Francine Peters

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)

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

Milk: check. Cookies: check. Day that was at least less awful than yesterday: check. Dinah: Pending.

[OOC: For the Tweetybird!]

So. Um. What Would Tawny Madison Do? Well, after returning from a day like today, she'd freak out about it in private for a while, then make an emergency trip to Dinah's room for um. Supplies. Then she'd pull her tightest jeans and lowest-cut sweater out of the closet. The one she never wore because seriously Aunt Libby, what were you thinking?

And then she'd let herself into her boyfriend's room and sprawl gracelessly artfully across the bed.

And wait.

...And then a hot day would start to get even hotter, especially when she pictured said boyfriend's face when he walked in, and it would for some reason seem like a good idea to just skip the duct tape, superglue and prayers required to stop herself from falling out of that sweater. And the jeans really were kind of tight. And the bra, well. The galaxy had already seen what kind of disasters could befall you there.

It was a lot easier to sprawl artfully across the bed if she wasn't wearing any if it.

And wait.

[OOC: She's waiting for the owner of the room. NO, NOT YOU, CAL. Tweety and her supplies modded with permission.]

Francine might no longer possess a book about flowers, but she still had a computer, a tiring week behind her, and a somewhat pouty pathological dislike of Feeling Stupid.

So she was currently trying to decide which to google first: three dollar bill or "Sex: how do we stop failing flailing?"

...Eventually she would also get around to military support services, yes.

Since it was kind of warm, the door was cracked open a bit, as was the window. A computer screen, after all, she could hide a lot more successfully than a book.

Yes, she really thought that was true. Feel free to pat her on the head as you walk down the hall. You'll hear her humming, since That Song is still stuck in her head.

[OOC: expecting The Twitter, but open!]