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"Right, so, you've reached Claudia. I'm totally not around right now. Sucks to be you. If you don't know what to do with this beeping noise, then you probably have more problems than just not being able to reach me."
*beeeeeeeep*
*beeeeeeeep*
( In which Claudia arrives in Eureka )
This was going to be the weirdest weekend ever.
[ooc: riffed from one of the early scenes of the Eureka episode "Crossing Over". No one ever said Eureka titles were subtle.]
This was going to be the weirdest weekend ever.
[ooc: riffed from one of the early scenes of the Eureka episode "Crossing Over". No one ever said Eureka titles were subtle.]
Warehouse 13, South Dakota, Friday
Feb. 24th, 2012 05:31 pm( In which Claudia tries to figure out relationships. And also, the Warehouse tries to kill her, again. But mostly, it's about relationships. )
Relationships sucked.
[ooc: vastly paraphrased from the episode "13.1". NFI, as Claudia's phone is 'sploded, but OOC is always welcome.]
Relationships sucked.
[ooc: vastly paraphrased from the episode "13.1". NFI, as Claudia's phone is 'sploded, but OOC is always welcome.]
To say that Claudia's last spring break wasn't going well so far would be a bit of an understatement. Artie had convinced her to skip out on Rio to be at the Warehouse for the computer upgrade, but had neglected to note that the upgrade wasn't happening until the end of the week. So why had they needed her back in town by Saturday?
( To meddle )
Okay, maybe she'd give Todd another chance. What? It wasn't like she and Matt were a thing or anything, right?
[ooc: very much summarized from season two episode . . . five-ish? Since I'm still at work. Set up for Claudia's spectacular love-triangle-turned-quadrangle of doom, woo!]
( To meddle )
Okay, maybe she'd give Todd another chance. What? It wasn't like she and Matt were a thing or anything, right?
[ooc: very much summarized from season two episode . . . five-ish? Since I'm still at work. Set up for Claudia's spectacular love-triangle-turned-quadrangle of doom, woo!]
Room 317, Monday afternoon
Feb. 6th, 2012 04:15 pmFor once, Claudia actually wasn't tinkering with something on the floor. Artie had her running searches for any pings on Ben Franklin's kite string -- she could have sworn that whole thing was a myth! -- so she was lounging on her bed while her handbuilt computer program trawled across the web for anything that screamed "two-hundred-year-old electrified twine".
Such was life as a Warehouse intern.
[ooc: expecting one, but also open.]
Such was life as a Warehouse intern.
[ooc: expecting one, but also open.]
Room 317, Saturday
Jan. 28th, 2012 10:16 pmClaudia had pieces of a Roomba, an old alarm clock, three digital recorders, and a vintage sewing machine spread out on the floor of her side of the room.
What can you build with a Roomba, an old alarm clock, three digital recorders, and a vintage sewing machine?
She'll tell you just as soon as she finishes putting it together and finding out.
[expecting one, but also open]
What can you build with a Roomba, an old alarm clock, three digital recorders, and a vintage sewing machine?
She'll tell you just as soon as she finishes putting it together and finding out.
[expecting one, but also open]
Room 317, Friday afternoon
Jan. 13th, 2012 02:16 pmClaudia was in a very good mood today. Her classes this semester were, like, the definition of easy (movies and construction? Yes, please!), Artie actually gave her the weekend off on doing inventory at the Warehouse, and she'd even gotten to spend much of last night meeting new people, eating quality Italian food, and making out with the hot new blind guy on his roommate's bed.
For revenge's sake, of course. Claudia didn't just make out with guys on their roommates' beds all willy-nilly.
So when she got back from Art of Scrap, today, she decided it was time for an impromptu one woman dance party. She put on some Talking Heads -- thanks to Scully, she was totally rocking the new wave vibe this week -- and rocked out.
Well, until she turned her ankle, tripped over nothing, and fell headlong to the floor.
"Ow," she grumbled into the carpet. Something green and scaly darted out from under her bed and her eyes went wide. "Oh no. Oh no no no no --" She tried to roll away, but wasn't fast enough. The gremlin bit her hard on the left hand, and Claudia's "no"s tapered off until she was staring dreamily at the ceiling.
"I think I want . . . meatballs," she decided, then pushed herself up to wobble off to the common room in search of cooking implements.
[ooc: establishy, with a common room post to go up momentarily!]
For revenge's sake, of course. Claudia didn't just make out with guys on their roommates' beds all willy-nilly.
