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Room 317, Monday afternoon
Nov. 21st, 2011 04:06 pmClaudia honestly hadn't paid much attention to the weirdness going on of late, beyond her worry over Peter. She hadn't heard about anything strange going on back home -- both Artie and Joshua were where they were supposed to be, and as far as Claudia knew, so were Pete and Myka and Lena and Mrs. Frederick.
She didn't really talk to anyone else from home.
But after going to help Jack with his phone, Claudia couldn't help but be just a little bit freaked. She pulled out the Farnsworth that Artie had finally given her after the whole MacPherson/H.G. Wells thing had blown up (literally, in some cases), and hit connect.
( Artie answered as promptly -- and as grumpily -- as always )
"Oh thank god," Claudia said, and snapped the Farnsworth shut. Artie would be grilling her for the reason behind that call soon enough, but at least Joshua was still okay.
[ooc: door is closed, post is open]
She didn't really talk to anyone else from home.
But after going to help Jack with his phone, Claudia couldn't help but be just a little bit freaked. She pulled out the Farnsworth that Artie had finally given her after the whole MacPherson/H.G. Wells thing had blown up (literally, in some cases), and hit connect.
( Artie answered as promptly -- and as grumpily -- as always )
"Oh thank god," Claudia said, and snapped the Farnsworth shut. Artie would be grilling her for the reason behind that call soon enough, but at least Joshua was still okay.
[ooc: door is closed, post is open]
