Text messaging hoooooo!

[thatsamilkshake]

From: Francine's cell
To: Most of the people she knows well enough to talk to

Who wants cookies from my mom? Hovering and driving me nuts, brother not home yet, longer the list I can give her, longer she'll go away and bake again.


[RP withdraaaaawal. Blisters from Disneyland. If you think you got it, you did. Which totally includes little siblings and cabinmates.]

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[bitchprince]

Why, hello, message from the last person on Earth Arthur wanted to talk to. Arthur stared at his phone for a while.

Cookies will be fine, is what he settled on.

[thatsamilkshake]

***Hi, Arthur!***

Was it possible for 10 tiny characters to convey the level of THANK YOU FOR NOT BEING MY MOTHER attached to them? If it was, they did.

***My mother thanks you for your regards.***

No, no she didn't. She babbled things about princes in tones only the dog could hear and was he the one on the right or the one on the left. oh, pity about the ears then, and did Francine really meet Griffin Silver too?

[bitchprince]

I'm glad they were well-received.

Arthur was probably lucky text messages didn't really communicate 'withdrawn'.

[thatsamilkshake]

Noooot really, because if they did, she'd probably stop being relentlessly fake-cheerful at him.

***Any cookie preferences? Please say lots. Everything she shoves into a tin is something she doesn't try to shove down my throat.***

...Not necessarily completely successful fake-cheerful. Just relentless.

[bitchprince]

There was another one of those pauses as Arthur considered his phone. Then...

Tell her to go brush her hair and mind her stove, he advised, authoritatively, A nation needs to be fed.

[thatsamilkshake]

***....Brush her hair?***

[bitchprince]

It's a thing that oh nevermind ask her for many.

[vanillajello]

What kind of cookies? Kate texted back between bouts of reading.

[thatsamilkshake]

***So far peanut butter, chocolate chip, snickerdoodles, oatmeal and macadamia sugar. Think she's going for thumbprints next.***

[vanillajello]

Okay, I especially want the chocolate chip ones, but anything is fine. Yay cookies!

Hey, Moosh wasn't around to bake for her. She was going to take advantage of any and all offer of baked goods.

[thatsamilkshake]

***Every chip you eat saves me from having to!***

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

ME ME ME!

How's Houston?

Dinah was wandering through town in between classes and considering whether to go bug more people. Bugging Francine via text was good.

[thatsamilkshake]

***Hot. And Benjamin's idea of coming straight home is to stop off for 3 days with one of his college buds first. So no bro yet.***

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Bummer. Why the trip? Did your Mom say yet?

Dinah paused to take a photo of some of the flamingos and ducks.

And one part of her brain was going: your boyfriend was cuddling Arthur on Monday. I think. Maybe.

When do you come back?

[thatsamilkshake]

***No. She's waiting for Ben. Back for classes next week, so probably Saturday or Sunday?***

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Cool. Did Katina call you? She left, and there was a note on her bed.

Dinah took a photo of a teal deer in the distance, where someone was probably emo'ing, or about to.

[thatsamilkshake]

***Yeah. Well, she sent me a text.*** Just one more thing to worry wonder about, since where did Katchoo have to be going all of a sudden, when she hadn't even left the island in a year? But she'd see her when she got back, and could ask then.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Just said 'back later.' Dinah really wondered about that, but if Katina's home life was involved, figured there was no chance she'd ever know. Cheerful Bouncy Haven isn't the same without you!

[thatsamilkshake]

***Isn't that supposed to be Cheerful Bouncy Hell?***

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Not for me! Although that did give Dinah an idea. Hey, what's a good color for T-Shirts? Pink? Green?

[thatsamilkshake]

***Pink! Or green. Or yellow. Or purple is nice. For what?***

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Gifts for when you and Katina are back. And for the rest of the cabin. But the most fun part would be the look on Katina's face.

Yellow! I think. Maybe assorted. Candy colors!

