Francine Peters

Audience: Arthur, Katchoo and Dinah
Diplomas: Kate, Kennedy, Momoko, Robin, Triela
WTF, hairy hats? (Katchoo)
Catching up (Arthur)

Wow, a red-letter day for Francine: the first time since she'd left Fandom that she actually missed the ability to fume her way over to Caritas and order whatever the heck she wanted without getting carded.

Not that she'd ever done that while she was there and not thinking she was someone else -- she just missed the ability now. Peppermint hot chocolate just wasn't the same. Francine sighed and glanced out the window at the sidewalk; at least the drink was warm, unlike the cold, grumbling rain outside.

Oh God, someone was waving at her from the gym next door. Pigtails, leotard, bright, wide smile... Any other time, maybe, but the last thing Francine wanted to do right now was talk to someone who would bounce in her face.

Which was why she immediately grabbed her phone and held it to her ear as if she'd just received a Very Important Call. Don't make eye contact don't make eye contact don't make eye contact...

[Open for actual calls/texts, because scaring the frak out of Francie is fun. Francie, on the other hand, is not very fun at all right now. A vague disclaimer is nobody's friend. Also given the hour and my threat-level-violet headache, SP is the name of the game; pinging in late/tomorrow is fiiine.]

Since Francine had lucked out with no afternoon classes on Mondays, it was the perfect day to grab lunch to go at the dining hall, then take it back to the dorm to sprawl on the bed, dunk fries in ranch dressing, flip through the latest issue of Wendy the Werewolf Stalker: Season 8, and catch up on the world outside of eastern Missouri.

Via her phone, not a comic book about creating new universes by having airborne sex with ... seriously? Wow, this series had not only jumped the shark, it had done a belly-flop onto the shark's back and was now waterskiing behind it while performing opera in Chinese.

[Open for calls, texts, etc., and as always, Le Girl]

Rule number one to Life After Fandom: Don't think you're safe; Fandom follows you.

Rule number two: Don't get blasé; Fandom laughs at your attempts to predict it, then spits pudding in your eye.

Rule number three: Don't ever answer the door when you're half asleep, even if you hear humming in the hallway followed by a loud "OOPS!" and something thudding loudly against the wood. (This is actually a fairly useful rule if you haven't left Fandom yet, too.)

Should you forget not only one, but all three of these rules (even after being harshly reminded of the first one yesterday morning) you might find yourself muttering "The heck?" in a rather low voice, badly-wrapped in a rather short robe, and facing Margie McCoy badly-wrapped in an even shorter one and leaving nothing to the imagination as she bends down to pick up the bar of Irish Spring that just thudded off your door.

( Oh, sorry... )

Rule 6 is kind of a comfort, though: Whenever Fandom screws you over, you're never alone.

Which was why Francine was sending out text messages now:

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--CRAP! STILL! YOU TOO?--

[OOC: Open for texts, calls, and the Girl! ..ish.]

Community Gala (Katchoo)
Calling Merlin (Santa Cruz)
Texts from Ajhdgasjkdgh. (Merlin)
Back on the island: Welcome Picnic (Chuck, Denise, Jane, Maladicta)
Getting a job (Lacey)
Getting...uh... another job (Mister Gardner)
Cupcakes = TA. Uh...
E-mails with Karla
First day on the job! (Katchoo, Arthur)
Gym!
Twister is a Miltion-Bradley game. (Karla, Raven, Tara, Katchoo)
On the job! Life is mapley. (Katchoo)

By the pool with Dinah (Vegas)
Calling Firekeeper (Vancouver)
Shopping with Dinah & Katchoo (Vancouver)
Oh, as usual, dear. (San Francisco/Dinah)
EEEEEE! (Portalocity stop/Katchoo, Dinah)
Camelot Party Line: Merlin/Morgana/Arthur (Portalocity stop)
Dress Shopping for the Policeman's -- oh balls. (New Gotham)
Best kidnapping ever? Well, maybe. (New Gotham)
Yay, London! ...or not. (London Below)
Getting a...no. (London Below)
Sending a message. (London Below)
Finding a bag. (London Below)
More messages! (London Below)
Amazons! Bendy! (Greece)

Arthur's room had been empty, and Francine hadn't been especially surprised by that after getting through the entire crazy graduation ceremony more or less intact had left them hoping, then this morning had brought...this morning. Still, she was hoping the knock on the door to Merlin's would produce something besides silence. "They're not here either," she said, shifting the stack of covered dishes in her arms.

[OOC: Le room modded with permission, for the girl and then (eventually) the rest of the Clustre du Fucque. Warning for ... general Wrongness and some degree of NWS.]

