Ordinarily Katchoo was . . . let's just say really not favorably inclined toward unexpected visitors, but she couldn't say no to the question when she and Francine had gotten the call from Tara; she had a bit of a soft spot toward the kid, and besides that could relate well enough to what she was going through. (Also a factor for consideration: ( Read more... )

Katchoo had, by some twist of fate or sick joke on the part of the universe, managed to completely miss seeing Francine at all since she'd woken up this morning, and wasn't even aware Francine was at the reunion; she hadn't exactly gone out of her way to ask. She left her current phone number with Francine's mother whenever she moved or changed ( Read more... )

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Katchoo was never going to know who in the pantheon of your choice they'd managed to piss off and please at the same time, but whatever mishap had landed them in Camelot for several weeks had also managed to get them to St. Louis a week before classes started ( Read more... )

Everything that needed to be packed was packed, everything that needed to be shipped out had been, and pulling that off had been some kind of giant frikkin' miracle but the point was, it was done, just a few straggling bags and a few dozen errant dustbunnies and bits of debris left behind. (And probably a disgusting amount of nicotine residue in ( Read more... )

It was not a morning in which waking up, much less getting out of bed, held any appeal whatsoever for Katchoo. Neither was about to happen at the moment, not when staying curled up with Francine was an option ( Read more... )

Another day of work down, another day closer to graduation, and would that she knew better it wasn't as if there was anyone coming to see her graduate; anyone who might make that list, who wasn't already here, was dead ( Read more... )

If you were shocked, scandalized, perplexed, or any form of thrown off whatsoever by seeing that name on an email header in your inbox, Katchoo wouldn't blame you at all. She wouldn't tell you she didn't blame you, either, but for the same reasons that would contribute to your thrown-off-ness ( Read more... )

So one minute there'd been an attempt at actually, finally sucking it up, saying 'the hell with it,' and kissing Francine until she couldn't breathe as a prelude to other things that . . . would have a definite impact on breathing ( Read more... )

Look, it had been years since Katchoo had lived in Chicago. You'd think she'd be getting acclimated to Fandom weather by now, but Houston to Los Angeles to Hana, Hawaii left enough of an impression that the necessity of staying indoors in winter still chafed ( Read more... )