Outside Mummy cabin, Saturday morning

[notmyownage]

The last thing a hungover girl wanted to be doing was sifting through the trash. But when that hungover girl had spent the afternoon before throwing out all her books, research papers, and gathered supplies? That was just what she was doing.

"Oh god, oh god, please be here, oh god."

Like attacking the trebuchet, getting trashed on mojitos, flashing the bar tender, drunk dialing one of her best friends, and crashing for the night in the graveyard wasn't enough.

[ooc: establishing, but can totally be open, too.]

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[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

Peter very slowly approached, his hands up. "I come in peace," he said, a bit wary.

[notmyownage]

Claudia's reactions weren't as fast as she normally might like, what with the hangover and the distraction of utter despair. She turned, startled, then groaned.

"I don't have a sledgehammer this time. I think you're safe."

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"I'm pretty sure something was in the water yesterday," Peter said. "It was actually... pretty terrifying, to be honest." He was actually more horrified at his own behavior than anything else.

[notmyownage]

Claudia nodded slowly. "So you don't really think science is more important than people, right?"

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

Peter actually wretched a bit, a knee jerk reaction. "No. Definitely not," he said. "If there's anything I can say for certain, it's that people are more important than science. Every time."

[notmyownage]

That was quite the reaction. She had to say she agreed.

"I don't actually believe that we're controlled by angry gods." She shuddered. "There was something seriously wrong with yesterday."

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

Peter almost mentioned the loving card he'd hand-made for Walter yesterday. He decided against it. "I'm just glad no one got physically hurt," he said. "Anything I can help you salvage, material wise?"

[notmyownage]

Claudia looked down at the trashcan she was sifting through. "I threw out my research. All of it. Books. Notes. Materials." Her voice got a little squeaky and she took a deep breath. "It doesn't look like they took the trash out, yet, so it has to be here somewhere, right?"

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"It has to be," Peter said, calmly. "So I'll be a second pair of eyes and hands. Think of it as paying you back for the Judas line."

[notmyownage]

"I did push you over and threaten to beat you up. We might be kind of even." That didn't mean she wouldn't appreciate help looking, though. "Something in the water explains better than 'a Fandom thing'."

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Of course, if it was something in the water, it wouldn't be over in twenty-four hours," Peter said. He started digging around, looking for anything that might be Claudia's. "Not that I want to use the magic explanation. Yet."

[notmyownage]

"Just because science hasn't explained it yet doesn't mean it can't be explained." That was kind of becoming a mantra for her. "Just be glad you didn't get trashed and drunk dial people. Unless you did. Which might make it sort of a weirdly specific water thingy."

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"That's normally my line," Peter said, still poking through the trash. "You hear anything about this dance tonight?" he asked, all slick.

[notmyownage]

Claudia nodded. "Scully mentioned it. She wasn't sure about going, but it kinda sounds like fun." She spotted something brown under a paper cup and grabbed onto it. It was a book, rather old looking, with the name "Rheticus" embossed on the cover in faded gold. "Yes!"

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"There, see, it's all still here," Peter said. "You just might want to... douse it with some perfume or something to change the smell."

[notmyownage]

"Perfume and paper don't always mix. Maybe I can just air it out." Claudia waved the book gently in the air. "So . . . you going to the dance?"

Because she was totally slick, too.

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"I could," Peter said, elbow deep in trash. "After this I'd probably have to shower and change, of course. If I had a reason to go."

Smooth operator.

[notmyownage]

"It'll be fun," Claudia decided. "And there'll be people there, people who are possibly all as kind of freaked out and embarrassed as we are." She dug out a handful of papers and her bunsen burner. "I might even wear a dress."

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Well, that's a pretty good reason," Peter agreed. He then pulled his hands out of the trash, a collection of papers in those same hands.

"Well hello there. I think these might be yours."

[notmyownage]

Claudia leaned over, spotting a diagram of Rheticus' compass and some chemical formulas. "Well, either that, or I have competition in the weird science department in the cabin."

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Well if that's the case, we'll have to pool our resources to beat them," Peter said. "Starting with the dance?"

[notmyownage]

"You want to do experiments at the dance?"

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Depends," Peter said. "Does dancing count as an experiment?"

[notmyownage]

"It could be. If the two people have never danced together before. We'd need a hypothesis."

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"My hypothesis says it should be fun," Peter said. "And there will be a distinct lack of stomped toes."

[notmyownage]

"That's definitely a testable result. I'd look forward to seeing if you're correct."

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"We'll test this tonight," Peter said, looking down at his hands. "Definitely taking a shower first."

[notmyownage]

"Oh god, yes. And I'm gonna need to get some aspirin." She piled the items she'd found so far together. "I'll meet you there?"

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"See you there, yeah," Peter said. He was glad they had seemingly mutually agreed that yesterday was to be written off without actually saying anything to the effect.

[notmyownage]

As far as Claudia was concerned, she'd apologized and established neither of them meant it. There was nothing else to talk about it.

"Thanks for helping."

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Least I could do," Peter said, before heading off.

[bamf-tastic.livejournal.com]

"What's wrong?" Kurt asked, as he walked up. He'd missed most of yesterday's events.

[notmyownage]

Claudia blinked up at him. "I, uh. I accidentally threw some stuff out." Yeah, it wasn't so much of an accident at the time. He didn't need to know that. "Really important stuff."

[bamf-tastic.livejournal.com]

"Oh, no!!!" Kurt leaned in and started getting in her way helping out. "What stuff? What did it look like? Papers and things?"

[notmyownage]

Claudia nodded. "And books and jars of stuff. All my research."

Yeah. She accidentally threw out the stuff she'd been kind of obsessed with the whole time she was here.

[bamf-tastic.livejournal.com]

Kurt stared at her. "You threw it away ACCIDENTALLY?!?!? Were you brain-damaged at the time?!?"

[notmyownage]

"Uh. Possibly." She glanced over at him. "Did you notice anything . . . weird . . . yesterday?"

[bamf-tastic.livejournal.com]

"I wasn't really paying attention, yesterday?" Kurt answered. "But... On this island, weird is pretty much normal."

[notmyownage]

"Yeah, well, it doesn't always get me swearing off science and breaking stuff."