So when she got back from Art of Scrap, today, she decided it was time for an impromptu one woman dance party. She put on some Talking Heads -- thanks to Scully, she was totally rocking the new wave vibe this week -- and rocked out.
Well, until she turned her ankle, tripped over nothing, and fell headlong to the floor.
"Ow," she grumbled into the carpet. Something green and scaly darted out from under her bed and her eyes went wide. "Oh no. Oh no no no no --" She tried to roll away, but wasn't fast enough. The gremlin bit her hard on the left hand, and Claudia's "no"s tapered off until she was staring dreamily at the ceiling.
"I think I want . . . meatballs," she decided, then pushed herself up to wobble off to the common room in search of cooking implements.
[ooc: establishy, with a common room post to go up momentarily!]
"You mean there's actually a whole section devoted to Christmas artifacts?" Joshua asked.
"The Aisle of Noel," Artie confirmed. "It's not as . . . joyous . . . as it might sound."
Claudia burst through the front door ahead of Myka, who'd driven her in from the airport. "Honey! I'm home! Joshua!"
Joshua was nearly all the way to his feet when Claudia smacked into him for her hug. "Woah. Okay," he said. "We won't skip Thanksgiving next year, I promise."
"She uh . . . had a rough time of it," Myka explained.
"We don't really get it," Pete offered.
"Some artifact," said Artie. "She refuses to be debriefed yet."
Claudia pulled back from the hug to give Artie a pointed look. "Hey, I've tried. You're the one who refuses to believe me about the Auditors and the Nothing eating the multiverse."
"That part I get," Artie said. "I'm just still not sure about the gnome."
"Whatever," Claudia said. "Where's my presents?"
[ooc: open for phone calls if anyone feels the need to contact mah girl.]
"The Aisle of Noel," Artie confirmed. "It's not as . . . joyous . . . as it might sound."
Claudia burst through the front door ahead of Myka, who'd driven her in from the airport. "Honey! I'm home! Joshua!"
Joshua was nearly all the way to his feet when Claudia smacked into him for her hug. "Woah. Okay," he said. "We won't skip Thanksgiving next year, I promise."
"She uh . . . had a rough time of it," Myka explained.
"We don't really get it," Pete offered.
"Some artifact," said Artie. "She refuses to be debriefed yet."
Claudia pulled back from the hug to give Artie a pointed look. "Hey, I've tried. You're the one who refuses to believe me about the Auditors and the Nothing eating the multiverse."
"That part I get," Artie said. "I'm just still not sure about the gnome."
"Whatever," Claudia said. "Where's my presents?"
[ooc: open for phone calls if anyone feels the need to contact mah girl.]
It was a little bit disturbing that the entirety of what Claudia knew still existed of the universe consisted of the school grounds. There was something deeply existential about it, and she was starting to get a little bit afraid to blink, for fear that the rest of the world would disappear entirely and she'd wake up in a mental institution back in Minneapolis or something.
She was also getting very curious about the force field and how it functioned to hold back the Nothing that surrounded them, however precariously. She knew going outside was dangerous as hell right now, but if she could figure it out, maybe she could at least jury rig something together to help shore the thing up. So there she was, several feet from the edge of everything, with a big bucket of miscellaneous objects, food-stuffs, and charge generators, throwing them at the force field and watching them disappear from existence.
She'd managed to determine conclusively that if you threw stuff at the force field, it disappeared. She was about to embark on a circuit of the thing to test for weak spots when she tripped over the slightly exposed root of an otherwise non-existent tree. She flailed for balance, one of her finger tips just barely grazing the force field.
Anyone else observing might note that if you threw Claudias at the force field, they disappeared, too.
[ooc: NFI]
She was also getting very curious about the force field and how it functioned to hold back the Nothing that surrounded them, however precariously. She knew going outside was dangerous as hell right now, but if she could figure it out, maybe she could at least jury rig something together to help shore the thing up. So there she was, several feet from the edge of everything, with a big bucket of miscellaneous objects, food-stuffs, and charge generators, throwing them at the force field and watching them disappear from existence.
She'd managed to determine conclusively that if you threw stuff at the force field, it disappeared. She was about to embark on a circuit of the thing to test for weak spots when she tripped over the slightly exposed root of an otherwise non-existent tree. She flailed for balance, one of her finger tips just barely grazing the force field.
Anyone else observing might note that if you threw Claudias at the force field, they disappeared, too.
