Room 511, Saturday Afternoon

[thatsamilkshake]

After yesterday, Francine was feeling pretty good about the first aid idea, a bit more like the whole support group plan -- or rather, her being involved in the whole support group plan -- wasn't so crazy after all.

So today she was sitting at her desk with a bowl of cherry tomatoes -- what? They're a fruit! -- and her notebook, looking over the list of things she'd put together from Arthur and from yesterday, occasionally adding a note like "bring gatorade, not just water: electrolytes!"

[OOC: Expecting the... uh. Cheekbones! But open. As is the door.]

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[thatsamilkshake]

"I only have TeeVee class, and that's in the morning." Francine nodded. "And it'd make sense to have ours after theirs, anyhow. That way if they come up with anything they need from us..."

[nevertobequeen.livejournal.com]

"They can come and tell us then," Morgana finished. "Goodness knows they'll probably show up anyway to make sure we're doing the whole reserve business correctly."

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine smiled. "Well, if they want to, they can. I'm not turning anybody away who wants to help. We'll just put 'em to work sorting cartoon character bandages and see how long they feel like sticking around."

[nevertobequeen.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I like that plan," Morgana said happily. "I'm certain there will be plenty of things for them to do as time goes on. Better to have them with us keeping busy than out getting into trouble." It was wishful thinking, at least.