notmyownage: (*goes "yuh-huh"*)
Claudia Donovan ([personal profile] notmyownage) wrote2011-11-23 12:38 am

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.

She made it back to her room just in time to hear her phone beep. She pulled it out, found a number that more closely resembled an IP address than anything phone related, and frowned. She hit play and listened to the message.

When it was done, she stared at her phone. "WHAT THE HELL," she told it. "PHONES ARE NOT FOR TROLLING, DICKBAG."

[ooc: establishy but also open should anyone want to stop by.]

[identity profile] chief-cheerio.livejournal.com 2011-11-23 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Are we shouting at phones now?" Quinn asked, from her spot on her bed. It looked like she was goofing around on Facebook; in fact she was making a list of every single person no longer in her friends network.

The sarcasm was her defense mechanism, and she'd be damned if she let the cracks behind it show.

[identity profile] chief-cheerio.livejournal.com 2011-11-23 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Maybe he was hoping you'd talk dirty to him," Quinn said, glancing over. "Tell him all about your ... flesh lumps."

Her nose wrinkled as she spoke.

[identity profile] chief-cheerio.livejournal.com 2011-11-23 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Can I hear?" Quinn was intrigued now, and this promised to be mroe entertaining than searching for the rest of the McKinley High School football roster from memory.

[identity profile] chief-cheerio.livejournal.com 2011-11-23 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Quinn listened, gave Claudia an odd look, then replayed the message before hanging up.

"Gross," she agreed. "What do you think the emptiness he was talking about at the end is? Is it some religious thing?"

[identity profile] chief-cheerio.livejournal.com 2011-11-23 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Saints," Quinn translated (thank you, Mr. Schuester). "Sorry he felt the need to share his perversions with you."

[identity profile] chief-cheerio.livejournal.com 2011-11-23 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Maybe it's more like swearing," Quinn suggested. "Like 'oh my god,' only not."

She gave Claudia a sympathetic look. "You're getting amazing disappearing people too, huh?"

[identity profile] chief-cheerio.livejournal.com 2011-11-23 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"My sister's gone," Quinn volunteered. "And a couple random people from school. And Ryan Seacrest."

Please don't ask how she knew that one.

"I keep hoping it's the island being weird and it'll be fine, but..."

She frowned. It had been way longer than your normal 'island being weird' thing.

[identity profile] chief-cheerio.livejournal.com 2011-11-23 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Repression was a Fabray family specialty, and it served Quinn well.

"It came up when I called my mom to tell her I couldn't make it home for Thanksgiving," Quinn said. "She told me I was too old for imaginary siblings."

[identity profile] chief-cheerio.livejournal.com 2011-11-23 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"I know," Quinn agreed, letting her surface crack a tiny bit. "She used to look out for me, when we were younger, you know? I was in her wedding. And now I called her husband and -- he said he didn't know a Franny. I don't know what else I can do."

[identity profile] chief-cheerio.livejournal.com 2011-11-23 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"There's Wesley's email," Quinn said. "Maybe he and Ben and Ender and everybody will figure something out at that meeting. Or maybe it's the end of the world."

She wasn't remotely joking.

[identity profile] chief-cheerio.livejournal.com 2011-11-23 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Quinn gave her a skeptical look. "Uh-huh. And you know because you were there and saw it yourself?"

[identity profile] chief-cheerio.livejournal.com 2011-11-23 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"Bite me," Quinn retorted, clearly not genuinely offended. It was more a ritualistic ... thing. A normalcy thing. "Anyhow, I hope you're right about the millions-of-years-from-now part."

[identity profile] chief-cheerio.livejournal.com 2011-11-23 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Great, now you have me wondering if we're technically on earth or if this is some bizarre simulation," Quinn groaned.
Edited 2011-11-23 20:50 (UTC)

[identity profile] chief-cheerio.livejournal.com 2011-11-23 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Like in that Keanu Reeves movie?" Quinn asked. "Well, if it is one, maybe this is all because it got a virus or something."

Look at her, with that techy talk.

[identity profile] chief-cheerio.livejournal.com 2011-11-23 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"It would?" Quinn's knowledge about hacking would fit on a postcard, so she was going to be impressed with herself. "I completely knew that."

[identity profile] chief-cheerio.livejournal.com 2011-11-23 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Maybe the evidence is how it's making us all feel like we're nuts?" Quinn suggested hopefully. "I dunno. It's a theory."