The Warehouse, South Dakota, Monday night

[notmyownage]

Claudia had come back to South Dakota for Fall Break only to discover that things with the creepy former Warehouse agent, some skeeze-ball named "MacPherson", had upped his game, trapping Myka's parents using Jack the Ripper's lantern and threatening the crap out of Myka and Pete.

Which, you know, was exciting.

Artie had put Claudia immediately to work on the computers, trying to track down where MacPherson would end up next. He'd stolen Edgar Allen Poe's pen and notebook, giving them a small lead on tracking him down.

"Woah. Got a hit." Claudia shifted slightly to give Artie a clearer view of her laptop. "Apparently MacPherson decided to put Poe's pen up for auction on eBay. So, you know, either he's an idiot, or --"

"Here, click to see what other items the seller has for sale --"

"-- Wait, Artie, don't --" Claudia groaned. "-- You know, I always run a virus check before clicking unknown websites."

Artie looked abashed at the laughing skull that had appeared on the computer screen. "Ah, yes, good idea. Uh, maybe if you --"

"No touchy!"

It was going to be a long week.

[ooc: lalalala, vacations mean time for canon catch up!]