Claudia, still blissfully unaware that she actually did have a visitor, this weekend, was spending her time stretched out on her bed with her computer, surfing through theatrical lighting design websites.

Turned out, lighting a stage could be super complex. Apparently enough to get her slightly breathless.

Wait, that wasn't right. . . .

( Cut for a tiny bit of progress towards a canon catch-up )

". . . That was weird." Claudia rubbed her forehead, then decided maybe it was just low blood sugar. That could totally make you hallucinate, right? She leaned down and pulled a can of coke from under her bed. "Ew, warm soda."

Ah well.

[ooc: Open, should anyone want to stop by! I've been meaning to get that started foreeeeeever. . . .]