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[acts_of_claudia]

[The video cuts in on a redheaded girl with one shock of green hair grinning at the camera]

So is it just me or does that [air quotes] "orientation" thing need a little spicing up? Seriously. I didn't know whether I was going to the grand inquisitor's office or if I was back in the... uh... [She cringes, realizing what she almost just said. Grinning suddenly she waves it off] in bed having some weird-ass dream or something.

I do feel kinda gypped, though. [She mocks the woman's voice] "your housing companions will assist you in becoming ready." Yeah well I don't have any "housing companions" so I guess I'm on my own. [beat] Again.

[Yeah this is so familiar. Left alone in an unfamiliar place. Groovy. Yeah. She's done it before and she can do it again. She shrugs, shooting the camera a lopsided grin]

So I guess what I'm really saying is: Is there any place a girl can get a burger around here? I'm starving.

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[acts_of_claudia]

[Claudia's quite comfy spinning around and around in her chair with her tablet on the open windowsill. When the door bursts open she plants her feet, bringing her spinning to a halt]

Dude, haven't you ever heard of the grand invention called knocking? Really. All the cool kids are doing it.

/really needs a better Them icon

[curatesecrets]

[there's a lot of flustered wordless stammering going on for a moment, gibberish mostly, with a few variations on "what", "you", "this", and "just". he strangles the air in front of him ineffectually, raises his hands as though he's about to bury them in his hair, then closes them into fists, closes his eyes, and breathes out sharply, lowering his hands to his sides]

[when he opens his eyes again, he's smirking.]

Knock knock, Claudia.

[acts_of_claudia]

[She cracks up, doing another 360 in the chair before propelling herself to her feet and forward towards Artie.]

Careful, there, gramps, you looked like you were about to have a stroke or something.

Also: Stealing my lines? Come on, at least come up with something original. [But she's grinning as she teases. Hello Artie she really is glad you're here what]

[curatesecrets]

Please. You'll have to do more than open a window to get rid of me.

[raising one eyebrow, he adjusts his coat. please don't hug him. please don't hug him. please don't hug him.]

[acts_of_claudia]

Yeah. You're like the one fly that gets into the room and won't leave no matter how many windows or doors you open.

[She grins. She wasn't going to hug you but, well, you look so damn uncomfortable that she can't help but make it worse! Have a hug, Artimus]

[curatesecrets]

Oh, so I'm a fly now? [that particular line of grumping gets cut short as she hugs him, however, and he makes a few stammered noises of protest before giving in and patting her awkwardly on the back. thump thump.]

[acts_of_claudia]

[She laughs, letting go of him with a smirk]

Would you rather be Jeff Goldblum?

[i.e. cheer up, old man.]

[curatesecrets]

Jeff who?

[he shakes his head, though he can't stop smiling. damn, why is it suddenly impossible to grump at her.

oh right, because she's here, and now there's someone he KNOWS. since when is he used to having people to talk to? he's going to have to yell at Mrs. Frederic about that when he gets home. or, you know. attempt to.

it was a good thought while it lasted]

[acts_of_claudia]

Seriously? It's like you have no life at all. [beat]</> Oh wait, I forgot who I'm talking to.

[She sees the cracks in your grumpy exterior, old man. You can't hide from her! Of course the fact that she's grinning is pretty much evidence enough that she's just as grateful he's there, too.]