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Claudia Donovan ([personal profile] notmyownage) wrote2011-11-08 01:30 pm
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Room 317, All day Tuesday

Claudia had barely made it to class yesterday, and once she'd seen they were doing a movie, had spent the whole time brainstorming in her notebook.

Why? Well, see, this weekend she'd gotten a really terrible voicemail. And it was the kind of thing she couldn't not follow up on.

Too bad she was running into dead-ends whatever she tried. Not that it was ever easy to hack into another dimension entirely to trace phone records.

Then she got the email from Portalocity.

"Technical difficulties, huh? Does that mean you broke my friend's dimension?"

What? It made as much sense as any other explanation.

[ooc: door is mostly closed, post is entirely open.]

[identity profile] chief-cheerio.livejournal.com 2011-11-08 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hackers?" Quinn wondered. "On TV when the whole Internet goes down it's always hackers. Or terrorists."

"Either way," she added, "I hope you find him. You sound sort of worried."

[identity profile] chief-cheerio.livejournal.com 2011-11-09 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't blame you," Quinn said. "The island's been behaving itself for practically a month. It's past time for things to get bizarre again."

[identity profile] chief-cheerio.livejournal.com 2011-11-09 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
Quinn groaned. "Don't say that. You're going to give it ideas and it'll be normal all year and then just explode in a big shower of weird on the day of prom."

[identity profile] chief-cheerio.livejournal.com 2011-11-09 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
"I just don't like it when I totally lose my mind," Quinn said. "At least you can hit monsters with a stick or something."