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: 2012-02-07 04:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-07 04:20 am (UTC)She tended to appropriate parts without asking, for instance.
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Date: 2012-02-07 04:34 am (UTC)"Sounds like being misunderstood got you into trouble," Matt said raising an eyebrow. "Is that how you got here?"
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Date: 2012-02-07 04:37 am (UTC)Of course, said new social worker turned out to work for the Warehouse, but that wasn't the point.
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Date: 2012-02-07 04:39 am (UTC)...
"Plus I really hope you get that vintage campfire girl merit badges."
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Date: 2012-02-07 05:12 am (UTC)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.