Room 317, Friday afternoon
Jan. 13th, 2012 02:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
notmyownageClaudia was in a very good mood today. Her classes this semester were, like, the definition of easy (movies and construction? Yes, please!), Artie actually gave her the weekend off on doing inventory at the Warehouse, and she'd even gotten to spend much of last night meeting new people, eating quality Italian food, and making out with the hot new blind guy on his roommate's bed.
For revenge's sake, of course. Claudia didn't just make out with guys on their roommates' beds all willy-nilly.
So when she got back from Art of Scrap, today, she decided it was time for an impromptu one woman dance party. She put on some Talking Heads -- thanks to Scully, she was totally rocking the new wave vibe this week -- and rocked out.
Well, until she turned her ankle, tripped over nothing, and fell headlong to the floor.
"Ow," she grumbled into the carpet. Something green and scaly darted out from under her bed and her eyes went wide. "Oh no. Oh no no no no --" She tried to roll away, but wasn't fast enough. The gremlin bit her hard on the left hand, and Claudia's "no"s tapered off until she was staring dreamily at the ceiling.
"I think I want . . . meatballs," she decided, then pushed herself up to wobble off to the common room in search of cooking implements.
[ooc: establishy, with a common room post to go up momentarily!]
For revenge's sake, of course. Claudia didn't just make out with guys on their roommates' beds all willy-nilly.
So when she got back from Art of Scrap, today, she decided it was time for an impromptu one woman dance party. She put on some Talking Heads -- thanks to Scully, she was totally rocking the new wave vibe this week -- and rocked out.
Well, until she turned her ankle, tripped over nothing, and fell headlong to the floor.
"Ow," she grumbled into the carpet. Something green and scaly darted out from under her bed and her eyes went wide. "Oh no. Oh no no no no --" She tried to roll away, but wasn't fast enough. The gremlin bit her hard on the left hand, and Claudia's "no"s tapered off until she was staring dreamily at the ceiling.
"I think I want . . . meatballs," she decided, then pushed herself up to wobble off to the common room in search of cooking implements.
[ooc: establishy, with a common room post to go up momentarily!]
