Room 317, Saturday evening
Oct. 2nd, 2010 07:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
notmyownageClaudia, still blissfully unaware that she actually did have a visitor, this weekend, was spending her time stretched out on her bed with her computer, surfing through theatrical lighting design websites.
Turned out, lighting a stage could be super complex. Apparently enough to get her slightly breathless.
Wait, that wasn't right. . . .
She shook her head to clear it, then rubbed her eyes as a dizzy spell overtook her.
She was in a darkened space, one she felt like she should recognize, but she couldn't make out any details.
But it was all okay, because Joshua was there. He towered above her, washed out in blue and white from a spotlight, exactly as she remembered him. He was looking off into the darkness, talking to someone she couldn't make out.
"Professor Nielsen. I'm Joshua Donovan." He smiled, his hand wrapped around hers. She leaned forward to peer into the darkness, but still couldn't make the figure out.
"Joshua, who --" And then, as quickly as it had started, it was over. She was back on her bed, her computer in front of her just like it should be. Everything was back to being perfectly normal.
". . . That was weird." Claudia rubbed her forehead, then decided maybe it was just low blood sugar. That could totally make you hallucinate, right? She leaned down and pulled a can of coke from under her bed. "Ew, warm soda."
Ah well.
[ooc: Open, should anyone want to stop by! I've been meaning to get that started foreeeeeever. . . .]
Turned out, lighting a stage could be super complex. Apparently enough to get her slightly breathless.
Wait, that wasn't right. . . .
She shook her head to clear it, then rubbed her eyes as a dizzy spell overtook her.
She was in a darkened space, one she felt like she should recognize, but she couldn't make out any details.
But it was all okay, because Joshua was there. He towered above her, washed out in blue and white from a spotlight, exactly as she remembered him. He was looking off into the darkness, talking to someone she couldn't make out.
"Professor Nielsen. I'm Joshua Donovan." He smiled, his hand wrapped around hers. She leaned forward to peer into the darkness, but still couldn't make the figure out.
"Joshua, who --" And then, as quickly as it had started, it was over. She was back on her bed, her computer in front of her just like it should be. Everything was back to being perfectly normal.
". . . That was weird." Claudia rubbed her forehead, then decided maybe it was just low blood sugar. That could totally make you hallucinate, right? She leaned down and pulled a can of coke from under her bed. "Ew, warm soda."
Ah well.
[ooc: Open, should anyone want to stop by! I've been meaning to get that started foreeeeeever. . . .]
