Claudia Donovan (
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.]
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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"It's nice to meet you, Stan," she said. "I don't think there's anything in here that could make a portal turn up. Is there?"
Like she understood what Claudia was working on.
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Especially when it was his fault.
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He didn't think GD had a genetically altered man-eating fish department, but, well, one could never tell.
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Beth was staring hard at Stan as she added, "... and they were just normal goldfish."
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Claudia shook her head. "You really gotta tell me who your father is, kid."
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"Time travel," Stan said. "Messy stuff." Then, to Beth, "Is that why you knocked them over? 'Cause they were dumb?"
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Largely because she thought goldfish were stupid, too.
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She glanced to Quinn, who shook her head. "Nope. I guess I could write a note, but I'll only do that if you're really bad."
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Stan huffed. "Time travel."
"Yeah, well, how do I know you haven't already stepped on that butterfly?"
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Apparently, the metaphor had not yet come up for her.
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"The future is doomed," Claudia decided.