notmyownage: (*is half-asleep w/o frog pajamas*)
2010-09-26 03:22 pm
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Room 317, Sunday afternoon

Claudia's side of the room had been even more taken over with random electronics than usual. She was about halfway through putting together an intelligent light for the new theater director, and kept having to reign herself in from trying to make it too complicated. It was hard enough getting everything lined up in a reasonably compact casing without trying to throw in an excess of pattern storage. Turned out, manipulating light was kind of hard.

She'd probably welcome an interruption at this point, before her brain exploded.

[ooc: door is closed, post is open.]
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notmyownage: (*has a to-do list*)
2010-07-08 02:18 pm
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Room 317, Thursday afternoon

Claudia's alarm clock was fritzing. A smart ass might point out that this was because it was currently in pieces, strewn across the floor (or at least, her half of the floor, she didn't want to risk the unknown wrath of her new roommate by encroaching on her territory with tiny bits of plastic and silicon), but she'd point out that it was, in fact, fritzing before she took it apart. She was just looking to fix the problem.

And, okay, see if she could get it to pick up interdimensional radio signals. Or at least HD and satellite.

[ooc: door and post are open.]
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