4th Floor Common Room, Saturday afternoon

[leavingthenest.livejournal.com]

Weird things were going on. Rapunzel was still very sensitive to that sort of thing around the island, and it still made her anxious and worried.

But this one felt different. Whatever was going on this time, it had other people worried. And though she rarely said so, having everyone around her take the weirdness in stride was oddly reassuring.

So she was stress baking. Well, stress cooking in general.

She'd already made bread, cookies, muffins, and then more cookies. Now she was working on a quiche. Trying to take her mind of off things, and (in the back of her head) hoping that the smell of food would draw someone in to talk to her.

She didn't want to feel alone right now.

The Roof, Saturday night

[notmyownage]

Claudia had spent a fair chunk of her time over Thanksgiving alternating between harassing Artie and her brother on a frighteningly regular basis and going out to the Causeway to try sending various objects across as many different ways and at as many different points as possible.

So far, she'd learned pretty much nothing at all, other than that sometimes the objects came back and sometimes they really, really didn't.

She'd taken the time to add Peter and her mystery caller to the new bulletin board and scan it, looking for patterns, then had grabbed her guitar and headed to the roof. She was too stressed out, right now. She needed to decompress a little. As usual, she'd picked a song rather before her time to try her hand at.

( She was cut off by the buzz of her Farnsworth )

Claudia threw her phone across the roof with a howled "No!".

[ooc: open roof is open. Claudia's howl is pretty impressive (at 1:29).]