A Spot on the Beach, Saturday Late Evening

[thismaskiwear]

Katchoo had, by some twist of fate or sick joke on the part of the universe, managed to completely miss seeing Francine at all since she'd woken up this morning, and wasn't even aware Francine was at the reunion; she hadn't exactly gone out of her way to ask. She left her current phone number with Francine's mother whenever she moved or changed phones, but that had, for the better part of the last couple of decades, been the extent of her contact with her erstwhile best friend.

She'd spent the day wandering the island, checking out her old haunts and taking time out every now and then to field a call from Rosa and make arrangements for her latest gallery showing, and it was well after dark by the time she made it down to the beach.

Katchoo didn't set foot on beaches much these days, living in Santa Fe as she did, and they were tied up in some bittersweet memories for her. Not that it stopped her from taking a moment to just stand there, looking out across the reflection of moonlight on the waves, and thinking back. She might be mellower now than she'd been in her high school days, but she hadn't broken the habit of brooding yet, and wasn't about to start now.

[OOC: For one, la. Re PB, yes, I think I'm hilarious and thatsamilkshake encouraged me.]

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[thatsamilkshake]

Air. One gin and tonic had turned into three and...something pink with glitter in it that may or may not have been meant to be drunk - much like Francine. Air would be good.

How air turned into a walk from the community center all the way to the beach, she didn't know, much like how she didn't know how she even made it there without tripping a million times, while the sounds and sights of a Fandom that wasn't even here anymore blew past her ears in the wind. Maybe it was because it almost felt like someone was holding her hand...

He was so sweet though - he even offered to build me a castle... Would you hate me if I kissed you? I'll hate you if you don't...

Francine stopped that thought where it started, and stopped herself as well, on a rock overlooking the sea, the wind blowing her hair from her face and her hand scrubbing the past away from her eyes while she paused.

Or maybe not, because the fuzzy picture when she opened them was nothing she'd seen in fifteen years or more. Down there by the water, a small, slim figure with her back turned, long yellow hair glowing pale in the moonlight.