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.]

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[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

Quinn wandered back to the room after lunch and started going through her drawer trying to find the cute gray yoga pants for sorority. She kept coming up with the ones with the hole.

Her life was hard, yo.

"Who has a broken dimension?" she asked, half-interested. "And have you seen my purple t-shirt with the stripey thing?"

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

Sometime after Ethics, Jack appeared knocking on Claudia's door with his laptop under his arm.

"Claudia? Do you have a minute. I have... technical issues."