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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[notmyownage]

"What would we do, give you detention?" Claudia snorted. "We're just kids, too, you know."

[momhadafatday.livejournal.com]

"You could tattle to our real moms," Beth said. "Couldn't you?"

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."

[notmyownage]

"There's an idea." Claudia composed a letter in the air. "'Dear other me: Please explain to Stan that you can't hint at stuff and then not explain it later."

Stan huffed. "Time travel."

"Yeah, well, how do I know you haven't already stepped on that butterfly?"

[momhadafatday.livejournal.com]

"Why would somebody want to step on a butterfly?" Beth wanted to know. "They're all pretty and stuff."

Apparently, the metaphor had not yet come up for her.

[nudged.livejournal.com]

"Maybe it's a genetically modified butterfly with a taste for human flesh," Stan said.

"The future is doomed," Claudia decided.