Room 317, Saturday evening

[notmyownage]

Claudia had managed to lose her little stalker twice during the day -- but Stan was nothing if not persistent, and he managed to follow her all the way back to the dorms, where she proceeded to try to ignore him while he puttered about with her stuff, giving her tools a whir and basically pressing as many buttons as possible.

It was what he did.

"Geez, stop fidgeting," Claudia said finally. "Just . . . go online, or something."

It might be a long weekend.

[ooc: primarily for the kid, but the door and room are totally open.]

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[nudged.livejournal.com]

"I didn't do it!" It was sort of Stan's default response to anger. Which made sense, since he was usually in trouble for, well, pushing buttons. "You're letting me use your laptop?"

[notmyownage]

Claudia sighed. "Just the browser, okay? I have a project I'm working on that I don't need you messing with."

[nudged.livejournal.com]

Stan had already opened up the laptop and started typing away. He paused. "Oh. Oops?"

[notmyownage]

"Oops?" Claudia's eyes went wide. "What oops?" She hurried over to peer over his shoulder. "What'd you -- oh my god." The program she'd had up and running to try and hack into Artie's secure server was no longer flashing numbers. Stan had done something. He'd -- "You got in. How'd you get in?!"

[nudged.livejournal.com]

"I used the password."

[notmyownage]

"You know the password?!"

[nudged.livejournal.com]

"Well, yeah. You let me help out when Gramps isn't around to complain."

[notmyownage]

"I let you . . . who are you?"

[nudged.livejournal.com]

Stan sighed. She'd definitely been messing with something in the warehouse.

"Stanley Arturo Donovan-Fargo. Your son."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

Quinn looked sheepish when she came into the room, trailed by Beth and laden down with shopping bags.

She'd run out of other things to do with a little girl in winter, and shopping filled the time.

"Hey," she said languidly. (Or trying for languid, since she was pretty sure Claudia might be upset if she wasn't too distracted by sudden children.) "Is that your kid?"

[notmyownage]

Claudia sighed, far too distracted by sudden children to even begin giving Quinn a proper hard time. "Apparently. But he says he's not allowed to tell me anything else about himself." She looked at Beth and waved a little. "She yours?"

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"That's what she says," Quinn answered. "Mine and Puck's."

.. she could maybe someday try not to sound like she couldn't believe it.

[momhadafatday.livejournal.com]

"I'm Beth Fabray-Puckerman," Beth supplied, very nicely. "I'm seven. Do you live with my mom?"

[notmyownage]

"When the room's free, yeah." Okay, maybe she wasn't as distracted as all that. "I'm Claudia."

[nudged.livejournal.com]

Stan stuck out his hand. "I'm Stan. I'm ten. This isn't my fault."

[momhadafatday.livejournal.com]

Beth looked very confused as she took the hand. "Why would it be your fault? Do you make portals or something?"

[nudged.livejournal.com]

"Not on purpose." Stan wanted to make that bit very clear. "If they didn't want me pushing the buttons, they shouldn't make them so big and shiny."

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

Peter was on his way back from the common room to his own when he peeked in Claudia's open door.

"Wow, you have one too?" he said, a mite surprised.

[nudged.livejournal.com]

Stan waved. "I'm Stan. Who're you?"

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"I'm Peter," he replied, kind of amused. "You... wow, you're a chip off the old block, aren't you?"

[notmyownage]

"Is not," Claudia protested. Though even she had to admit he really kind of was. "Where's your enigmatic rugrat?"

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Oh, when I said 'too', I meant generally," Peter said. "I myself seem to be blessed with the knowledge that I know birth control methods in all possible futures. Or something like that."

[notmyownage]

"Or maybe you're sterile." Claudia had to. Peter walked straight into it.

Stan snorted and ducked his head into his hands. His mom was talking about sex stuff!

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"I think we're scarring your other universe self's offspring," Peter said. "Do you think she'll charge us for any therapy?"

[notmyownage]

"Considering how much therapy I'm going to be in? I think she'll call it even."