Room 317, Sunday afternoon

[notmyownage]

Claudia's side of the room had been even more taken over with random electronics than usual. She was about halfway through putting together an intelligent light for the new theater director, and kept having to reign herself in from trying to make it too complicated. It was hard enough getting everything lined up in a reasonably compact casing without trying to throw in an excess of pattern storage. Turned out, manipulating light was kind of hard.

She'd probably welcome an interruption at this point, before her brain exploded.

[ooc: door is closed, post is open.]

Comments

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

So it shouldn't be a complete surprise that Jake was bad at talking. Actually, it should be rather obvious that he was since he'd spent the whole of the week hiding it out and trying to figure out what the hell he'd been thinking.

Which had led to a lot of mocking from his pack, until they got sick of it. Not as sick as they were about some other girl angst, so there was progress at least.

Or something. He had no idea, but he figured he might have to just bug her when she wasn't at the store. So yeah, her door was getting knocked on.