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thatsamilkshake) wrote2010-03-16 11:16 am
thatsamilkshake) wrote2010-03-16 11:16 am
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Room 505, Tuesday after classes
Her classes for the week taken care of in one swell foop, Francine could have flopped back to bed for a nap, but that sort of thing led to a certain amount of staring at the ceiling in the kind of brood that Arthur had tried to poke her out of last week, and she couldn't exactly say he was wrong about distractions.
So she was sorting laundry while watching an early-season Bitterwoman marathon, and occasionally glancing at the chair where yesterday's purchases from DDD's were laid out (there were tags to clip off, still), wondering if she should try them on again now that she was back in her own room with the right shoes available and a door that locked.
Not that she'd locked it, or even shut it, at the moment.
[OOC: Up eeearly for an expected SP, but open is as open does!]
So she was sorting laundry while watching an early-season Bitterwoman marathon, and occasionally glancing at the chair where yesterday's purchases from DDD's were laid out (there were tags to clip off, still), wondering if she should try them on again now that she was back in her own room with the right shoes available and a door that locked.
Not that she'd locked it, or even shut it, at the moment.
[OOC: Up eeearly for an expected SP, but open is as open does!]
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