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Room 505, Tuesday (Most of the Day)
Aug. 24th, 2010 08:09 amThe last time Katchoo had stayed in any one place long enough to acquire this much stuff, she'd ended up running away to leave it all behind, and not regretting it.
Mostly.
Well, she did somewhat miss the stuff; the people she'd left behind, who had caught up to her once already, were a different story.
Anyway, the point was that this was a #($!ton of stuff to go through, packing was a daunting prospect, throwing any of it out was more difficult in practice than in theory, and mostly Katchoo just looked at all of it and wondered if she could just leave the room for five minutes and come back to find it all packed away thanks to some convenient and well-timed quirk of Fandom.
. . . her cigarette breaks weren't an attempt to test that theory, just long bad habit, but she was curious anyway, every time she got back.
God. How was she supposed to get all of this packed up and shipped off in the next day or so, anyway? Clocky, wheeling around the piles of things and occasionally letting out a scolding beep, wasn't a damn bit of help that way.
[OOC: Not her last post in Fandom, but I feel like doing something with her today. Open door, open post, may be slowish but SP is nommable, right? Right.]
Mostly.
Well, she did somewhat miss the stuff; the people she'd left behind, who had caught up to her once already, were a different story.
Anyway, the point was that this was a #($!ton of stuff to go through, packing was a daunting prospect, throwing any of it out was more difficult in practice than in theory, and mostly Katchoo just looked at all of it and wondered if she could just leave the room for five minutes and come back to find it all packed away thanks to some convenient and well-timed quirk of Fandom.
. . . her cigarette breaks weren't an attempt to test that theory, just long bad habit, but she was curious anyway, every time she got back.
God. How was she supposed to get all of this packed up and shipped off in the next day or so, anyway? Clocky, wheeling around the piles of things and occasionally letting out a scolding beep, wasn't a damn bit of help that way.
[OOC: Not her last post in Fandom, but I feel like doing something with her today. Open door, open post, may be slowish but SP is nommable, right? Right.]
