thatsamilkshake: (sleepy2)
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.]
thatsamilkshake: (sleepy)
Not that Francine didn't always stay up to listen on Katchoo's radio nights, but after this morning, she wasn't sure she was ever going to sleep again, thanks.

Shower, on the other hand, she might do that again. But maybe not until morning. More than four in one day and you start to risk chafing.

Right now, though, she was just sitting up in bed with the lamp on and the blankets pulled up, reading about wildern Rodents of Unusual Size, and resolutely not falling asleep.

[OOC: For the bffroomiethingperson. Hey Chewie, don't broadcast this; it's after you get back!]
thatsamilkshake: (Default)
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.)
thatsamilkshake: (yelling)

In which we address The Problem. Sort of.

Texty (Merlin)
Fighty Reserves (Arthur)

...Oh Boy

Wakeup (Merlin)
The Lobby (Layla)
Pants Fairy (Raven and Emma)
DADA (Dinah)
ABG
Magic Reserve (Arthur)
The Night Before (Katchoo)

Oh...Crap
The Morning After (...No Katchoo)
Church (...No Francine)
Ethics
Ino's Party
Karla's Party (Kennedy, Karla, Tara)

thatsamilkshake: (puppy!)
After yesterday, Francine was both a bit more relieved and a bit less; as usual, there were things people weren't saying so she wouldn't worry, because that ever worked.

So after Mythbusting, she headed down to the stables for some company that was the least complicated company ever.

And if she took advantage of the fact that Arthur wasn't around to grouse at her to bring that company some Frosty Paws, you are Not To Tell.

[OOC: expecting some electronic communications, but if you feel like wandering down to the stables and being slobbered on by the puppy, sure, open!]
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!

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