Francine Peters

Texting Merlin
Common Room (Ino, Helen, Robin, Alice, Warren)
Monomyths
Difficult Women
Magic Reserves
Church
Pizza with Katchoo
Support Services
Chocolate dunk tank (Alice, Dinah)

I Do Not Like Being Undead, Sam I Am
Zombieing at Katchoo
Thriller
Bothering the Zombie Voodie Priest
Re: Your Brains
Eeeeeeaaaaaaarrrrsssss!
Wakey wakey!
Showering FOREVER.

Child Development
Problems in school

Food Appreciation
Crazy Marshall is crazy.

Out and About
ZOMG bootleg this!
So not the sidekick.

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.]

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single girl in possession of a clarinet she's supposed to be practicing faithfully whose case she hasn't opened in at least four weeks, must be in want of anything that might prove a suitable distraction from opening same. Luckily for our heroine, she was also in possession of a cd player, Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, and an empty ribbon-cola bottle that served as an excellent impromptu karaoke mic.

[OOC: Open post is open. Open door is...not as shut as Francine thinks it is.]

Francine, put off an assignment until the day before class? Neverrrrr. She was only here to type up the letter home that she also hadn't been putting off. For three weeks now.

( Dear Mom and Dad... )

She'd done her assignment days and days and days ago. This was just.... a little extra research. For, um, Extra credit. Yeah.

Which is why, after having typed slash fic into Google, she was currently sputtering at the screen. "I... what? They.... WHAT? With Ratman??? .... Oh, my God."

[OOC: linkdroppy but open! There was always only one post here. *waves hands* *remembers is not a Jedi* *distracts with boobies*]