Room 317, Sunday Afternoon

[notmyownage]

Claudia had managed to stay upright just long enough to shower the spattered splicer gore and Rapture dust off her and collapse onto her bed.

Her knee was screaming at her. It was almost nice, since it drowned out how much her head hurt. She wrapped both arms around her pillow and curled up around it, her blanket pulled up to her nose, feeling either ten years old or a hundred. She couldn't quite convince herself to close her eyes, yet.

But, hey. At least she was home.

[ooc: door's cracked, post is open.]

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[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

Quinn came back to the room wrapped in her softest robe, trailing strawberry scent from her favorite shower gel. She hadn't quite stayed in the shower an hour, but she'd gave it her best attempt.

She went straight for the Oreos she kept under her bed as emergency PMS food. "Do you want some?" she asked Claudia. "You look like you had almost as much fun as I did."

[notmyownage]

Claudia had never thought she'd be so happy to see her roommate. She poked her chin out from under the blankets. "Food that wasn't scavenged from abandoned crates." She nodded, pushing herself up carefully. "I could go with that." She looked Quinn over. "I know you weren't in the underwater city. Where'd you end up?"

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Food that isn't mutant lizard," Quinn agreed, with relish. First of what would no doubt be many oreos in her mouth, she padded over, holding out the cookies.

She swallowed. "This gross place where they'd had a nuclear war," she explained. "There were giant crabs and scorpions and creepy people in leather. Puck got me a tire iron. You were underwater?"

[notmyownage]

"Big ass city, yeah." Claudia took one of the oreos on offer and nibbled around the edges. "It was totally surreal, like everything was just frozen in the 1940s. And everyone who lived there had gone crazy and deformed and threw ice balls and meat hooks and things. I had to fight them off with my drill."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Jesus," Quinn swore, biting her lip. "I don't think I would have thought of a drill as a weapon."

She'd eat another cookie while she mulled it over, and felt grateful that most of the people in Rivet City -- if not exactly friendly -- weren't trying to kill her.

[notmyownage]

"Yeah . . . when you wake up to someone trying to claw your face off, it's kind of just instinctual." Claudia tried to shrug like it was no big deal -- and kind of failed. "We found real guns later, but, uh. I've only held one like, once." Well, twice, now. She'd even shot one of the splicer things with it. "Were there a lot of people there with you?"

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

Quinn looked a little freaked out, but didn't comment on the shooting-at-a-person thing. It wasn't like she had some magic thing to say, anyhow.

"Maybe a dozen?" she shrugged. "My apocalypse class teacher was there. That was useful."

[notmyownage]

"We had the teacher in the orange and green jumpsuit." Which Claudia had no idea was as appropriate as it was. She looked down at her half eaten cookie, then lifted it up. "To not randomly ending up in a hell hole, again."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"I'll say amen to that one," Quinn agreed, tapping a fresh cookie against Claudia's. "To real food and hot showers."

[notmyownage]

"And no psycho killers, people shaped or otherwise." Claudia shoved the rest of her cookie into her mouth. "I'll take gremlins and senile old teachers any day."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"I don't think anybody's going to argue with you about that."

[notmyownage]

"If they do, we'll vote them off the island."