[ooc: NFI]
Room 317, Tuesday evening
Nov. 29th, 2011 06:59 pmNot having a class to attend today meant that Claudia had spent pretty much the entire day in bed, the covers pulled up around her like a cape, futzing around with tech equipment.
So far, she's managed Derringer-sized Tesla out of her alarm clock and an old phone, and had plans worked out for a Tesla grenade -- and only scorched her pillow a little bit.
Not that there was anything to use them against.
Still, it kept her mind off the fact that her brother was missing again and she was alone in the world again and she didn't even have a rotten foster house to go back to because even Mrs. Frederick appeared to be missing.
Bitter and sulky Claudia was bitter and sulky.
And armed.
[ooc: Door closed, post open. My day sucked and is still going. Distract me?]
So far, she's managed Derringer-sized Tesla out of her alarm clock and an old phone, and had plans worked out for a Tesla grenade -- and only scorched her pillow a little bit.
Not that there was anything to use them against.
Still, it kept her mind off the fact that her brother was missing again and she was alone in the world again and she didn't even have a rotten foster house to go back to because even Mrs. Frederick appeared to be missing.
Bitter and sulky Claudia was bitter and sulky.
And armed.
[ooc: Door closed, post open. My day sucked and is still going. Distract me?]
Room 317, Monday afternoon
Nov. 21st, 2011 04:06 pmClaudia honestly hadn't paid much attention to the weirdness going on of late, beyond her worry over Peter. She hadn't heard about anything strange going on back home -- both Artie and Joshua were where they were supposed to be, and as far as Claudia knew, so were Pete and Myka and Lena and Mrs. Frederick.
She didn't really talk to anyone else from home.
But after going to help Jack with his phone, Claudia couldn't help but be just a little bit freaked. She pulled out the Farnsworth that Artie had finally given her after the whole MacPherson/H.G. Wells thing had blown up (literally, in some cases), and hit connect.
( Artie answered as promptly -- and as grumpily -- as always )
"Oh thank god," Claudia said, and snapped the Farnsworth shut. Artie would be grilling her for the reason behind that call soon enough, but at least Joshua was still okay.
[ooc: door is closed, post is open]
She didn't really talk to anyone else from home.
But after going to help Jack with his phone, Claudia couldn't help but be just a little bit freaked. She pulled out the Farnsworth that Artie had finally given her after the whole MacPherson/H.G. Wells thing had blown up (literally, in some cases), and hit connect.
( Artie answered as promptly -- and as grumpily -- as always )
"Oh thank god," Claudia said, and snapped the Farnsworth shut. Artie would be grilling her for the reason behind that call soon enough, but at least Joshua was still okay.
[ooc: door is closed, post is open]
Room 317, All day Tuesday
Nov. 8th, 2011 01:30 pmClaudia 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.]
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.]
( In which Claudia makes a rather troubling discovery. )
[ooc: Wrapping up the catch up of "MacPherson". NFI.]
[ooc: Wrapping up the catch up of "MacPherson". NFI.]
The Warehouse, South Dakota, Monday night
Oct. 11th, 2011 12:29 amClaudia 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!]
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!]
Room 317, All day Wednesday
Aug. 3rd, 2011 02:33 pmClaudia wasn't getting out of bed today for love or money. She felt like death warmed over. Like even more death even more warmed over than when she was having her life slowly drained out of her by her connection to her brother's failed attempt at teleportation, and that was hard to do. Maybe she'd managed to electrocute herself a little while playing with the rock, after all.
So, since she'd clearly managed to catch creepy Massachusetts death flu or something, she decided she deserved to have a day of lying in bed.
Then she noticed the spots where her skin was going thick, gray, and scaly. Within minutes, she was calling Artie -- while still lying in a little cocoon of blankets hidden away from the world at large. So, you know, naturally she got his answering machine. Not even voicemail, an answering machine. It was like Artie was from the stone age.
"Hey, Artie, it's me. Do you know of an artifact out there that inflicts the heartbreak of psoriasis on people?"
Blame it on an artifact. The Warehouse's own Occam's razor.
[ooc: Door is closed, but the post is open!]
So, since she'd clearly managed to catch creepy Massachusetts death flu or something, she decided she deserved to have a day of lying in bed.
Then she noticed the spots where her skin was going thick, gray, and scaly. Within minutes, she was calling Artie -- while still lying in a little cocoon of blankets hidden away from the world at large. So, you know, naturally she got his answering machine. Not even voicemail, an answering machine. It was like Artie was from the stone age.
