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Room 317, Tuesday evening
Not having a class to attend today meant that Claudia had spent pretty much the entire day in bed, the covers pulled up around her like a cape, futzing around with tech equipment.
So far, she's managed Derringer-sized Tesla out of her alarm clock and an old phone, and had plans worked out for a Tesla grenade -- and only scorched her pillow a ( Read more... ) -
Room 317, Tuesday night
Claudia came back from the causeway looking the very definition of downtrodden. She'd spent all day trying to book a trip to Geneva without having to be rerouted through places of which only Azerbaijan even sounded familiar with no success, and now Scully was stranded in Baltimore instead of back in the dorms where she damn well belonged ( Read more... ) -
Room 317, Monday afternoon
Claudia honestly hadn't paid much attention to the weirdness going on of late, beyond her worry over Peter. She hadn't heard about anything strange going on back home -- both Artie and Joshua were where they were supposed to be, and as far as Claudia knew, so were Pete and Myka and Lena and Mrs. Frederick ( Read more... ) -
Room 317, All day Tuesday
Claudia had barely made it to class yesterday, and once she'd seen they were doing a movie, had spent the whole time brainstorming in her notebook.
Why? Well, see, this weekend she'd gotten a really terrible voicemail. And it was the kind of thing she couldn't not follow up on ( Read more... ) -
The Warehouse, South Dakota, Monday night
Claudia had come back to South Dakota for Fall Break only to discover that things with the creepy former Warehouse agent, some skeeze-ball named "MacPherson", had upped his game, trapping Myka's parents using Jack the Ripper's lantern and threatening the crap out of Myka and Pete ( Read more... ) -
The rocky bits, Tuesday evening
Claudia . . . was still hiding out in the rocky bits. She was getting a bit more towards sickly pale than flat out gray, now, and her finger nails had mostly returned to normal, but her teeth were still very much of the sharp, pointy variety and she kept being tempted to try to eat raw fish straight out of the water, so she was figuring it was not ( Read more... ) -
The rocky bits, Sunday night
The rocks were gray, and so was Claudia. And frankly, she was totally planning on staying right here until she was back to normal and she maybe managed to forget about the whole "eating raw, mutated creatures" thing.
Hey, being a hermit was all the rage, right? She could probably find a cave or something to live in.
[ooc: pretty much ( Read more... ) -
Room 317, All day Wednesday
Claudia wasn't getting out of bed today for love or money. She felt like death warmed over. Like even more death even more warmed over than when she was having her life slowly drained out of her by her connection to her brother's failed attempt at teleportation, and that was hard to do. Maybe she'd managed to electrocute herself a little while ( Read more... ) -
OOC: I totally didn't forget to info post, I swear. . . .
For info on my new girl, go here. For the rest, you get mostly copy-and-paste.
SO WHO WAS PHONE -- wait, wrong pasting.
( The mad scientist )