Around town (and in the dorms), Wednesday morning

[thatsamilkshake]

Early enough in the morning that normal people would glare and throw a pillow at Francine if she wasn't polite enough to be quiet about getting up and out of the dorms, posters began appearing, first in the dorm building, then around town.




One might or might not run into a rather smiley, chipper girl putting them up and humming June is Bustin' Out All Over in between deep breaths of the flower-scented air.

[OOC: Establishy but open for reactions. Or if you'd like to run into Francine putting them up, sure. Just make it clear in narrative or an ooc note, if so!]

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[bitchprince]

"I see the work is getting along," Arthur said, conversationally, as he caught her putting up one ridiculously girly poster.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Hi, Arthur!" They really were, weren't they? Francine was so proud of them. She spun around to make her skirt twirl because she was a girl and dammit if you're wearing one of those skirts, you have to face him. "Uh-huh. I've already had a couple people say they'd be interested in helping."

[bitchprince]

"It's very..."

Arthur trailed off, eying the poster.

He supposed girly wouldn't be the tactful word.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Inclusive?" she suggested, pointing to the last line. "I figure we're not turning away anybody who wants to help, and some people are good at more than one thing."

[bitchprince]

His brow furrowed at the last line. "Inclusive is one way of saying it," he said.

Tactfully. Oh so tactfully.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Thanks!" Obliviously. Oh so obliviously.

"I heard you say you got everybody's cell-phone numbers on last night's radio. That's great. Good idea." Yes, it had been hers. Yes, she knew it had been hers. "I should get those from you, if you've got a few minutes."

[bitchprince]

"It seemed like one." His idea. So his idea. "Of course." Arthur pulled out his Blackberry.

Note how this time, he didn't actually brandish it like it was a weapon. Good boy was learning.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine eyed it as she reached for hers. "Wow, yours is a lot bigger than mine."

[bitchprince]

"Of course it is," Arthur said, completely oblivious to any innuendo. It was still a bit warm in here, though, but he had that entire matter handled. "So. You'd need all the-- numbers-- in my phone?"

He was poking around. Doing better at getting to the actual list, now.

[17andinfected.livejournal.com]

Shilo had ventured out of the Gallery to grab lunch, and spotted Francine on her way to the cafe.

"Hi Francine," she said, coming over to investigate the posters. "Free cookies? Count me in."

[thatsamilkshake]

"Hi, Shilo!" Francine waved cheerfully. "Yup, free cookies. Something tells me I'll be doing a lot of cooking Thursday night."

[17andinfected.livejournal.com]

"Would you like a hand?" Shilo offered. "I mean, I've never really baked before, but I'd help however I could."

[thatsamilkshake]

"I'm okay for the cooking," Francine answered. "But you could take some posters, if you want to help put them up? Or even just one for the gallery."

[17andinfected.livejournal.com]

"All right," Shilo said, "I'll hang up one in the gallery, and take a few more to put up wherever I don't already see one."

[thatsamilkshake]

"Thanks!" Francine straightened the one she'd just taped up. "Aside from the free cookies, it's for figuring out what the rest of us can do to help out, if we're not out there fighting or flying or casting spells when weird stuff happens around here."

[17andinfected.livejournal.com]

"Or turning into cats," Shilo added, absentmindedly.

[thatsamilkshake]

"You turned into a cat?" Yes, Francine. You read it out loud on the radio. You just didn't interpret it that way.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

And that would be another smiley, happy girl, getting coffee before her Criminal Justice class. Yay caffiene! "Francine! Yay, Not Getting Grabbed and Sacrificed Reserve! I mean, Support Services!"

[thatsamilkshake]

And that would be a little later in the morning, when the first smiley happy girl had been breathing in the spring air and thanking God she didn't have hayfever for a while. So she was still smiley-ish, but a little... distracted. "Oh, hi, Dinah!"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Hi! I like the bit about free cookies," Dinah said, sipping her iced mocha and rocking up on her toes. "Food always brings people in. Although we didn't get any at the Reserves yesterday. Hmm. Maybe someone should bring some. Does it look like you'll get a lot of people?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"I've only talked to a few so far," Francine told her. "But Priestly said he's in. And Karla's going to give me a list of stuff we can keep on hand for her magic."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Cool, I'll recommend it out to anyone I know who's not magic or fight-inclined, who's said they want to help," Dinah said. "Magic Reserves today, I might go. Just to see what they're talking about. Oh! Is Merlin recovered yet from whatever you did to him? Arthur sounded pretty worried on the Radio last night."

[thatsamilkshake]

It didn't take much to bring a flush to Francine's face today. "I um. Broke his nose." And blacked his eye, but that was kind of a direct result. "He's doing better, though."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Do I have to buy you guys shin guards and elbow padding and whatever?" Dinah demanded. "It's not supposed to be rollerblading!" She shook her head. "Good that he's better, even though I bet he's hungover today, yeesh."

[thatsamilkshake]

"It wasn't like..." Francine waved her hands. "I mean, it was like..." And it had just been getting good dammit. "But then squirrels. On the BED."