The campgrounds by the trebuchet, Thursday afternoon

It was, like, way too hot to do a lot of strenuous labor on anything, but Claudia was feeling way too restless and had hit another roadblock on the "get Joshua out of wherever he is" project, so she was out by the still partially dismantled trebuchet, anyway, ready to go at it with a hot glue gun and a cordless drill.

Look, she just liked tools, okay?

Alas, before she could decide where she was going to attach the first random shiny thing, the fabric of the universe cracked beneath her feet and she vanished.

Don't you just hate when that happens?

[ooc: look, throwing her into a scary-verse sans toolbelt would just be cruel, okay? NFI, but anyone who might be walking by to witness said disappearance is more than welcome to.]