"Hey, Artie, it's me. Do you know of an artifact out there that inflicts the heartbreak of psoriasis on people?"
Blame it on an artifact. The Warehouse's own Occam's razor.
[ooc: Door is closed, but the post is open!]
Warehouse 13, South Dakota, Sunday
Feb. 27th, 2011 02:20 pm( America's attic needs dusting. )
[ooc: NFB, open to phone calls if people want. Sort of a mish-mash rewrite of canon to try and wrap up the catch-up.]
[ooc: NFB, open to phone calls if people want. Sort of a mish-mash rewrite of canon to try and wrap up the catch-up.]
Ah, the peacefulness of a good bed and breakfast in the middle of nowhere. The birdsong of those too hearty to fly south for the winter. The soft snap and pop of the cozy fire. The pitter-patter of two young adults bickering at the tops of their lungs.
"Oh, so you want to get rid of me already?!"
"I didn't spend the last five years of my life looking for a way to bring you back for you to sit around watching Bruce Springsteen on YouTube!"
Here came the sibling rivalry. That didn't take long.
[ooc: open for phone calls and the folks who decided to stick around the B&B for spring break.]
"Oh, so you want to get rid of me already?!"
"I didn't spend the last five years of my life looking for a way to bring you back for you to sit around watching Bruce Springsteen on YouTube!"
Here came the sibling rivalry. That didn't take long.
[ooc: open for phone calls and the folks who decided to stick around the B&B for spring break.]
Claudia lead the way into the lab, leaving Jake standing watch outside. Artie, adjusted his glasses, staring around in awe.
“It really is Joshua’s lab.”
“That’s what I told you, genius.” Claudia rolled her eyes, heading for the center of the room. “Come on, ( let's do this.' )
[ooc: muchly riffed from Warehouse 13 ep 1x04, aptly named "Claudia". NFB, locked to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
need_no_moon or those in the know enough to place phone calls.]
“It really is Joshua’s lab.”
“That’s what I told you, genius.” Claudia rolled her eyes, heading for the center of the room. “Come on, ( let's do this.' )
[ooc: muchly riffed from Warehouse 13 ep 1x04, aptly named "Claudia". NFB, locked to
need_no_moon or those in the know enough to place phone calls.]Artie set Madeleine L'Engle's broach on the dashboard and wondered if the two teenagers sharing the car with him would notice the way the scenery would occasional waver and transform as they skipped through more than half the 8 hour drive to Minneapolis.
Well, it wasn't like they hadn't been exposed to the wonders of the Warehouse already.
He glanced at Claudia in the rearview mirror several times.
"You had to bring the giant along, didn't you? It couldn't have been one of your rational friends. . . ."
Claudia rolled her eyes. "He's protective, okay? He's making sure you don't offend my girlish sensibilities."
( A girl genius, a crotchety professor, and a werewolf get into a car. . . . )
[ooc: preplayed with the magnificent, marvelousmad madam mim need_no_moon. NFB, NFI. First post of at least a couple, today.]
Well, it wasn't like they hadn't been exposed to the wonders of the Warehouse already.
He glanced at Claudia in the rearview mirror several times.
"You had to bring the giant along, didn't you? It couldn't have been one of your rational friends. . . ."
Claudia rolled her eyes. "He's protective, okay? He's making sure you don't offend my girlish sensibilities."
( A girl genius, a crotchety professor, and a werewolf get into a car. . . . )
[ooc: preplayed with the magnificent, marvelous
need_no_moon. NFB, NFI. First post of at least a couple, today.]The Badlands of South Dakota, Saturday
Feb. 19th, 2011 12:16 pmThe directions Claudia had downloaded to get them from the Portalocity hub to the actual warehouse included the words "turn right into the cow pasture." Claudia couldn't help but wonder if that was some sort of joke or elaborate security measure, but she made sure they got themselves an SUV either way, and sure enough, as they made it through the cow pasture, there it was, behind a cow, even, a hulking, rusted out, massive old warehouse.
"You know," Claudia said, peering up at it. "Here I thought Fandom had shown me everything."
( Welcome to (breaking into) Warehouse 13 )
[ooc: NFB, NFI. Preplayed with theindomittable insouciant awesome need_no_moon, showmetheproof, and theotherpeter]
"You know," Claudia said, peering up at it. "Here I thought Fandom had shown me everything."
( Welcome to (breaking into) Warehouse 13 )
[ooc: NFB, NFI. Preplayed with the
need_no_moon, showmetheproof, and theotherpeter]
