Room 505, Monday Night

[thatsamilkshake]

The homemade cookie stash not having been completely depleted by her newest little sibling, Francine was nibbling on one while sorting clothes from her suitcases into Wash Me, Didn't Wear, and Wore In Curacao But Washed It In New York. She'd had to occupy her time at the Muse somehow; might as well be the laundry room.

If one were to take that as an indication that both of her holiday trips had been heavy on the tanning and/or shopping and light on the successful completion of Other Things, one would not be wrong.

At least the beach was relaxing, she didn't get a sunburn and she'd bought a lot of postcards?

[OOC: Oooopen!]

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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Knock knock! Dinah had a scrapbook, a prezzie, and two pints of Ben & Jerry's. Hopefully Francine had time and space and possibly pillows to hide in. "Happy new year, 's me."

[thatsamilkshake]

"Dinah, hi!" Yeah, Francine had so not heard about Jak. She certainly had time, space, and pillows, though.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"How was your break?" Dinah asked, flopping down on the floor, and looking at the laundry. "Wow, I should do mine. Maybe find a newbie to frighten with washers and dryers." Like Edward had been frightened, his first week here. She put her stuff down, and held out the silver-foil wrapped present (Darkest Night DVD, Visitors in Heaven compilation, and Tori Amos and Griffin Silver CD's). "Mine kinda veered between 'yay' and 'sucky.'"

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine couldn't claim the sucky end of things; it wouldn't be right considering where she'd spent her vacation. 'Faily' might be more accurate, but that'd be on her own part.

"Er. Arthur sent Katchoo and me to Curacao for three days," she said almost apologetically as she accepted the gift.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Wow, awesome." Dinah blinked, then grinned, and opened up one of the pints of ice cream. "Where did you stay? That was so cool of him." Seriously, sometimes, Arthur just rocked.

[thatsamilkshake]

"The Renaissance Curacao -- it's this fancy Marriott resort hotel." Francine had packages to hand over too. "Because Arthur is some word that means crazy person in some language he doesn't speak so he doesn't tell me it's rude to say so again."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Seriously crazy, but in a good way. He liiiikes you, even if he calls you rude. Ooo!" Dinah ripped open the first package and laughed, hugging the bottle, saying, "I kinda needed this--" Then opened the second and grinned even wider. "It's like you know me. I love it, thank you!" Hmm, she could mix the ice cream and curacao together, maybe...

[life_inshadow]

Tara didn't often bother not-Kennedy people in their rooms, but she was on her way to the sixth floor anyhow and Francine's door was I assume open.

"Oh, hey," she said, leaning in just a little. "Hi. S-so this is where you live."

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine's door was totally open, yep!

"Hey!" Francine let the shirt she was folding (destined for the Already Washed It pile) drop on the bed and snatched up the container of cookies to carry over. "Yeah-huh. Katchoo and me."

[life_inshadow]

"It's nice," Tara said, then realized she sounded doofy. "I mean, it's like most of the rooms, but, uh ... nice. Did you have a good break?"

[thatsamilkshake]

Now Katchoo's question about rubbing it people's faces was coming back to haunt her. Because pretty much just saying it felt like that. "We, um. Went to the West Indies. It was gorgeous."

[life_inshadow]

"Seriously?" Tara's eyebrows were, like, about to meld with her hairline. "Wow. That's ... seriously? How did that happen?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"It was an insanely extravagant Christmas present from Arthur 'I have no idea what you mean by insanely extravagant' Pendragon."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

So if Katchoo had been a bit scarce since they'd left Curacao, it was mostly because she sucked at the whole explanations thing, and how the hell to explain how much of a frikkin' coward she'd been the entire time?

Instead, she'd gone and done what, apparently, Chewies did best: solitary, sullen brooding, most of it in the art studio up on the sixth floor, on the roof, or behind the dorms.

Which was not what she'd done tonight. No, tonight had involved going into town for a strawberry cheesecake that nearly met a horrible fate when she came through the door and almost got tripped up by Clocky. "Frikkin' wheeled demon!"

[thatsamilkshake]

"Nice to see you to---- Clocky!" Let's hope Katchoo was swift enough to grab the cheesecake on her own, because by the time Francine fumbled her way over, it would be carpetcake, if things were depending on her.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

There would be no floor cheesecake here, no; Katchoo managed to get a grip on it just in time.

"Sorry 'bout that, Francie." She aimed a kick at Clocky, who buzzed a raspberry at her and zipped off under her bed. "It's Monday. Monday called for cheesecake."

As opposed to, say, any other day of the week that called for the baked goods of your choice.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Oooh! I have cookies too. We could... make cheesecake sandwiches!"

Look, it beats a chicken leg and pat of butter sandwich.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

And it beat the hell out of a turkey leg and a stick of butter, too.

"Ew, Francie," Katchoo said, flopping down on her bed so as not to disturb Francine's clothes-sorting. Look, one of them had to do that sort of thing, and it sure as hell wasn't going to be her; all of her clothes had gone into the I'll Get Around To Washing These Eventually pile next to her desk.

. . . oh, maybe that was why Clocky was mad. She didn't speak fluent beep, so she couldn't be sure.

"Cookies and cheesecake are not meant to mix like that."

[thatsamilkshake]

Look, there were no bird parts involved, OKAY? That's the point.

"Of course they are. People make cookie crumb cheesecake crusts all the time!"

[longislandiceme]

Okay, so he felt a little weird doing this, he didn't know Francine too well after all. But she was Kate's big sibling, and Warren's big sibling, which made her... something, to him.

Which is why he was rapping on her door.

[thatsamilkshake]

Hey, at least it was a door at which he could be sure of being greeted with cookies, even if the owner wasn't expecting him. "Bobby! Hi. Chocolate chip?" Francine held out the container.

[longislandiceme]

Oooh, cookies. "Sure!" he said, picking one- okay, okay, a couple- out. "Thanks," he said, after a bite of aforementioned cookie, because srs bzns or not, he could still be polite. "I, um. Have to talk to you about something."

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine's eyebrows rose a bit, but she nodded and stepped aside. "Come on in. What is it?"

[longislandiceme]

Bobby stepped inside, making sure to shut the door behind him.

"So. What do you know about Warren?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Oh, way to ease gently into the topic there, Drake.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Worthington, my little brother?" she asked him, a little confused. There might be another Warren among the new kids - there was one before, after all.