Francine Peters (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
thatsamilkshake) wrote2011-02-09 02:34 pm
thatsamilkshake) wrote2011-02-09 02:34 pm
William G. Rupture University, St. Louis: Psychology 103
| Francine was reading over her homework as she wandered into the classroom, which made for a decent student but a bad pedestrian: oof - she'd walked right into someone's back. "Oh! Sorry sorry sorry!" | |
| "What the-- oh, Francine." The pissed-off tone changed rapidly when its owner realized exactly which soft things had smacked into his back. "Hey, how you doin'?" | |
| "Freddie? What're you doing here? You're not in Child Psychology." Though that gave Francine weird mental images of Freddie Femur trying to out-argue some hyper-genius 12-year-old lawyer in a courtroom...and losing. | |
| "No, I was just, ah." He shrugged, then grinned a you got me, officer grin. "Following your hot T.A. Might'a got a little distracted." | |
| Color Francine really confused now. "Our hot T.A....Mark? Oh God, we brought it with us from Fandom. Everybody I know everywhere is g--" | |
| Luckily for Freddie's questionable manhood and unquestionable lack of tact, he never heard the end of that sentence. "That hot T.A., Peters." He pointed toward the lectern, then after a brief appreciative stare, looked back at Francine. "Sheesh, how could you not notice her for the first month of classes?" His gaze slid down from her face. Oh yeah. "Right, never mind, you're a girl. You wouldn't get it." | |
| Oh, Francine got it. Now that she'd looked. The girl didn't exactly scream hard to get. "I didn't notice her because I've never seen her before." | |
| The glasses might have said librarian, but the leather skirt, low-cut black sweater, and hair down to her butt said sexy librarian. "Hi, kids; I'm Rachel Hampton. Mark had to head home due to some unfortunate medical issues, so I'll be your teaching assistant for the rest of the semester. Professor Walsh is going to be about fifteen minutes late due to a meeting, so go ahead and leave your assignments with me, and have yourself a study-break until he gets here." | |
| Francine pushed gently past a gooey-eyed Freddie with a shake of her head, dropped her paper on the desk, then headed back to find herself a seat. Mark had been more her kind of eye candy, but at least this meant she had some free time today to catch up on some of the messages she'd missed while they were in Camelot. Starting with a reply that just said //OMG, girl!!!! Those PICTURES!// |
[OOC: Open for texts and....really quiet calls?]
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Helena sent them to you 2? ZOMG.
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Monday! I'm undercover. Runway competition. Trying to find who cut ropes, etc.
I posed with a crocodile!
That was the high point so far.
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Francine was giving the benefit of the doubt there and assuming that Dinah did not want to be killed dead and therefore would have told Francine already if a crocodile had bitten her.
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Dinah would've been much less okay with Oscar if they'd fed him a bunny. Or a P.A.
So far. Ginevra kept squeaking around him. Oy.
Dinah stopped to snap a picture of Ginevra, and then the Go Kart she was six people back from getting to drive.
WHEEE!
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//Why do they want you to take pictures with a go-kart?//
Note that she didn't ask that about the crocodile. Oh, Fandom.
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Wind in our hair, action shots, yadda. Actual runway stuff is tomorrow. So far, just a lot of mostly nice girls having much fun.
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Oh please, she wouldn't be Francine if there wasn't a followup text.
//Careful on go-kart TOO.//
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Dinah stopped, then frowned. Wha s;dlkf/
The go-kart carrying Lena wasn't stopping. It was accelerating, way faster than a Go-Kart should go. And heading for the ornamental fountain, Lena screaming at the top of her lungs.
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Way to play the texting in class cool, Francine, with the fumbling the phone, then stabbing buttons like a maniac.
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ee11! from accidentally hitting the buttons.
Then sending one of the barriers shifting into the way of the Go-Kart with telekinesis, and yanking hard on the Go-Kart to hold it in place--
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Because that was...somehow a threat.
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Dinah looked around the crowd, trying to see someone acting... suspiciously? Somehow?
Oh, hello, person with remote. She started to make her way around the crowd, and pulled out her buzzing phone to hide her sneaking around:
Bad guy remote-controlled Go-Kart! TK'd it into barrier. Model OK. IN PURSUIT
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"You okay there, sweetheart?"
Oh great, Sexy Librarian Girl had noticed her, and was peering over the top of her glasses with a half-smile of something Francine guessed was concern.
"Um, yes! Sorry. My water just went down the wrong pipe." The water in the bottle she was just now pulling out of her bag, yes.
A nod, and the gaze shifted; the tiny little smile remained.
//OMG <3attack! BE CAREFUL!//
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And then a bunch of set guy started moving the potted palms by on a pallet, and she had to stop, and wait, nodding to them, nothing to see here, nope....
ARGH GETTING AWAY ARGH
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Francine Peters: backseat powers-user.
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The craft table in question skidded and fell over into the path of the suspected saboteur as soon as Dinah had a clear line of sight.
...and the saboteur dropped the remote, tumbling into a group of bystanders-- then shoving through them.
NOOOOOOO!
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//????
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Maid of Fail. Me. S/He got away.
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Priorities: she haz them.
//*HUG* You'll get 'em next time!//
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Very unhappy Viking. *yells like me*
*HUG BACK* Aww, thanks. At least no 1 hurt? Crimefighting harder in heels. Must practice.
... sorry I freaked you during class?
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Somewhere, Xander frowned and checked his bank balance for a royalty deposit.
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Somewhere, Parker had a moment of intense deja vu she couldn't blame on anything at all.
Meanwhile, Dinah kicked said heels off, and wandered back to where the models were being shepherded elsewhere, since the Go-Kart was a complete wreck.
Next time I'll be ready! What else New W/ U?
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Either was Very Bad. She was going to have to cross examine someone about that.
Someone else. Francine was getting it right now.
U OK?????
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See how that works, DINAH? You let people know that right away.
//Big creep almost burned Gaius though.//
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YAY GOOD. No burning, damnit. Dinah may have had issues with that.
Merlin's nice boss? *Why?*
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Because Merlin's kind of an idiot sometimes.//Paid for finding witches. Accused Merlin and faked evidence. Gaius confessed instead to save M.//
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Yes, beyond words, but not beyond buttons. Everything turn out okay? How?
I am not visiting there until Arthur's stupid father is dead.
Yeah, never show that to Arthur. Even if he'd vehemently agree.
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//Since we couldn't prove he planted the evidence, we may have, um. Planted some of our own.//
Like a TOAD. In his THROAT. MERLIN.
//And then he freaked out, held a sword to Morgana's throat then fell out a window.// As you do.
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For Camelot is a silly place.Law & Order:SUV would be proud of you guys.
EEP! Morgana kicked him out a window?
Hey, logical conclusion, there.
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Back home being stalked by Clueless Girl down the hall now?
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And you and Katchoo are still yay?
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Hoshit, Terry might hear you, Shut up, Francine!no subject
Dinah bounced, almost consoled a bit about losing a saboteur. Almost.
Visit here soon? Promise no kidnappings!
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Pfft. Like she wouldn't end up telling him herself. Eventually. From far enough away that she couldn't hear him roll his eyes.
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Dinah might actually keep this one... although she'd still lie badly about it when inevitably confronted.
Just let me know when you're sick of that stupid Arch.