thatsamilkshake: (relaxed)


Full of marshmallows and good company, and with her bed finally cleared off of crap junk important things that she desperately needed to bring to the cabins with her, Francine was relaxing on said bed with a book.

No, not That Book. That Book was hidden in a very safe place where no one would look for it even if they knew it existed.

Under her pillow, shut up.

The book she was reading had a burly brooding bearded man and a well-endowed lady on the cover, and wasn't a dingbat's guide to anything. Except maybe purple prose.

[OOC: This one's for the Ears. And possibly the BFF if she cares to snort from the other side of the wall. OMFG campfires are exhausting!

thatsamilkshake: (phone)
Francine loved her mother. Most of the time she was perfectly happy to love her mother from 1000 miles away, out of reach of the dating tips, the wardrobe critiques, and the sound of her parents fighting, except for holidays, letters, and the occasional phone call, but she did still love her mother. So, today being today, the evening found her sprawled on the bed and picking up the phone to dial long-distance to Texas.

At least yesterday had put her in a much better frame of mind for it.

[OOC: For a phone call, but open afterwards!]

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