Room 505, Friday Evening

[thatsamilkshake]

As she'd told Arthur at mass this morning, there was 'food and stuff.' Food was not exactly a full Christmas dinner, but Francine had managed pot roast and veggies, more Christmas cookies than ought to be legal, not a piece of fruitcake in sight. Stuff...was eggnog. With a weetiny bit more rum in it than was strictly legal too.

The door to 505 was wide open, and the music was not Feliz Navidad, which is really all anyone cares about, right?

[OOC: Open like an open thing.]

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[thatsamilkshake]

Well, far be it for Francine not to grant her request.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Well, that's -- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!"

It was really hard to give a melodramatic monologue about being slain with a faceful of pillow, but at least the flailing arms were funny?