[thatsamilkshake]

***Ooh, rainbow t-shirts! Pretty!*** Yes, she was lying on a bed with a stuffed unicorn on the pillow.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Something to look forward to. Since the trip back was making Francine crazy.

Cookies! Tell your mom thanks!

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

From: Worf
To: Francine's Cell

I don't know who you are or how you got my communication prefix but I have no desire for any cookies.

Thank you.

Sincerely,

Worf

[thatsamilkshake]

***Hi, Worf. I'm Francine. You hit me with a dodgeball once. You sure? They're good cookies.***

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

***What sorte of biscuits?**

Look! Capitalization!

[thatsamilkshake]

***Pretty much all of them. Hi!***

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

***:) HOw arre you?***

[thatsamilkshake]

***Full of snickerdoodles. I had to eat the test batch. Twitchy. Bored. Dad's on some trip, brother's not home yet, Mom's hovering but not talking.***

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

***had to?***

There was a raised eyebrow in there, she just couldn't see it.

[thatsamilkshake]

***You weren't here to defend me! (Had to yes. You ever try to turn down food from *your* mother?)***

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

She had him there.

***I suppose. whats it like theree?***

[thatsamilkshake]

***Stifling.***

A moment later:

***It's hot out, I mean.***

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

***AND youre baking????***

[thatsamilkshake]

***My mom's baking. I'm staying out of the kitchen as much as I can. Also air conditioning. But it's still hot."

Mostly because she had her bedroom window open; hot or not, it gave her some air that hadn't been circulating around this house all day.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Eeeesh.

He needed to ask before he lost his nerve...

***when arre you back??***

[thatsamilkshake]

***Mom said I'd be back for classes next week, so probably Saturday or Sunday."***

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

***meet you at the causway???***

[thatsamilkshake]

***Okay! I'll let you know when I get in to the airport again.***

[glacial_queen]

***Mdddde pjjjjjkjjkjldeaqse***

Someone was even newer at this than Merlin. Fortunately, getting aggravated and button-mashing actually helped a bit. Finding the button to delete things was still on the "To Do" list.

[thatsamilkshake]

***Was that a yes?***

Look at the not mocking!

[glacial_queen]

Francine is a saint.

**Wwyers i wnuld klike romd bco6okies pklea7e. How dn i derarse mirtakrs***

Karla glared at her cellphone, giving serious thought to stomping on it a few times. And why did it not allow for punctuation?

[thatsamilkshake]

The saaaad thing is after years of deciphering my coworker's handwriting I can totally translate that.

Francine stared at that for a while and while she got the cookies part, she had a hard time figuring out what "de-arse" was. She did date an Irish English boy, though, so she took a wild guess and decided it meant "fix stuff."

***Cookies for you then! Do you have a button marked Back?***

[glacial_queen]

I weep for you and your coworker. But mostly you.


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You could see her improving, save for when impatience and the lack of the ability to erase mistakes started to frustrate her.

[17andinfected.livejournal.com]

Shilo's watch beeped while she was reading in her alcove, startling her out of her almost-asleep reverie. "Message from Francine," the computerized voice stated, and then read the text aloud. With a grin, Shilo said, "Dictate. Hi Francine! I hope home isn't too boring. If she bakes half as well as you do, I'd be happy for some. Whatever she's making is fine by me. Take care, and I can't wait to see you again."

She double-checked that the dictate feature hadn't screwed anything up, since it occasionally acted strangely after her weekend as a cat and dumping a glass of water on it to shut it up. When she was happy with it, she hit send.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine considered Shilo's size, then described same to her mother by use of a box of spaghetti.

***Mom says you get three tins. Don't argue or she'll just come back with me to feed them to you personally and no one wants that.***

[17andinfected.livejournal.com]

Shilo's reply was, Tell her I'll enjoy every bite! And thank you!

She didn't know why she was getting three tins. Maybe Francine's mom was a caterer and was just used to large batches!