Francine Peters

Leftover pizza made a great breakfast even when you were five, and Saturday morning cartoons were a pretty good distraction from the impending arrival of lunchtime, but it did finally catch up.

"I'm hungry." Let's see just how waiflike Francine could make herself look, shall we? "I want ice cream!"

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[OOC: For the girl and an eventual bewildered guest, but open for calls set before he arrives, too.]

"No, Mom, she didn't kick me out of the room." Dear God, there was not enough no in the universe for this call, at this hour of the night, with this much punch still wandering through Francine's system. "I just didn't want to keep her awake; it's late. No, of course it's not too late for you to call, especially on my birthday, I didn't mean that; we're just, I mean she's just tired. No, Mom, come on, you don't have to -- is that Muffins? What's she got in her mouth? It sounds like-- A what? Where would she get a-- Oh, a rubber duck..."

She so wasn't sober awake enough to deal with this. Francine slipped her shoes off and tucked her feet under her as she curled into the corner of the couch and tried not to yawn, or worse, nod off.

Why were the pillows on these couches so darn comfy? Not helping at all.

[Estaaaaaaaablishy...]

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.]

Homecoming Dance (Katchoo, Kate)
Homecoming Brunch (Arthur, Firekeeper, Tara, Dinah, Merlin)
1-800-RYLPRAT (Arthur)
There are CUTE FUZZY THINGS on the YouTube! (Merlin)
Caaaaake (Arthur, Merlin, Katchoo)
PUPPIES! (Merlin)
Leaving Camelot (Arthur, Merlin, Katchoo)

Last night on the island (Katchoo, Firekeeper, Dinah)
Saint Louis doesn't have dairy maids. (Merlin)
Or a crown prince. (Arthur)
Or people with tails. (Merlin)
Or trolls. (Merlin)
Or at least people don't PROPOSE to them. (Merlin, Arthur, Katchoo, crazy medieval people)
I always stop Katchoo from punching people at weddings. (Merlin, Arthur, Katchoo, crazy medieval people)
Merlin didn't steal a walrus either. (Arthur, Katchoo)
Arthur's dad is a dick and I kind of hate him. (Arthur, crazy medieval people)
That's why the lady is a TROLL. Did we mention that? (Katchoo, Arthur, crazy medieval people, TROLL)
After which we will never eat again. (Katchoo, Arthur, crazy medieval people, TROLL)
In which Arthur's dad is not a *complete* dick (but I still kind of hate him) and there is no more TROLL and also there are hugs (Katchoo, Arthur, Merlin, crazy medieval people, ex-TROLL)
In which medieval romances are boring, Gwen isn't unlike on the show, and Katchoo and I go "fishing" (Katchoo, Guinevere)
Heading home. (Merlin, Arthur, Katchoo)
Saint Louis: oddly more familiar than it's cracked up to be (Katchoo)

Comic-Con 2010 (Katchoo, Tony, Casey)
Magic/Support Reserves (Tara)
On the job! (Katchoo)
Gym Class!
Magic/Support Reserves (Karla)
On the j------- crap.
We are not in Kansas anymore. (Tahiri, Azula, Shunsui, Helen)
Kansas would be so much better than this. (Ino, Effy, Azula)
Never been so glad to be home. (Crazy people, dead people, Katchoo)
Called on account of guinea pig (James)
Ye Olde Call From The Past (Arthur)
Church
On the job (Katchoo, Merlin)
Gym Class!
Magic/Support Reserves (Katchoo)
On the job. (Katchoo)

After the on-again-off-again of this trip Francine hadn't even considered that they might get cell phone reception in Ancient Greece until someone else tried it. Now, though, she was having second thoughts about calling people, considering there was no way to re-charge the battery once it ran down. On the other hand, there was no point in having reception if she kept it turned off, so...

So she and Katchoo headed out to sit by the side of the river on a blanket that probably used to be part of an animal, and text. Or at least let certain people know they were able to receive them.

[OOC: for the girl and the boyses!]

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.]

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.]

Wee kitchen of Liliness
Monomyth
Difficult Women
Support Services
Monomyth
Difficult Women
Wee Common Room of Spaghetti (Katchoo, Chloe, Firekeeper, Arthur, Merlin, Claudia)
Karla's Birthday
Warren's Birthday
Um, About the Beds... (Katchoo)

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

This was stupid and Francine shouldn't be here; she should hole up in Momoko's room until this weekend thing wore off and she woke up back where she was supposed to be. But here she was.

Francine hadn't been here since yesterday morning. Francine hadn't been to the version of here she used to call hers since the sun had come out in Greenland months ago and she'd walked out of that other Fandom without looking back. But here she was.

Knowing now that this wasn't a nightmare or some kind of last-ditch effort by the vampires to drag them all back... didn't make knocking on this door any easier, or any less tempting. Or any less stupid.

But here she was, doing it anyway.

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.]

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.]

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.]

Halloween (Bobby, Katchoo)
Samhain (Arthur, Merlin, Firekeeper, Katchoo, Katchoo and Raven)

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!]