Room 317, Monday afternoon
Feb. 6th, 2012 04:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
For once, Claudia actually wasn't tinkering with something on the floor. Artie had her running searches for any pings on Ben Franklin's kite string -- she could have sworn that whole thing was a myth! -- so she was lounging on her bed while her handbuilt computer program trawled across the web for anything that screamed "two-hundred-year-old electrified twine".
Such was life as a Warehouse intern.
[ooc: expecting one, but also open.]
Such was life as a Warehouse intern.
[ooc: expecting one, but also open.]
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Date: 2012-02-06 09:19 pm (UTC)Come on. How many times do you get to write that in a RPG?
-Matt swung by Claudia's room and knocked on the door, a bundle of clothes under his arm. "Claudia? You there?"
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Date: 2012-02-06 09:26 pm (UTC)Recognizing Matt's voice, Claudia hopped up and went to open the door for him. "Hey, you!" She stepped aside, holding the door open. "Come on in. The floor's even clean."
Mostly.
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Date: 2012-02-06 09:54 pm (UTC)And yes, there were her clothes nicely laundered and folded while Matt's currently clothes were... a bit on the grubby side.
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Date: 2012-02-06 09:57 pm (UTC)"Of course not." It wasn't like he could see what was on her laptop screen, so she didn't even have to quickly close it to keep the Warehouse a secret. "You can come over any time."
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Date: 2012-02-06 10:55 pm (UTC)"A super nose?" Matt chuckled self-consciously. "That has to be the worst power ever."
Heh. Heh. Heh.
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Date: 2012-02-06 10:59 pm (UTC)Though some days? Eww.
"But yeah, I'd hate to be that guy," Matt said with a shake of his head. "One smelly sock and you could be down for the count."
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Date: 2012-02-06 11:02 pm (UTC)Stilts? Oh, Marvel.
"And his love interest would smell like bread. Or maybe pudding."
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Date: 2012-02-07 12:50 am (UTC)And we won't go into why Matt loves to stand on the roof of J'GOB for a good twenty minutes before running off to patrol.
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