Special Collections, Sunday Morning and Afternoon

[fh_refugees]

Morning came with soft pink twilight filtering in past the toadstools, and a light drizzle of rain that might not be entirely well-received. The camp at the foot of the giant toadstools had been left undisturbed that night, reasonably warm and quiet, as if Special Collections was trying to make up for weeks of sleeplessness on the Fandomites' end

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Base Camp: Special Collections Daycare

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine hadn't planned to be doing this. She'd planned to spend the day sniffling and being clingy in a sleeping bag, as you do when your best friends in the world seem to be dead. With maybe a side order of wandering around sniffling and clinging to the few left alive.

She got as far as wandering around sniffling and looking for a bathroom. After (thankfully) finding one, she'd started to sniffle her way back to Katchoo... when she heard the sounds of the only thing that might stop her from sniffling: a sniffling child.

Under the shade of a very tall toadstool, next to a shelf full of narrow, but colorful books, sat a little blonde girl in a pinafore, clutching a ridiculously snowy white lamb.

Wiping her own eyes, Francine crouched down beside her. "What's wrong, honey? Are you lost?" she asked, thinking the girl must belong to some townie or alum Francine had never met.

"Nooo. They won't let me..." Sniff! "T-take my lamb to schoooooooool!"

"That's kind of silly considering how many people around here randomly turn into ani