Room 317, Monday afternoon
Claudia honestly hadn't paid much attention to the weirdness going on of late, beyond her worry over Peter. She hadn't heard about anything strange going on back home -- both Artie and Joshua were where they were supposed to be, and as far as Claudia knew, so were Pete and Myka and Lena and Mrs. Frederick.
She didn't really talk to anyone else from home.
But after going to help Jack with his phone, Claudia couldn't help but be just a little bit freaked. She pulled out the Farnsworth that Artie had finally given her after the whole MacPherson/H.G. Wells thing had blown up (literally, in some cases), and hit connect.
Artie answered as promptly -- and as grumpily -- as always, and Claudia let out a relieved breath.
"Hey Art-man," she said. "Just speaking totally hypothetically, if you wanted to, say, erase someone's very existence, would we have anything in the Warehouse that did that? You know, if you wanted to totally get rid of H.G. once, for all, and forever?"
Artie frowned, his massive fluffy eyebrows drawing together. She waited for a rant about misappropriation of Warehouse technology, perhaps including shouts of "DIRE CONSEQUENCES!" Instead, he tilted his head and asked: "get rid of who?"
Claudia's body went cold. "H.G. Wells. You know, the Victorian sci-fi writer who turned out to be a woman we had statuefied until MacPherson de-bronzed her?"
Artie's frown deepened. "Have you been messing with things in the hallucinogenic quandrant?"
Okay, time to try a new tactic. "Okay, uh, what if Myka suddenly didn't have a sister, would we have anything that could help with that?"
"Why would Myka want a sister?"
"Pete's sister, then!"
"Both Myka and Pete are only children, Claudia, you know that."
Okay, now Claudia was really getting freaked. "Joshua then!"
"Joshua? Why, did he do something? He wasn't messing with Rheticus aga--"
"Oh thank god," Claudia said, and snapped the Farnsworth shut. Artie would be grilling her for the reason behind that call soon enough, but at least Joshua was still okay.
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She didn't really talk to anyone else from home.
But after going to help Jack with his phone, Claudia couldn't help but be just a little bit freaked. She pulled out the Farnsworth that Artie had finally given her after the whole MacPherson/H.G. Wells thing had blown up (literally, in some cases), and hit connect.
Artie answered as promptly -- and as grumpily -- as always, and Claudia let out a relieved breath.
"Hey Art-man," she said. "Just speaking totally hypothetically, if you wanted to, say, erase someone's very existence, would we have anything in the Warehouse that did that? You know, if you wanted to totally get rid of H.G. once, for all, and forever?"
Artie frowned, his massive fluffy eyebrows drawing together. She waited for a rant about misappropriation of Warehouse technology, perhaps including shouts of "DIRE CONSEQUENCES!" Instead, he tilted his head and asked: "get rid of who?"
Claudia's body went cold. "H.G. Wells. You know, the Victorian sci-fi writer who turned out to be a woman we had statuefied until MacPherson de-bronzed her?"
Artie's frown deepened. "Have you been messing with things in the hallucinogenic quandrant?"
Okay, time to try a new tactic. "Okay, uh, what if Myka suddenly didn't have a sister, would we have anything that could help with that?"
"Why would Myka want a sister?"
"Pete's sister, then!"
"Both Myka and Pete are only children, Claudia, you know that."
Okay, now Claudia was really getting freaked. "Joshua then!"
"Joshua? Why, did he do something? He wasn't messing with Rheticus aga--"
"Oh thank god," Claudia said, and snapped the Farnsworth shut. Artie would be grilling her for the reason behind that call soon enough, but at least Joshua was still okay.
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