<strong>Franny Stein</strong><br/><br/>Fran walked from the abandoned diner to an electronics shop down the road, where she picked up a few odds and ends she needed for her next experiment. Since she'd forgotten to put away her stuff from before she was fairly sure her aphrodisiac project was a bust. Either someone would've taken it, or just poured it down the drain by now. And she'd planned on portioning that stuff out and selling it, too. Oh well. Such is the tragic life of a mad scientist. Bag in tow, Fran returned to the school just before her science class was set to begin. She dropped her stuff off in her locker and then headed to the science lab to grab her usual table before class started. Sure enough, her chemicals were gone. "Ah, fuck. I knew it." The construct grumbled and ran her fingers through her hair, "Now I've got to mix up another batch an' I'm gonna have to supply my own Drain-o this time."