<div class="floatleft">(http://i58.tinypic.com/121poxj.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Francoise "Frankie" Appledelhi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Par~Tay<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Isis, Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Crazy<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Costume<br/><hr/><br/>Francoise did indeed have a turn table and other accouterments at her shop, but had simply decided to bring her iPod and speakers in the name of simplicity. It would save some table space, be faster to set up, and would allow her just to 'set it and forget it', thus freeing her to party and consume all the snacks in the immediate vicinity. Normally she'd prefer anything over iTunes, but in this case she mostly just wanted to mingle. She got the music pumping out on a playlist she'd constructed earlier and she was rather proud that said list had only taken five hours to build. Frankie was a nut when it came to playlists. When she was making them seriously, every song had to be considered carefully, they all had to flow into one another well and the whole thing needed a consistent theme.<br/><br/><em>"Izzy! That's the coooooooooooolest cake I've ever seeeeeennn! Marry me, baby!"</em>she shouted. Izzy was what she called Isis. It also was, in fact, the coolest cake she'd ever seen. Francoise moved over to the snack table and feigned taking a giant bite out of the heart poised atop the gory cake. Then she grinned and mimed grabbing the heart and hoisting it over her head,<em>"Kali Ma... Kali Ma... Kali Ma Shakti de!"<br/></em><br/>Frankie then admired the cookies, which had been decorated with equal talent and dedication. It was almost a shame to watch her cram one straight into her mouth and give out a jumbled compliment about how good they looked and tasted. Probably the last person in the world who needed to consume cookies and a sugared heart was Frankie.<br/>