Room 511 to Room 505 and parts between

[thatsamilkshake]

For a relatively neat person (god help her in the room she was moving to) Francine Peters sure had brought/acquired/magnetically attracted a metric crapload of... well. Crap.

Which all needed to be carried down the 5th floor hallway before the picnic today.

At least there were no stairs involved?

[Primarily for EarsPratTinyBlondeWithIssues and the soon-to-be-ex-but-never-unbeloved roomie if so desired, and massive SP for four different time-zones yo - but if anyone else wants to pop in and help move, sure!]

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[thatsamilkshake]

...Not legal. Possibly if you were the prince you were above the law or something, but totally not legal. Francine wasn't even sure they were legal in Las Vegas.

"His stuffed animals were alive?" Look, she was a little distracted and also this was Fandom and it was entirely possible.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin didn't answer right away. Really, he was just lucky he hadn't dropped the suitcase on his feet. "Um. No. I don't think they were stuffed animals."

[bitchprince]

"They were live birds," Arthur called to them, stretching himself upright and rolling his shoulder once. "Though stuffed animals would have made as much sense."

[thatsamilkshake]

Spell mostly broken, Francine stared in the more normal fashion. "Why was he wrestling a bird?"