Katina Choovanski

Frikkin' cabins. Seemed like Katchoo had just finished helping Francine get moved into her room (and there was a world of promise for awkwardness, and at the same time glee, all of which combined into a multipurpose "oh crap") and now they were hauling stuff down to the campsite again.

Cramming things into a suitcase and a backpack that she'd dragged down and stashed in her alcove hadn't taken too long, which meant that with that out of the way, Katchoo was out on the cabin steps with a can of cola and an empty Altoids tin, today's makeshift ashtray of choice. Which, at the rate she was going, wasn't going to be empty for very long at all.

[OOC: Why yes, it's open. Cabinmates who will make her life miserable, whee and passersby alike welcome!]