Claudia Donovan (
notmyownage) wrote2012-02-06 04:15 pm
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Room 317, Monday afternoon
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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"Sounds like being misunderstood got you into trouble," Matt said raising an eyebrow. "Is that how you got here?"
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Of course, said new social worker turned out to work for the Warehouse, but that wasn't the point.
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"Plus I really hope you get that vintage campfire girl merit badges."
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And even though he was blind, Claudia was still going to wait until he was actually out of the room before launching into her "date! yay!" dance.