Room 505: Tuesday -- no, make that Wednesday - after Radio

[thatsamilkshake]

You know, four hours after radio? Long enough for the CD to replay three times before she turned it off, the candles to burn down, the chicken to get cold, the phone to be picked up and then put down about five times because it was supposed to be a surprise, and the girl to fall asleep on top of the covers with the back of her dress still unfastened.



As you do.



[OOC: For the roomie. BFF. Person. Other girl. SP? Ahahahaha.]

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[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Do you know what a bitch it is to make it back to the dorms at 2:mumblerassafrassinsomethin' in the morning when it feels like 3/4 of your body is pins and needles from being stuffed into a tiny stupid hole in the rocky bits for hours? Well, that would be Exhibit A, slipping through the door to the room, shutting it behind her, and slumping against it with a tiny groan.

[thatsamilkshake]

And that would be Exhibit B (who did not in fact know what a bitch it was) murmuring "'course she's guilty.... chopped him up..." as she shifted in her sleep, but not quite waking.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that wasn't something you expected to hear every day, and in her current state of mind it got more of a reaction than any other nocturnal mumbling Francine might do. "What?"

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine sat straight up, blinking with her hair in her face. "Huh what I didn't do it!" And promptly banged her head against the wall, as you do. "...Ow."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Francie?" A bang and an ow meant Katchoo bolting across the room to check up on her, naturally. "Are you okay?"

[thatsamilkshake]

She should probably watch out for the card table with the plates and the unlit candles on it in the middle of the room, then.

Francine rubbed muzzily at the back of her head. "M'fine. What... sorry, I fell asleep. Time is it?"

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Oh, you mean the one that -- "OW!"

That one.

"It's gotta be at least three," Katchoo said, rubbing at her hip. "Is the island growing random furniture now?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"Mebbe. What?" So, so not awake yet. Wait. "THREE?" That did it. "What happened? Are you okay?"

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"There's a table . . ." One which Katchoo was groping around at now. "And food?"

She still figured the island had done it, and sighed. "There was fruitcake. Evil fruitcake."

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine fumbled for the bedside lamp.

"Oh, um, yeah. There's chicken. Probably need to microwave it now, sorry." Francine, as someone who had actually tasted decent fruitcake, may have scared the Fandom ones away today. Of maybe she was just too busy obsessing over making the room and the food ready that she didn't notice them. "You got attacked by fruitcake?"

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Katchoo grunted. "Never piss off a fruitcake, lemme tell you. Those little bastards chased me halfway across the island trying to get me to eat 'em."

Okay, the food and the table sounded less accidental. "Chicken? And . . ." A moment for further exploration, possibly aided by the lamp. "Oh, geez, Francie, you did this?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"Sorry. I should have called you and gone out to save you or something. I just wanted it to be a surprise, and now..." Her hair was a mess and the chicken was cold, and her dress was wrinkled and falling off her shoulder and.... ugh. FAIL. "Sorry."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Hey. Hey. She was going to have to fight Katchoo for the FAIL here.

Katchoo, who was maneuvering around the table successfully this time to drop onto the bed beside Francine and reach out to put an arm around her shoulders. "God. Francine, I didn't know -- stupid squirrels didn't say anything about this, just that you were cleaning the room."

[thatsamilkshake]

"It's not their fault." For once. Despite her broken-nose-and-gossip related issues with the varmints, she felt obliged to come to their defense. "They weren't supposed to. I bribed them with nut-clusters."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Getting a good look at the candles, and the table, and Francine's dress, oh god, this was really not helping Katchoo feel any less like she ought to be carrying the giant FAIL sign around.

"You did all this for us. And I didn't come home."

. . . and yet, there was the odd, so nebulous it was nearly imperceptible sense that this could have been a lot worse somehow.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine's sense of that was utterly perceptible and completely insane, consisting as it did of closing her eyes for a moment and finding a wash of sounds and images waiting there from the dream she'd never finished. /And she got away with it! Can you believe that?/ The jury ruled her not guilty./ Never underestimate the power of a great rack. That's a little lesson I learned from our rich friend Casey.../

Francine put her hand to the back of her head where she'd bumped it, wincing and blinking hard.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

. . . oh, Molly Lane. Not that Katchoo actually knew about any of this, but congratulations, Francine, you were right about your brother's ex. She really was weird.

"Francie?" Katchoo peered around to look at the back of her head. "I'm sorry, sweetheart."

[thatsamilkshake]

She opened her eyes. "No, it's okay." It sort of wasn't and sort of was, but none of that could be blamed on Katchoo. "It's not your fault. I'm just kind of off 'cause I was having a weird dream when you came in."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Totally the wrong time for this, but Katchoo reached to take hold of the zipper pull on Francine's dress and zip it up. "And falling asleep in this, waiting up for me."

[thatsamilkshake]

"It's surprisingly comfy." Though Katchoo's hand made the skin on her back shiver for more reasons than one. "Your hands are cold, though." Francine reached for them when Katchoo had let go of her zipper.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Funny thing about being stuck in a cave for a few hours in the middle of the night, that." Looking at their hands was fascinating, and if it wasn't past 3 AM Katchoo could have spun off an entire mental soliloquy about the visual contrasts and the symbolism and something metaphorical about warmth and coming in from the cold, and managed to quote a bit of their damn high school play again on top of it all.

Her brain just wasn't in the mood to cooperate with a flight of fancy like that, though, and she ran her thumb over Francine's knuckles.

[thatsamilkshake]

"I can warm up the chicken..." She made no move to do so, though, or to dis-entwine her fingers from Katchoo's.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Kinda lost my appetite hours ago." Katchoo wasn't any more inclined to make that kind of move; on the other hand, scooting closer was looking like a thing that was happening.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine kinda had too, but some of that might be attributable to the frosted snowman cookies she'd been nibbling her way through while she waited. At least after the first hour. "It'll still be good tomorrow," Francine said, pulling one hand free, but only to wrap around Katchoo's waist. "Or later today, I guess."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"But not the same. Unless there's more candles. Think I should bother trying to get a nap before work?" Katchoo asked -- yep, definite scooting closer. Tiredly, smothering a yawn, but definite scooting. "Or just say screw it and sleep . . ."