she'd freak out about it in private for a while, then make an emergency trip to Dinah's room for um. Supplies. Then she'd pull her tightest jeans and lowest-cut sweater out of the closet. The one she never wore because seriously Aunt Libby, what were you thinkingAnd ( Read more... )

[Preplayed with The Ears, miiiiiildly NWS.]

Candlelight, for those of you playing at home, actually is quite romantic when someone without the potential for facial hair removal lights said candles. So is food, when someone brings it to your door and it doesn't involve onions or raw fish.

Did Someone have a plan? Possssssibly ( Read more... )