Monomyth
Difficult Women (Max)
Birthday Party! (Katchoo, Karla, Merlin, Dinah, Tahiri, Firekeeper, Bobby, Tara, Arthur, Mat, Jack Priest, Momoko, Gabrielle, Kennedy,
Leaving for Kaeleer (Katchoo)
Morning in Kaeleer
Fyreborn Islands (Katchoo)
Harvest Festival
Walking with Katchoo
Uuuuuunicorns!
Church (Arthur, Kurt)
Katchoo is No Help!
That Club
Prom: Katchoo/Mat

Monomyth
Difficult Women
Magic Reserves (Merlin)
Church (Arthur)
That Club
Support Services
Dite's (Karla)

As she headed back to the dorms from town, Francine was more lost in her own thoughts than usual, between being back in Fandom after a week away, the conversation this morning, and the ... thing that didn't happen yesterday morning.

( So she paid no attention to... )

By the time Francine made it back to her room, the creep factor was fading a bit -- though she was still no clearer on what it meant -- but you better believe she was locking the door this time.

[OOC: Preplayed with and coded by the bonny blondecanary. Sneaky business is NFB, but post is open after Francine's return. Door's locked but knockable. Or openable with a key if you're Katchoo.]

Monomyths
Difficult Women
Clinic (Martha)
Voicemail to Merlin
Church
Lunch with Katchoo
Darkest Night premiere! (Tony, Firekeeper, Dinah)
Monomyths
Difficult Women
Magic Reserves
Church
That Club (Tony, Gabrielle, Merlin, Katchoo)
Support Services
Valentine's Dance (Merlin, Dinah, Katchoo)
Roses! (Katchoo, Kennedy, Karla, Dinah, Morgana, Merlin)
Difficult Women
Magic Reserves
Church...always goes well. (Castiel, Chuck, Arthur)
That Club

Difficult Women (Max, Arthur)
Monomyths
Church (Arthur)
Magic Reserve bake sale (Merlin)
Support Services (Claire, Arthur)
That Bookstore. You Know, That One. (Tara, Kennedy)
Askjdhslkfjhh DAMMIT. (Katchoo)
Monomyths (Ms. Perrault)
Difficult Women...and bunnies (Arthur)
Magic Reserve ... with bunnies (Merlin, Karla, Tara)
Church
Support Services ...with cookies. And a bunny. (Layla, Dinah)
Common room with roast... oh dear. (Jonas, Bobby, Roy, Mat, Tara)
Difficult Women
So this isn't awkward at all. (Mitchell)
IN WHICH A BUNNY MAKES ONLY A BRIEF APPEARANCE. (Katchoo)
Magic Reserves (Dinah, Merlin)
Church (Arthur)
Merlin's Birthday Party (Tara, Mat, Dinah, Merlin, Firekeeper)

Sort of the bathroom, anyway. That antechamber thing next to the bathroom that had a curtained entrance to the living area and a door into the bathroom and a lovely view of the water from a disturbingly large window and most importantly, bubbles. Lots and lots of bubbles.

And hot water for shopped-out feet. (Among other parts.)

Of course, there were only two shopped-out feet (among other parts) in the bubbles right now.

"Katchoo, what're you dooooing? You've been out there forever!" Or, you know, five minutes.
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[OOC: Up early for SP justice, for the roomie and any well-meaning medieval crazy people who might be making or receiving calls.]

Adventures in Lit (final)
DADA (final)
Magic Reserves (Karla)
Church
Ethics (final)
Support Services (Arthur, Merlin, Morgana, Dinah)

The first thing Francine did when she woke up, as she did every morning, was bounce out of bed... to kneel on the floor next to it and fold her hands. "Dear God, thank you for letting me wake up this morning, and please bless Momma and Benjamin and Daddy wherever he is, and all the little kitties and puppies in the world, and please make the evil whoring secretary find it in her heart to give Daddy back, and shine your light on my roommate so she'll change her unnatural ways and stop smoking and not go to Hell, or maybe like just the nice Hell where you send unbaptized babies and stuff, and help me to make this a better day for everyone. Amen!"

Then she bounced right back up, made her bed, put on the skirt, blouse and sweater she'd carefully laid out the night before, brushed her hair exactly a hundred strokes, kissed the picture of her family on her dresser, called home and left a verse and a chorus of I just called to say I love you! on her mom's answering machine, and headed off to the kitchen to make herself a perfectly balanced breakfast of eggs, bacon, pancakes, orange juice, milk, cereal, biscuits and gravy and love, like a perfectly innocent girl who'd never touched alcohol in her life, and certainly hadn't run naked and screaming through town last year. Or at least, thanks to a certain encounter with a drunken hypnotist in the park when she was thirteen, was very, very good at repressing all of the above.

