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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//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.