Room 317, All day Tuesday

[notmyownage]

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.]

Comments

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"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."

[notmyownage]

Considering Peter was making final requests, Claudia didn't think she was worrying needlessly.

Quinn didn't need to know that part, though.

"Yeah, it's probably something like that. I'm just a worrier."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"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."

[notmyownage]

"I wonder if things actually end up worse the longer it goes without doing something? Someone should start charting that stuff."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

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."

[notmyownage]

"Honestly, I'm okay with weird. It's when things try to eat us that I start to freak out."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"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."

[notmyownage]

Claudia grimaced, showing off still fairly pointy teeth. "Right. I try not to think about that bit."