August 2011
Tara comes to visit (Tara, Katchoo)
September 2011
Asdkajdhsljkh DINAH (...Dinah)
October 2011
Homecoming 2011 (Katchoo, Arthur)
November 2011
Portalocity sucks (Merlin, Momoko, not Freddie)
Portalocity still sucks (Katchoo, Jack Priest, Jon O'Neill, Merlin, Jaina, Dinah, Tahiri, Arthur, Momoko)
The Nothing sucks worse (Claire, Katchoo ( Read more... )

"No, Mom, she didn't kick me out of the room." Dear God, there was not enough no in the universe for this call, at this hour of the night, with this much punch still wandering through Francine's system. "I just didn't want to keep her awake; it's late. No, of course it's not too late for you to call, especially on my birthday, I didn't mean that; ( Read more... )

Arthur's room had been empty, and Francine hadn't been especially surprised by that after getting through the entire crazy graduation ceremony more or less intact had left them hoping, then this morning had brought... this morning. Still, she was hoping the knock on the door to Merlin's would produce something besides silence. "They're not here ( Read more... )

Separation of beds? Check. Francine's bed was pushed back over to the window, and neatly made ( Read more... )

Right. Francine could do this. After a weekend of letting her mom in on what Fandom was really like (with a few spare moments for meeting other people's families), she was absolutely ready to bring up the other little tiny thing that might have escaped her mother's attention for the last year ( Read more... )

The end of the week is supposed to be relaxing, right? Especially after a week like Certain People had this week ( Read more... )

"Chewie? Call me back, okay? I need to--" Sniff. "--talk to you. Benjamin f--finally got in and Mom made this big dinner with pot roast and potatoes and--" Gulp. "--carrots and beets and did you meet any nice girls at your internship and whatever happened to that pretty Molly Lane you were dating in high school and d-did you know Francine met ( Read more... )

And again with the phone! At least this time, having made some peace with recent events, Francine was just lying on her bed reading when the screen lit up with her home telephone number, not trying to hide in and/or under it ( Read more... )

...Bleeert.... Bleeeeert....

"Hmmmhummm? Mom? What? It's four a.m." That was a little fuzzy even for a morning person like Francine. Fuzzy enough that "Okay, timezones, yeah," worked as an answer to her mother's reply; it would take more sleep and possibly coffee to remember it was an hour earlier in Houston. "What's wrong?"

( Cut for conversation, Comments for God Help Us All. )

She actually hadn't hid under the covers all day, if for no other reason than the fact that burgers lived in town. Eventually, though, Francine found herself back in her alcove, the curtain only half drawn. She wasn't seeking out company, but she wasn't turning it away, either.

What she wasn't expecting was for her cell-phone to ring, and the ( Read more... )