Claudia Donovan (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
notmyownage) wrote2011-11-29 06:59 pm
notmyownage) wrote2011-11-29 06:59 pm
Entry tags:
- 317,
- bde,
- goggles away,
- ic,
- the nothing
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 little bit.
Not that there was anything to use them against.
Still, it kept her mind off the fact that her brother was missing again and she was alone in the world again and she didn't even have a rotten foster house to go back to because even Mrs. Frederick appeared to be missing.
Bitter and sulky Claudia was bitter and sulky.
And armed.
[ooc: Door closed, post open. My day sucked and is still going. Distract me?]
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 little bit.
Not that there was anything to use them against.
Still, it kept her mind off the fact that her brother was missing again and she was alone in the world again and she didn't even have a rotten foster house to go back to because even Mrs. Frederick appeared to be missing.
Bitter and sulky Claudia was bitter and sulky.
And armed.
[ooc: Door closed, post open. My day sucked and is still going. Distract me?]