thatsamilkshake: (making the bed)
Francine Peters ([personal profile] thatsamilkshake) wrote2009-01-03 10:01 pm

Room 511, Saturday Evening

If Francine had made it back to the island in time for the Welcome Picnic, anybody who didn't know her might well have mistaken her for one of the new students, considering the number of boxes and bags she was laden down with.

But no, she'd been here more than a semester now, and the packages were just the debris of a Peters family Christmas, divided about half and half between wearable and edible. Her flight got in late enough that by the time she hit her room and offloaded at least enough packages to start pulling off three layers of mom-knitted outerwear, Francine was way too...... flooooooooph to consider heading down to what was left of the picnic.

It was a happy kind of flooooooph, though, as she set about trying to sort things into Hang Up, Give Out, Eat, or Drop Off At The Thrift Shop And Tell Grandma It Burned In Freak Closet-Fire.

The door was propped open with a couple of neatly-wrapped boxes as she moved around the room, humming cheerfully.

[OOC: Open to oldbies, newbies, roomies, and pretty much anything that ends in ies except mummies because NO.]

[identity profile] notyourpawn.livejournal.com 2009-01-04 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
When Alice returned to the room, she was relieved to see her roommate once more.

"You're back," she said, quite unnecessarily. "Welcome back. I was hoping you hadn't been delayed in some manner."

[identity profile] notyourpawn.livejournal.com 2009-01-05 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Are any of those the same?" she asked with a laugh. "Knitted plates with cookies on them, that you are giving as gifts? I suppose that's still better than knitted cookies. How was your Christmas?"