Room 317, Tuesday night

[notmyownage]

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.]

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[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Saints," Quinn translated (thank you, Mr. Schuester). "Sorry he felt the need to share his perversions with you."

[notmyownage]

"It's actually one of the less weird things that's happened lately." Claudia shrugged. "Wait, does he think that all the saints are a bunch of high school students?"

Did she really want to examine the thinking of the wrong number dialer who'd ranted on her voicemail?

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[notmyownage]

"Yep. No one I'm super close to yet, knock on wood. But my coworkers are both suddenly only children, and my universe apparently no longer has an HG Wells."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"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.

[notmyownage]

"Oh my god, your sister?" Claudia would be going nuts if Joshua disappeared again, so she thought Quinn must be repressing to sound even remotely calm about it. "That's terrible!"

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

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."

[notmyownage]

"That's just . . . wrong. In so many ways."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"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."

[notmyownage]

"I wish I could help." She wished Artie would stop thinking she'd messed with the wrong artifact and started believing that this was actually happening. "Feels kind of like we're helpless, this time."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"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.

[notmyownage]

"That's ridiculous," Claudia said automatically. "The end of the world isn't going to happen for millions of years, when the sun goes nova."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

Quinn gave her a skeptical look. "Uh-huh. And you know because you were there and saw it yourself?"

[notmyownage]

Claudia pouted. "Shut up."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"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."

[notmyownage]

"Yeah, well, anywhere but Fandom I totally would be. Any Earth where, anyway."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Great, now you have me wondering if we're technically on earth or if this is some bizarre simulation," Quinn groaned.

[notmyownage]

Claudia blinked. "Well, a simulation could potentially be hacked. . . ."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"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.

[notmyownage]

"Yeah, that'd make sense." No it wouldn't. Look, Claudia had already gotten it into her head to try to hack the multiverse. It was probably best not to expect actual sense out of her, possibly ever again.

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"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."

[notmyownage]

"Yeah. I mean, you'd think there'd be some evidence of whatever is self-replicating and deleting the files --" meaning people, objects, and universes, "-- but other than that. . . ."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Maybe the evidence is how it's making us all feel like we're nuts?" Quinn suggested hopefully. "I dunno. It's a theory."

[notmyownage]

"I'm willing to try just about anything, right now," Claudia admitted.