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Room 317, Saturday afternoon
Jan. 9th, 2010 04:35 pmClaudia figured that poking at a possibly transdimensional cellphone wasn't too likely to blow something up or set anything on fire, so she was totally down with doing it in her room.
Of course, then Jacob's phone started ringing. Which was a little weird, what with it being pried open and all, but, hey, that just meant it was durable, right?
Okay, and possibly that she was running the risk of getting electrocuted, but that wasn't the point.
The point was: should she listen to his voicemail? It might be private. On the other hand, it might be important and something she should let him know about. Or at least give the person who was calling his temporary new number. And, hey, if he didn't have his voicemail locked with a passcode, then that was his problem, right? Right.
. . . And now she was wondering what "little number" Jacob had been telling some kilted dude about, and why it was paradigm changing. So, hey, she should totally call that dude back.
Of course, then her phone rang, with a completely inexplicable message, and Claudia started to wonder if maybe she was tinkering with something best left alone.
. . . But that was no fun, so she figured she'd just call that person back, too.
[ooc: room can totally be open, post will totally be updated as needed.]
Of course, then Jacob's phone started ringing. Which was a little weird, what with it being pried open and all, but, hey, that just meant it was durable, right?
Okay, and possibly that she was running the risk of getting electrocuted, but that wasn't the point.
The point was: should she listen to his voicemail? It might be private. On the other hand, it might be important and something she should let him know about. Or at least give the person who was calling his temporary new number. And, hey, if he didn't have his voicemail locked with a passcode, then that was his problem, right? Right.
. . . And now she was wondering what "little number" Jacob had been telling some kilted dude about, and why it was paradigm changing. So, hey, she should totally call that dude back.
Of course, then her phone rang, with a completely inexplicable message, and Claudia started to wonder if maybe she was tinkering with something best left alone.
. . . But that was no fun, so she figured she'd just call that person back, too.
[ooc: room can totally be open, post will totally be updated as needed.]
