Room 317, Tuesday after classes
Feb. 15th, 2011 02:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
notmyownageOther than a break for class -- and one to move to another room to make sure she didn't keep Quinn awake -- Claudia had spent all her time since seeing Stan off discovering just what, exactly, Stan had accidentally given her the password for at the Warehouse.
It wasn't much -- pretty much just surface level access to the database -- but it was a door, and once through it, Claudia managed to work her way in deeper, snagging current locations of "agents" (two, apparently, other than Artie, who apparently stuck pretty much to base-camp) and schematics for what proved to be an absolutely enormous electrical grid. The weird bit was, she couldn't track down the source for all that power. The Warehouse had a big enough drain to need its own private nuclear power plant, but it seemed to be almost entirely self-contained.
IRS paperwork warehouse, her ass.
A plan forming, she put out a few phone calls.
She was getting so close to getting her brother back, she could practically taste it.
[ooc: mostly establishy, but the room (and the phone) are totally open.]
It wasn't much -- pretty much just surface level access to the database -- but it was a door, and once through it, Claudia managed to work her way in deeper, snagging current locations of "agents" (two, apparently, other than Artie, who apparently stuck pretty much to base-camp) and schematics for what proved to be an absolutely enormous electrical grid. The weird bit was, she couldn't track down the source for all that power. The Warehouse had a big enough drain to need its own private nuclear power plant, but it seemed to be almost entirely self-contained.
IRS paperwork warehouse, her ass.
A plan forming, she put out a few phone calls.
She was getting so close to getting her brother back, she could practically taste it.
[ooc: mostly establishy, but the room (and the phone) are totally open.]
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Date: 2011-02-15 08:30 pm (UTC)Except that she'd called him to kidnap someone.
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Date: 2011-02-15 08:51 pm (UTC)Okay, so maybe technically it was kidnapping.
"Yeah, I've also managed to underwater a cactus."
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Date: 2011-02-15 09:06 pm (UTC)Claudia couldn't quite make up her mind sometimes if she liked Artie or not. He'd been very nice to her, when she was ten, but he'd also been there, in suspicious circumstances, on the worst day of her life.
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Date: 2011-02-15 09:15 pm (UTC)Tasers were totally considered humane, right?
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Date: 2011-02-15 09:20 pm (UTC)She wasn't about to put them in danger of disappearing the way Joshua had.
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