Room 505, Tuesday, Minutes before Second Period
It had been several hours since she'd left Francine that voicemail about being on her way home, but Katchoo hadn't been counting on getting stuck in portal transit for several hours. As luck would have it, she made it back to Fandom and back to her room . . . oh, just in time to make it down to Mythbusting if she dumped her bag on the floor and hurried.
Which she wasn't really feeling much like doing at the moment, go figure. She rifled through the pile of clothes on her bed to find a clean-ish, if ripped all to hell, pair of jeans, a t-shirt, underwear, yadda yadda, then headed for the bathroom. She'd be late to class, or whatever, but the longer she went without washing off the travel grime the worse her mood was going to be.
And she was going to be in enough trouble with Francine for taking off as it was.
[OOC: Estaaaaaaaaaaablishy.]
Which she wasn't really feeling much like doing at the moment, go figure. She rifled through the pile of clothes on her bed to find a clean-ish, if ripped all to hell, pair of jeans, a t-shirt, underwear, yadda yadda, then headed for the bathroom. She'd be late to class, or whatever, but the longer she went without washing off the travel grime the worse her mood was going to be.
And she was going to be in enough trouble with Francine for taking off as it was.
[OOC: Estaaaaaaaaaaablishy.]