thatsamilkshake: (awooga awooga aaaand she's down!)
August 2011
Tara comes to visit (Tara, Katchoo)
September 2011
Asdkajdhsljkh DINAH (...Dinah)
October 2011
Homecoming 2011 (Katchoo, Arthur)
November 2011
Portalocity sucks (Merlin, Momoko, not Freddie)
Portalocity still sucks (Katchoo, Jack Priest, Jon O'Neill, Merlin, Jaina, Dinah, Tahiri, Arthur, Momoko)
The Nothing sucks worse (Claire, Katchoo, Dinah, Arthur)
December 2011
The Gig (Firekeeper and Blind Seer)
Dite's (Karla)
Library Baked Goods Station (Kitty, Natalie)
J,GoB (Stark)
J,GoB on the GO (Katchoo, Arthur, Natalie, Chloe, Stark)
Special Collections
thatsamilkshake: (depressed)
So it turns out that punching a tree? Kinda stupid. SAM. Which was why the girl with her chin buried in the fur of a hunting hound (that she was still allowed to call a puppy because...YOUR FACE) looked like she was flipping people the bird if they walked past the half-open door. It wasn't them; it was just the splint. ...Okay, it was also the mood. But still not them.

Brynne, unsurprisingly, was very good at cuddling; Owain...tried to be? But there was a reason the owl on the bed was currently cuddling with Francine's birthday present (whose name was apparently Agravaine, according to -- well, that thought wasn't depressing, was it) instead of Francine.

Look, she wasn't letting them spend the night in the stables tonight, shut up. Also, just... shut up.

[OOC: Open but emo. Last post before Francie heads off for the backpacking trip, but probably not the last post in Fandom.]
thatsamilkshake: (doorway)
Right. Francine could do this. After a weekend of letting her mom in on what Fandom was really like (with a few spare moments for meeting other people's families), she was absolutely ready to bring up the other little tiny thing that might have escaped her mother's attention for the last year.

Or the last few months, depending on whether you were counting how long that little tiny thing had been in Fandom, or how long she'd been living with it.

Francine gave a couple warning knocks before pushing the door open. "So I know I promised I'd introduce you to my roommate before you leave, Mom," she said fairly loudly, just in case that wasn't warning enough.

[OOC: This is going to go so well. For her and her and so much SP omg.]
thatsamilkshake: (mirror)
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.]
thatsamilkshake: (windy)
[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 [livejournal.com profile] kestrelswolf, [livejournal.com profile] bigdamndestiny and [livejournal.com profile] bitch_prince. NFB/NFI, OOC A-OK. SORRY FOR WORRYING YOU, KATCHOO.]
thatsamilkshake: (teefs)
You really don't want to know how many teeth brushings it takes to get the smell of tamales off your breath. Talk about experiences coming back to haunt you... But they were soooo good.

Much safer for the comfort and well-being of anyone who actually had to talk to you were the nachos Francine had snatched on her way out of class, which were currently sitting on the corner of her bed as she lay sprawled out with her Child Development book.

Okay, her closed Child Development book, a note from Firekeeper marking her place, and an open copy of Buttercup's Baby. What? It was... sort of related. It totally counted as studying! Plus, tomorrow was her birthday, which totally counted as a child development research project, right? Thus, she was totally not slacking off. Totally.

[OOC: Expecting the ears, but open!]
thatsamilkshake: (mellow flowers)
Hiding out in the safety of her room after yesterday's traumatizing events (among others)? Francine? Of course not.

God, it was so nice to be able to lie again.

Though at the moment most of her lying was happening on the bed with the window cracked open, a softly scented and unseasonably warm breeze wafting in from the direction of the park, and a book on adult literacy spread out before her as she sprawled. She really didn't have a clue how to help somebody learn to read, no matter how many picture books she checked out of the library, so she figured she might as well try to find out.

[OOC: Open as open is, though expecting one with ears the size of small saucers at worst, whose thread be chronoschmoogically last! ...Also it always said evening.]
thatsamilkshake: (reading)
Francine had, believe it or not, found a distraction from freaking out over Homecoming Weekend: freaking out over Parents Weekend.

Which was why, though there was a stack of library books (this time non-kitteny)at the foot of her bed, what she could currently be found reading was her much-creased copy of today's FH Times. Memorizing how to say "I have never heard of this Katchoo person" in Al Bhed? Maaaaaaaybe.

--
[OOC: Expecting one, but post and door are open!]
thatsamilkshake: (reading)
Francine wasn't the Best. Student. Ever. but when she'd offered to help Blysse find out more about raised-by-wolves stories, she'd made sure to follow through on that, even if it had taken her awhile to get around to finding the books she remembered and inviting Blysse oh so handwavily over.

Of course, the follow-through got a little snagged when she opened up her bookbag while waiting for Blysse to arrive and instead of the library books she'd checked out, found a pile of playfully growling kittens.

Okay, that was gonna take some explaining.
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[OOC: Expecting the aforementioned, but also open! ETA: As is the door.]

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