thismaskiwear | Room 505, Tuesday Morning Through Early Afternoon (Reply)

Everything that needed to be packed was packed, everything that needed to be shipped out had been, and pulling that off had been some kind of giant frikkin' miracle but the point was, it was done, just a few straggling bags and a few dozen errant dustbunnies and bits of debris left behind. (And probably a disgusting amount of nicotine residue in the walls, but.) This was it, then, two years in Fandom done and something with a disturbing resemblance to a normal high school graduate's future ahead of them.

. . . and lingering. No need to flee the place like hell.

Both of them. Who woulda thunk it, when they first got here? Katchoo sure as hell wouldn't have, with all the crap she was trying to outrun and the skeletons she'd been trying to keep in the closet. So maybe there was enough room in her cynicism for optimism, too. Just a touch of it. No getting carried away here.

Because really, their future looked pretty damn good from here, and all that crap was behind her, and who (by which we meant from Katchoo's past) cared what two girls from Fandom did, anyway?

[OOC: Katchoo and Francine's actual last post in Fandom. WAH. Some minor OCD up, post is open (see OOC thread for availability details), and if you want to have gotten notice from one of the toongirls, you did.

ETA: . . . yeah, the door's open, too. I keep forgetting to specify these things -- thanks,