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: (z-boy-shirtless)
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.]
thatsamilkshake: (dress-distant)
The door wasn't open, but it wasn't locked. Within, there was a Griffin Silver CD playing and a girl putting the finishing touches on roast chicken that she'd carried down from the kitchen, lighting candles just to see how they looked then blowing them out again (wouldn't want anything to catch fire) wandering back and forth from the closet to the bed, red dress half unzipped in back because maybe she should go with the black one instead, fiddling with her hair, checking her watch, and slowly driving herself whackadoo with nerves. You know, the basic ingredients for a romantic evening and attempted Talking About Things TM that you haven't actually mentioned to the other half of it yet.

And then, you know. Checking her watch some more. Because that would make radio happen faster.

[OOC: Open like an open thing if you've got reason to wander by. Somebody needs to help zip her up, after all. As for you, Blondie, Francine was playing music and cleaning the room.]
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: (looking down - sad)
So after a week of that, absotively, posilutely the smartest thing to do ever is to try to get away from that and that by going there and doing THAT which is still being SP'd but you can guess how it ends.

Or perhaps not so much doing as done, but too dense and too drunk and too doused in glitter to realize what was happening until it had.

Either way, best complete-non-plan ever.

As was calling your boyfriend about it while you were still tipsy and freaked and making even less sense than usual, before you curled up with a stuffed animal and passed out.

Yes.

[For the Ears, and SP of DooooOOOoooOOOOoOOoOooooOOom!]
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: (dirty - swingy hair oboy)
What's worse than naked? Spandex. No, seriously. Spandex with no ice cream. Spandex with boys being weird. Spandex that won't come off and also is confusing and troubling and tiny and blonde and now there needs to be a boy. Right now.

What's better than naked? To be honest, as Merlin hurried her across the hall and into his room Francine was having a hard time coming up (dirty) with an answer to that. ...Or maybe Merlin was just happy to see her.

[OOC: Ahem. See mood.]
thatsamilkshake: (reading)
After yesterday, Francine was feeling pretty good about the first aid idea, a bit more like the whole support group plan -- or rather, her being involved in the whole support group plan -- wasn't so crazy after all.

So today she was sitting at her desk with a bowl of cherry tomatoes -- what? They're a fruit! -- and her notebook, looking over the list of things she'd put together from Arthur and from yesterday, occasionally adding a note like "bring gatorade, not just water: electrolytes!"

[OOC: Expecting the... uh. Cheekbones! But open. As is the door.]

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