Room 511, Wednesday Night

[thatsamilkshake]

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single girl in possession of a clarinet she's supposed to be practicing faithfully whose case she hasn't opened in at least four weeks, must be in want of anything that might prove a suitable distraction from opening same. Luckily for our heroine, she was also in possession of a cd player, Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, and an empty ribbon-cola bottle that served as an excellent impromptu karaoke mic.

[OOC: Open post is open. Open door is...not as shut as Francine thinks it is.]