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?"

[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?"

[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.