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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[bitchprince]

"The rest, I believe, is still in Francine's room," Arthur said, kindly.

Mostly because he couldn't take any more knock-knock jokes or Merlin being an idiot about them. This was why he was heading for the door.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

A pet-net. Geez. Well, this room was going to end up being some kind of study in contrasts or something; some specialist in some boring field somewhere might have a field day with it.

That thought was somehow less important than . . .

"Oh good god, there's more?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"Another suitcase, some books, my computer, the blankets and a couple more boxes of sweaters," Francine confirmed. Katchoo had met her family; the sweater issue should not be a surprise.