Katchoo and Francine's Dorm Room, St. Louis, Wednesday 3 Weeks Ago (But Early Thursday Fandom Time)

[thismaskiwear]

Katchoo was never going to know who in the pantheon of your choice they'd managed to piss off and please at the same time, but whatever mishap had landed them in Camelot for several weeks had also managed to get them to St. Louis a week before classes started.

Which was just barely enough time to get de-time-lagged and . . . okay, to call it 'unpacked' would be a lie the size of the stacks of boxes and clothes that still weren't anywhere near their designated places. (Katchoo's stuff wasn't, anyway.) At least her class schedule was pinned up on the bulletin board?

As for Katchoo herself, she wasn't in the room at the moment, but wait for it -- that was the rattle of her key in the room door, which shouldn't be that hard to open except she was balancing a drink tray of mochas from the coffeeshop across the street (score one for living on the edge of campus).

Oh, and there was the BANG of the door opening.

"Holy$(*#!Francineyouwillneverbelievewhatjusthappened."

[OOC: For that girl. Yeah, that one. No, not you.]

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[thatsamilkshake]

"What do you think I'm trying to say? Have you seen how she looks at you when she's busy dropping her boobs soap at your feet? I have."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Whaaaaaaat?" Okay, this was kind of cute. "Francine, she does --"

Wait. Blink.

". . . not. Oh."

[thatsamilkshake]

"Or the way she talks?"

Francine put down her coffee and put her hands on her hips, leaning close over Katchoo in an imitation that... may or may not have been accurate. Hush.

"Good Mahhhhhning, Katina! Oh, how clumsy of me. I'm just never at my best in the morning until I've had a niiiice, hot, steamy shower. I'm shuuuwah you understand, don't you?"