Francine Peters (
thatsamilkshake) wrote2010-05-06 09:32 pm
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Room 505, Thursday Night
So it turns out that punching a tree? Kinda stupid. SAM. Which was why the girl with her chin buried in the fur of a hunting hound (that she was still allowed to call a puppy because...YOUR FACE) looked like she was flipping people the bird if they walked past the half-open door. It wasn't them; it was just the splint. ...Okay, it was also the mood. But still not them.
Brynne, unsurprisingly, was very good at cuddling; Owain...tried to be? But there was a reason the owl on the bed was currently cuddling with Francine's birthday present (whose name was apparently Agravaine, according to -- well, that thought wasn't depressing, was it) instead of Francine.
Look, she wasn't letting them spend the night in the stables tonight, shut up. Also, just... shut up.
[OOC: Open but emo. Last post before Francie heads off for the backpacking trip, but probably not the last post in Fandom.]
Brynne, unsurprisingly, was very good at cuddling; Owain...tried to be? But there was a reason the owl on the bed was currently cuddling with Francine's birthday present (whose name was apparently Agravaine, according to -- well, that thought wasn't depressing, was it) instead of Francine.
Look, she wasn't letting them spend the night in the stables tonight, shut up. Also, just... shut up.
[OOC: Open but emo. Last post before Francie heads off for the backpacking trip, but probably not the last post in Fandom.]
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Or like you got left behind, just like the dog and the owl and the horses some slightly more cynical part of her said, and she'd have punched it but she already had one splinted finger; she didn't need more.
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There had to be some sort of magic at work here considering how many places the phones in Fandom reached. If this island could do it, why not That Merlin?
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She tugged lightly on Brynne's ear, then smoothed down the fur. "I don't know, though. Brynne and Owain and the horses were supposed to go back to Camelot too. Who's going to take care of them if we leave for a whole term?"
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