Room 505, Tuesday Evening

[thatsamilkshake]

So hey, you know what's fun? An unplanned week or so of vacation with blood magic, plague and creepy crazy sorcerers, yay! And also no showers. And no phone reception, though that didn't stop Francine from running the battery down by trying

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[thismaskiwear]

Oh, look, Katchoo had gotten up today, and aired out the room and even showered and everything -- thanks for that secondhand guilt, Dinah. No, really. Francine would probably appreciate the room not resembling a speakeasy after a drunken brawl.

That didn't mean her head didn't whip around toward the door the second she heard the latch.

"Francie?"

Look out, Francine, incoming tiny blonde issuey tacklehug!

[thatsamilkshake]

Look out, Katchoo, wobbly almost as issuey brunette who looks like shit and may very well fall over when tacklehugged! Not that she'd be letting go anyway.

"Chewie..." That might or might not have been coherent.

[thismaskiwear]

That was okay, because Katchoo wasn't going to let go anyway, and she was damned stubborn about not letting Francine fall over except maybe they might be doing that now, oops.

"Francie, where the hell have you been?" How much of that was actually discernible was anyone's guess; Katchoo's face tended to be obstructed in some way when there was Francine-hugging going on. "You look like hell -- what the hell happened?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"We, um. Went riding." There was a laugh that wasn't quite a hiccup. "And then ended up in another world and caught the plague. You know, like you do."