_claudia_d (_claudia_d) wrote in omega_reality, @ 2013-01-12 08:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2013 01, character: claudia donovan, dead: eric beale |
RP: Claudia/Eric
Who: Claudia/Eric
When: Saturday morning, 1-12-13
Where: Their room
Summary: Claudia's mind is a whirl, and she misses surfing.
Claudia woke late Saturday morning - really, closer to noon - and declared, "I miss surfing." She'd been dreaming about surfing before reality intruded by way of having to pee, probably because of all the water.
Throwing off the covers, she headed to the bathroom, wearing her sleep shirt and boxers, and returned to the bedroom refreshed and with less bed-head. She looked out the window, to the excitement of more rain, and harrumphed. "I so miss surfing," she said again, even though it was January and they couldn't surf when there were seals around. She glanced at Eric, who was stirring awake, and asked, "Don't you miss surfing? We might not get to surf again before we leave to go after the others and there might not be surfing in whatever dimension they ended up in. Derek said we might end up somewhere with snow all the time. I live in South Dakota and there's no question that I know about snow, but I stay inside where it's warm and dry and snow-free. We might not have housing where we go, and I need to figure out if long underwear can be used in multiple ways in case we end up in sauna-land instead. I need to make a date with John."
Claudia dug her laptop out of her bug out bag, plopped on the bed cross-legged, and powered it up.