Claudia Donovan (
notmyownage) wrote2010-07-08 02:18 pm
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Room 317, Thursday afternoon
Claudia's alarm clock was fritzing. A smart ass might point out that this was because it was currently in pieces, strewn across the floor (or at least, her half of the floor, she didn't want to risk the unknown wrath of her new roommate by encroaching on her territory with tiny bits of plastic and silicon), but she'd point out that it was, in fact, fritzing before she took it apart. She was just looking to fix the problem.
And, okay, see if she could get it to pick up interdimensional radio signals. Or at least HD and satellite.
[ooc: door and post are open.]
And, okay, see if she could get it to pick up interdimensional radio signals. Or at least HD and satellite.
[ooc: door and post are open.]
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She stopped inside the door, studying the chaos in front of her. "What's the objective this time?"
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Never mind that they'd already had a first kiss. It was for a fundraiser. Totally didn't count.
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... yeah, more fun in the imagination than it probably would be in reality. "Very weird. I'm sorry," Scully sympathized. "At least it wasn't Peter?" She held up a few more connected wires, and said, "Did I hook these up right?"
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More likely, she could get a burn.
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