Cara had intended on taking a long, relaxing bath while looking over the pamphlets for tomorrow's class and trying to decipher what they were actually attempting to say. A futile task, but at least she could say she tried.

Of course, because the island hated her, she instead spent her evening trying to escape the now much larger bathtub and even longer trying to dry her fur.

Though, on balance, that probably still a better use of her time.

After the first week of post-break classes, Cara was looking forward to a nice quiet night in.

Sadly, her player Fandom had other plans for her. Furrier plans. Adorable plans.

Chittering furiously, Cara eventually emerged from the pile of her leathers in a tiny, fuzzy ball of chipmunkly annoyance.

Great. Not again.

[ooc: establishy]