Room 317, Saturday morning

[notmyownage]

Claudia, not really down with the whole getting up in the morning thing, forestalled the whole issue by lazily rolling over without opening her eyes.

Only to discover that, instead of her queen-sized bed from home, she'd been sleeping on the crappy, twin-sized bed in her old dorm room. And wind up on the floor.

Right. Reunion. At least she wasn't switching bodies with someone. That had been one of Pete's favorite stories to tell for ages.

Well, she supposed she could do worse than Fandom for her vacation from the Warehouse. She could be stuck in northern Nunavut, again.

[ooc: open, should anyone else possibly be up. I caaaaaan't sleeeeeeeeeep.]

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[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"M'bladder's going to explode," came a very sleepy whine from the other bed. Quinn was at the reunion with Puck, of course, but for the sake of nostalgia -- and because Quinn hadn't really been sleeping well lately, so a night in a bed that was all her own sounded like bliss -- they'd split up for the night. "Is it morning?"

[SP = win on weekends?]

[notmyownage]

And, naturally, a dorm room came with a roommate. Claudia sat up and peered at the window. "Looks it. Too bad we didn't have an en suite back in the day, huh?"

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"How did we live without one?" Quinn groused, starting the very slow process of rolling over and out of bed. "We were -- oof -- younger. And more flexible. And you have to tell me what moisturizer you use."

[notmyownage]

Claudia blinked at what seemed like a nonsequitor. "Moisturizer?"

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Your skin," Quinn explained. "Don't lie and tell me you just have good genes. You look amazing."

She was finally standing, and looked ... not bad, for almost 37 and very pregnant, but definitely older than Claudia.

[notmyownage]

Right. Dammit, she should have prepared a story for this. "It's, uh, a secret ancient recipe." For bonding oneself with a semi-sentient building full of mysterious artifacts. "And you look good! And pregnant, wow."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

Secret ancient recipe. So -- that meant even Claudia had gone in for Botox. Quinn would have to bite the bullet and do that during her maternity leave.

"I know," she said, letting it drop for the moment. "I think this one is going to be a football player. I feel like an elephant and I still have a couple months to go."

[notmyownage]

"Awwww, you'll be so proud! Boy or a girl?" Claudia wasn't likely to ever have kids at this point, so she had to live a little vicariously.

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Not cooperating during the ultrasound," Quinn said, sounding disappointed. "I think Puck wants a boy, but Beth and I have been hoping for another girl. Are you thinking about trying yourself, or is that too rude a question?"

[notmyownage]

"Nah, it's not rude. Just . . . complicated." She technically had already exceeded the "you get to tell one person about the Warehouse" rule, and folks weren't exactly lining up to be with a woman who ran an IRS depot. Not to mention the fact that no one had been exactly forthcoming about the consequences of her actually trying to have a kid, these days. "Easy answer is it's really not likely. But I'm cool with that."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Sorry," Quinn said, a bit more subdued. She would say 'at least you have your career,' but that would sound mocking given the IRS depot thing. "At least we have lots of other options, right? I'm sure I could keep busy even without children."

[notmyownage]

Claudia waved a hand dismissively. "Trust me, I have no trouble keeping busy." No, seriously. New artifacts popped up every day, and even when they didn't, she still had to keep Pete in line. "And some of my coworkers are practically like kids themselves."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"That's one of the nice things about being a real estate agent," Quinn said, with satisfaction. "I work on my own most of the time, so the only idiots I have to deal with are the ones who want to buy houses."

[notmyownage]

"Yeah, but then you have to be nice to those idiots."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"But they give me money, and the more annoying they were, the more justified I feel in spending it," Quinn said. "So that's the fun part."

[notmyownage]

Claudia had to laugh at that one. "Point. Sounds like things are going pretty well for you. I'm glad to hear it."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"I like to think so," Quinn allowed, preening just a little. "And you seem happy, too. Do you ever get to weld things these days?"

[notmyownage]

"Heck yeah. I'm totally in charge, so I get to weld when I say I get to weld."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"That's fantastic," Quinn said brightly. Different strokes for different folks, right? "... I didn't know the IRS did a lot of welding."

[notmyownage]

Er.

"Well, you know, we're a very hands-on branch."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Oh." That didn't actually make sense to Quinn, and her oh hung awkwardly in the air as she tried to decide if she wanted to look stupid by asking more questions.

She must have decided not to.

"You're coming to the mixer tonight, right?"

[notmyownage]

"Absolutely. I hear there'll be an open bar."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Which I'm sure my husband will enjoy," Quinn said, but lightly -- it wasn't like either of them was going to have to drive. "The whole thing should be fun. Like prom for old people."

[notmyownage]

"Yeah. . . . I never really got the point of prom."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

Oh, of course she didn't.

"I just really wanted to be prom queen," Quinn said. "My mom was queen of every dance and it rubbed off. Besides, prom was fun."

[notmyownage]

"I always did like dancing." Claudia shrugged. "Hey, maybe they'll still spike the punch."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Thanks for reminding me I have to avoid that, too," Quinn grumbled. "Maybe they'll have the good kind of seltzer."

[notmyownage]

Ohhhhhh right. Claudia'd forgotten about that part of pregnancy. "There's a good kind of seltzer?"

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"There's one brand with more bubbles," Quinn explained, in the tone of one used to not being believed on this point. "With extra lime it almost tastes like you're drinking something real."

[notmyownage]

"Right. More bubbles." Well, Claudia supposed she'd heard weirder. "Got my fingers crossed for ya."