Room 317, Monday afternoon

[notmyownage]

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.]

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[notmyownage]

Claudia shrugged. "Pretty much. I, uh. Got bounced around the foster system for awhile. When they ran out of people willing to take me, my new social worker shipped me here."

Of course, said new social worker turned out to work for the Warehouse, but that wasn't the point.

[childhood-taunt.livejournal.com]

"Is it corny for me to say I'm glad you ended up here?" Matt asked. "Because I'd like to think your genius fits well. And I've gotten a chance to see it a bit."

...

"Plus I really hope you get that vintage campfire girl merit badges."

[notmyownage]

Claudia laughed. "Oh, I totally will." Once she found some to actually get. "And yeah, me too. It definitely worked out for the best."

[childhood-taunt.livejournal.com]

"Good," Matt said with a smile which turned slightly into a frown. "Listen, I have to run and get some studying done but I still would like to take you out to a movie sometime. Maybe next week?"

[notmyownage]

"Sure," Claudia said cheerfully. "Other than classes, my schedule's pretty open."

[childhood-taunt.livejournal.com]

"Great!" Matt said heading for the door. "It's a date."

[notmyownage]

"Yes!"

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.