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Francine Peters ([personal profile] thatsamilkshake) wrote2009-09-01 10:09 pm

Room 505, Tuesday Evening

So hey, you know what's fun? An unplanned week or so of vacation with blood magic, plague and creepy crazy sorcerers, yay! And also no showers. And no phone reception, though that didn't stop Francine from running the battery down by trying.

Oh, no, wait, fun was something else. Which would be why when the group finally made it back from Firekeeper's world to the preserve, and from there to the dorms, Francine had just barely enough energy to shuffle down the hall to her room -- and just enough thought-moths caught in the cobwebs in her head that she waited a moment, leaning on the doorknob, before she went in.

[OOC: For That Girl. No, not you, Marlo Thomas.]

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2009-09-02 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, look, Katchoo had gotten up today, and aired out the room and even showered and everything -- thanks for that secondhand guilt, Dinah. No, really. Francine would probably appreciate the room not resembling a speakeasy after a drunken brawl.

That didn't mean her head didn't whip around toward the door the second she heard the latch.

"Francie?"

Look out, Francine, incoming tiny blonde issuey tacklehug!

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2009-09-02 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
That was okay, because Katchoo wasn't going to let go anyway, and she was damned stubborn about not letting Francine fall over except maybe they might be doing that now, oops.

"Francie, where the hell have you been?" How much of that was actually discernible was anyone's guess; Katchoo's face tended to be obstructed in some way when there was Francine-hugging going on. "You look like hell -- what the hell happened?"

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2009-09-02 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Stupid frikkin' island," Katchoo said for the millionth time in the past few days, with an extra edge of frustration that stemmed from the fact that you couldn't yell at or strangle an island. "Plague, Jesus, Francie!"

And now there'd be a tiny blonde trying to drag Francine toward her bed, completely unmindful of concerns such as possible contagion. "Sweetheart, no wonder you look like shit. We gotta get you to bed."

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2009-09-02 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
That, weirdly, made Katchoo feel better for once instead of giving her that fun twisty-knife-in-the-gut feeling. Because dammit, it had been days without Francine and the unintentional innuendo, and she'd just about been at the point where she thought she might never hear it again.

"Anything you need, honey," she promised. "Sit down for a minute and I'll get your stuff together."

Dammit, this would involve letting go. She could do that for a minute, right? Right?

Wait for it. Wait for it.

. . .

No, really, Chewie, you could let go now.

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2009-09-02 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
"That's where you went?" Katchoo was already over at Francine's dresser, looking for pajamas (her favorite ones of Francine's). "Hell, that explains the out of service area messages I kept getting."

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2009-09-02 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
"And you all ran into each other," Katchoo guessed; she came back over with a towel slung over her shoulder and one arm loaded down with clothes and bath paraphernalia, and held a hand out to Francine. It seemed like bad things happened when four people ran into each other in the Preserve. "I didn't think you'd take off without letting me know. I'm just glad you're okay."

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2009-09-02 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
Katchoo was going to wrap her fingers around Franchine's hand just to feel something after days of staring at the empty space across the room, and help her up.

"Beat up? Geez, Francie, why do I get the feeling this wasn't just a random stroll through the trees until the plague hit?"

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2009-09-02 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
Katchoo would have facepalmed if she didn't have her hands full, thereby ensuring that facepalming would result in either awkward wrenching of joints or a concussion, or maybe even both. Any of those possibilities would be inconvenient and not at all conducive to the process of getting to the bathroom.

"Plant-monsters? Geez, Francie!" And now she'd just be checking Francine over for . . . plant-y bite marks.

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2009-09-02 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)
To hell with the armload of clothes, there was going to be clinging now. "Tell me that was as dangerous as it got, Francie." Katchoo could already see this was a futile line of . . . sort of questioning.

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2009-09-02 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Somewhere in the middle of the mental facepalming, she realized she was going to owe Arthur and Merlin one, now. And Firekeeper too, probably.

"I'm just glad you're okay," Katchoo said, holding the door open for her.

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2009-09-02 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Katchoo had to laugh. She had to, as she headed toward one of the shower stalls. "Gee, you don't say. Tell me about it later, after you clean up?"

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2009-09-02 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"In more varieties than should be strictly decent, even." Katchoo handed the bottle over. Oh, god, not looking, except for how she was because after several days of freaking out she had to be sure.

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2009-09-02 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"And I just aired out the room, too." If she got a bar of soap at her head for that, she deserved it. "Neither ick nor goo would keep me from hugging you, though."