Room 505, Thursday Evening

Another day of work down, another day closer to graduation, and would that she knew better it wasn't as if there was anyone coming to see her graduate; anyone who might make that list, who wasn't already here, was dead.

Cheerful.

There was, however, the matter of Francine's family making an appearance, and certain things they didn't know about, and whether they should even know -- which wasn't Katchoo's call as much as she had an opinion on the matter.

All of this, pretty much, amounted to Katchoo standing in the middle of the room with Clocky circling her feet (pushing random empty soda cans and bits of Katchoo-strewn debris around with indignant beeps) as she . . . contemplated the pushed-together beds.

Yeah, that could be a problem.

[OOC: For that girl what lives there with her, but open beforehand, why not?]