Room 511: Wednesday Afternoon
Francine might no longer possess a book about flowers, but she still had a computer, a tiring week behind her, and a somewhat pouty pathological dislike of Feeling Stupid.
So she was currently trying to decide which to google first: three dollar bill or "Sex: how do we stop failing flailing?"
...Eventually she would also get around to military support services, yes.
Since it was kind of warm, the door was cracked open a bit, as was the window. A computer screen, after all, she could hide a lot more successfully than a book.
Yes, she really thought that was true. Feel free to pat her on the head as you walk down the hall. You'll hear her humming, since That Song is still stuck in her head.
[OOC: expecting The Twitter, but open!]
So she was currently trying to decide which to google first: three dollar bill or "Sex: how do we stop failing flailing?"
...Eventually she would also get around to military support services, yes.
Since it was kind of warm, the door was cracked open a bit, as was the window. A computer screen, after all, she could hide a lot more successfully than a book.
Yes, she really thought that was true. Feel free to pat her on the head as you walk down the hall. You'll hear her humming, since That Song is still stuck in her head.
[OOC: expecting The Twitter, but open!]