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Claudia Donovan ([personal profile] notmyownage) wrote2011-02-12 09:30 pm
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Room 317, Saturday evening

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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notmyownage: (*is ponderous*)

[personal profile] notmyownage 2011-02-13 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
Claudia sighed. "Just the browser, okay? I have a project I'm working on that I don't need you messing with."

[identity profile] nudged.livejournal.com 2011-02-13 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
Stan had already opened up the laptop and started typing away. He paused. "Oh. Oops?"
notmyownage: (*goes "omg!"*)

[personal profile] notmyownage 2011-02-13 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
"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?!"

[identity profile] nudged.livejournal.com 2011-02-13 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
"I used the password."
notmyownage: (*goes "yuh-huh"*)

[personal profile] notmyownage 2011-02-13 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
"You know the password?!"

[identity profile] nudged.livejournal.com 2011-02-13 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, yeah. You let me help out when Gramps isn't around to complain."
notmyownage: (*likes the look of that*)

[personal profile] notmyownage 2011-02-13 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
"I let you . . . who are you?"

[identity profile] nudged.livejournal.com 2011-02-13 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
Stan sighed. She'd definitely been messing with something in the warehouse.

"Stanley Arturo Donovan-Fargo. Your son."
notmyownage: (*goes "hmph"*)

[personal profile] notmyownage 2011-02-13 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
Claudia stared at him. A lot.

This was one of those "only in Fandom" things, wasn't it?

"My son." She shook her head. "Wait, I named you Stanley?"

[identity profile] nudged.livejournal.com 2011-02-13 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
"It was Uncle Joshua's idea. He didn't think you'd. . . ." Stanley trailed off, spotting the look on his mom's face.
notmyownage: (*is emo*)

[personal profile] notmyownage 2011-02-13 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
Claudia had frozen as soon as he'd mentioned Joshua's name. "You. . . . You know Joshua."

[identity profile] nudged.livejournal.com 2011-02-13 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
Stan nodded. "He buys the best Christmas presents."
notmyownage: (*has hands on head*)

[personal profile] notmyownage 2011-02-13 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
"I, uh." Claudia rubbed her head. "I haven't -- he's okay?"

[identity profile] nudged.livejournal.com 2011-02-13 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. He's. . . ." Stan trailed off again. He looked around the room, at the notes and books and the laptop and the other bed, then back at Claudia, who didn't know who he was and hadn't seen Uncle Joshua and looked blank when he mentioned Gramps and didn't know how to access the Warehouse computer system.

". . . Oh."

The portal was through time. He'd messed with the timeline.

So many people were going to kill him.
notmyownage: (*goes "omg!"*)

[personal profile] notmyownage 2011-02-13 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh? What 'oh'? There is no 'oh', here, kid. I want answers!"

[identity profile] nudged.livejournal.com 2011-02-13 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
"IIIII don't think I'm s'posed to tell you anything else."
notmyownage: (*goes "yuh-huh"*)

[personal profile] notmyownage 2011-02-13 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Too bad! Spill!"

[identity profile] nudged.livejournal.com 2011-02-13 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
Stan swallowed. Timelines were delicate things. His dad had told him that a million times. Even if it was the reason Dad was head of GD and he'd met Mom and Stan existed at all, he could end up changing everything and then Mr. Carter would be, like, married to Jo and Myka would be an assassin out to kill Mrs. Frederick and Vincent would never make him special chicken nuggets again.

He sat down on the floor and looked up at his mom with his biggest, most innocent look ever, the one that got even Mr. Carter to sigh and forgive him for whatever he'd just messed up.
notmyownage: (*is groaning*)

[personal profile] notmyownage 2011-02-13 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
Claudia groaned. "Oh crap, that's totally my innocent face. Let me guess, you don't want to create any paradoxes?"

[identity profile] nudged.livejournal.com 2011-02-13 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
Stan nodded. He mimed buttoning his lips.

The silence lasted all of, oh, five seconds.

"Do you have any cookies?"
notmyownage: (*has thinky-thoughts*)

[personal profile] notmyownage 2011-02-13 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
Claudia heaved a long suffering sigh, then dug out one of her muffins from J,GoB, and tossed it to him.

"Here, kid. If you got any of my metabolism, you've been wanting to ask that all day."

[identity profile] nudged.livejournal.com 2011-02-13 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Banana nut. Good choice. Dad says you need more potassium."
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