[Estaaaablishy! Francine is... Francine, just dialed up to twelve, in Perfect Daughter mode. She's also the same Francine she was last SOW, so tasting alcohol will trigger a post-hypnotic suggestion that will turn her into someone else entirely.]

And then she went off into the world to do...um...good.

Father Ned is in J,GoB!
But not in church! Father Merlin is there!
He's also in Caritas! With sinners! ...And Arthur.
And then there were four! ...Uh. And then there were two!

Francine was technically still on Thanksgiving break, what with having no classes until Wednesday, so little things like 'clean clothes for the week' or even 'unpacking from the trip to New Gotham' were taking a backseat to sprawling on her bed and.... sprawling on her bed. That was pretty much it, really.

Not, for instance, missing Wee Baby Merlin, now in Karla's care, because that would be ridiculous. Just sprawling.

[OOC: Expecting the bffroomiepersonthing, but open for wanderers by too.]

Thoroughly showered and de-veggie-gutted, Francine, wet hair draped over her shoulder, was picking at way too much take-out from the diner and eying the tray of lemon squares like she might just skip dinner entirely and go straight to dessert.

Any resemblance to the picking she was doing at events of this week in general or last night in particular was purely coincidental. In some universe.

[OOC: For various members of the clustre du fucque.]

A certain bunny might have spent Sunday night in a top hat, but after reassurance that the sudden fascination with Raven's tonsils had worn off and been none of said bunny's doing in the first place, Francine felt a little too guilty, and maybe a little too clingy, for that. So. Francine had fallen asleep last night with a wee baby bunny onna pillow. As you do.

Within reach for easy cuddling because she was SOFT AND CUTE AND FLUFFY.

[OOC: For the bunny! Up super early for slow 'I have to teach tomorrow morning sajdghsjdgh' play.]

Adventures in Lit
DADA for Muggles (Dinah)
Magic Reserves (Karla, Merlin, Tara)
Ethics (Katchoo, 1, 2)
Church (Arthur)
Support Services (Karla)
Shopping for a Halloween Costume

Homecoming
Arrival (Merlin)
Food (Leto, Dinah)
Morgana
Dancefloor (Merlin, Katchoo, Ino)
Katchoo in the Shadows

Carnival
Pie (Arthur)

Brunch
Under the Trees (Hurley, Dinah)

The Tereille In Karla's Head
Briarwood is the pretty poison. (Aphrodite, Karla, Katchoo, Ender, Ben, Dinah, Max, Emma, Raven, disturbing as frak, not remotely pretty. FALSE ADVERTISING.)

In Which We Are...Uh...Supportive (Claire, Karla, Robin, Layla)
In Which Chuck Offers Advice...Sort Of (Chuck)

Fall Break
In Which There Is A Massage (Merlin)
In Which There Is Discussion Of Painting (Katchoo)
In Which There Is Geese (Merlin)
In Which There Is Bubbles And Boys (Katchoo, Merlin, Arthur)
In Which There Is Foosball (Arthur)
In Which There Is A Lunatic (Katchoo)
In Which There Is Hay (Merlin, Tara)
In Which There Is Bubbles But No Boys (Katchoo)
In Which There Is Geese...Again (Merlin)
In Which There Is Kissings And Fleeings (Katchoo)
In Which There Is Spazzings (Merlin and Arthur)

Aftermaaaaath
In Which There Is Something Resembling Truth (Katchoo)
In Which There Shouldn't Be Turkey (Lit)
In Which DADA Continues to Be Surreal (Merlin)
In Which Francine Does Not Demonstrate Magical Talents

So hey, you know what's fun? An unplanned week or so of vacation with blood magic, plague and creepy crazy sorcerers, yay! And also no showers. And no phone reception, though that didn't stop Francine from running the battery down by trying.

Oh, no, wait, fun was something else. Which would be why when the group finally made it back from Firekeeper's world to the preserve, and from there to the dorms, Francine had just barely enough energy to shuffle down the hall to her room -- and just enough thought-moths caught in the cobwebs in her head that she waited a moment, leaning on the doorknob, before she went in.

[OOC: For That Girl. No, not you, Marlo Thomas.]

[Continued from here]

The report Blind Seer and Truth brought back after sunrise was discouraging. They had found ample evidence- broken branches, bits of vine, a trail blazed directly through the undergrowth- that Plik had been taken to the unnatural copse of trees that the bracken beasts that had attacked them last night guarded. ( That was where the trail ended, neatly as if it had never been. )
[Preplayed with the lovely and medieval kestrelswolf, bigdamndestiny and bitch_prince. NFB/NFI, OOC A-OK. SORRY FOR WORRYING YOU, KATCHOO.]