Claudia's side of the room was far too clean and organized now. Her many (many many) shoes, skirts, and art supplies were shoved into suitcases and boxes and she was curled up on her bed looking depressed.

Time to say goodbye to everyone, Claud.

The door was open.

Claudia was on the phone.

This was not entirely unusual, as Claudia was generally on the phone roughly 20 times a day.

That she wasn't getting in a word edgewise was unusual.

"But Mom," she finally stammered, "I didn't know you wanted me to come home."

A long pause.

"No, of course I miss you."

A longer pause.

"And it would be totally great to be home."

A very long pause.

"No, my brain hasn't melted! Omigod, Mom, the zombies were real."

Pause. Eyeroll.

"Yes, I have been remembering to keep the window open when I use rubber cement."

Pause. Shriek of outrage.

"I AM NOT ON DRUGS."

Pause.

"I'll see you at the airport tomorrow night. Love you too."

Claudia disconnected the phone, looked at everything that needed to be packed in a day and burst into tears.

Claudia was on her bed surrounded by sheets of tinfoil as she tried to come up with a cute design for a hat that would also allow for the awesomeness of Priestly's mohawk.

On her head was a jaunty little tinfoil bowler hat, which coordinated with the silver sandals, sleeveless tuxedo jacket, and white shorts she was wearing.

Cheerful 80s pop music was playing and the door was wide open.

[OOC: So open.]

Claudia, in her dress for the dance and bare feet, was putting the last touches on her hair and makeup.

Her door was open, music was playing and she was willing to help anyone out with hair or accessory emergencies!

After her health food workshop, complete with pomegranates and chocolate, was over, Claudia made her way back to her room and changed into something a little more comfortable: a really (really) tiny tank top that had been bedazzled within an inch of its life and a pair of bitty, bitty purple shorts. There were swimsuits with more material, but this was what Claudia felt had called to her from her wardrobe. Today clothing felt...unnecessary.

She cranked up some music and began playing with some modeling clay. Maybe those people in meta for Ghost were on the right track...

The door was cracked.

Poor, poor Claudia's roommate.

[OOC: Open!]

Claudia was on her fourth trip back and forth between her room and the cabins and she was finally finished bringing back all of her, well, shoes.

There was a lifestyle she'd become accustomed to, okay? She was currently flopped out on her bed, listening to really loud music and contemplating another walk down to the cabins.

The door was wide open.

Today was her birthday! Claudia--normally not one to get out of bed early unless there was a really good reason--was wide awake by nine.

She chose her outfit carefully today--a sequined sleeveless t-shirt, adorable flared jeans (painted with parrots and palm trees and a tiny, tasteful monkey), her old snake bracelet, and a tiara--and waited for her parents to call.

Yay, being seventeen!

[OOC: Door is closed, post is open! Post is getting a little NSFW...]

Claudia put the final touches on her dress and checked her hair for the fiftieth time in the mirror.

Oh, Lord, she loved prom.

[OOC: Up obscenely early do to road trip of doom that is happening to the mun in twenty minutes, so also establishy. Claudia would kill me if she didn't get to prom zomg.]

Claudia felt like she was missing out on some kind of holiday or something. Both her teachers had been in costume today and she loved dressing up.

She sat on her bed with her sketchpad, plotting out her outfit for tomorrow. Maybe this could turn into a week-long thing?

[OOC: Open, especially for a guy who delivers fast food omg.]

Mid-nineties grunge was playing and the door was open to the room. Claudia was on her with bed with books spread all over it so it looked like she was studying. She was really working on a new pair of earrings.

At least she was until she no longer had any fingers.

Guess this is what happens when you decide the island was ignoring you. It turns you into a peacock.

[OOC: Mostly establishy!]

Claudia has spent most of yesterday hiding from all of the tiny people who had been her classmates on Friday.

Today, the Kristy voice in her head was screaming about being a responsible babysitter too loudly to be ignored, so Claudia propped open the door to her room--and to her closet--and put a sign on the door at little person height that read: "COME GET PRETTY! DRESS UP CLOSE AND MAKE-UP!"

She hid her expensive make-up up high and waited to see what happened.

[OOC: OPEN! And Claudia's closet is tooootally moddable. You could find an innertube and a wine barrel in there, I swear.]

The things outside yesterday had been beyond gross, which was why today Claudia was wearing a big yellow rain slicker, a hat like the girl on the salt container wore, and rain boots with brightly colored flowers all over them.

She wasn't taken a chance on any cute shoes as she went to the library from the dorm, thank you very much.

She sat down behind the desk, gave a wide-eyed stare at the crabs as they scuttled around, and began going through the latest copy of Vogue. Now she was really glad her toes were covered.

Claudia was standing in front of her easel, painting a still life of the roses she'd received today.

In honor of the day, she was wearing red tights with white flowers on them, a bright pink miniskirt, a black tank top and one of her dad's white dress shirts, which she'd decorated with hearts and flowers. She'd topped the whole thing off with a white beret with an enormous red heart pinned onto it.

She hummed happily to herself as she painted, reliving some of the better parts of the dance in her mind.

The door was open.

[OOC: And so's the post.]

Claudia was dressed in a white tuxedo and black vest, hair back in a tight braid so it wouldn't get in the way of the pink wig that would be going on at the last minute, and bare feet except for the bright red nail polish (with little white hearts) she'd put on last night.

The door was wide open, the mix tape of music that Priestly made for her was blasting, and she was there for anyone looking for hair help or to borrow accessories. Lord knew she had enough of them...

[OOC: Open! And while Claudia dresses herself like a blind person, she does show restraint on others...]

Claudia had changed her clothes 16 24 four different times (four. Really.) as she waited for Priestly.

She kept looking at her reflection in the mirror, trying to decide if she needed another bracelet. She had three silver ones on her right arm that matched the giant silver hoops earrings in her ears (as much as anything Claudia ever wore matched each other). She thought they offset her bright red, sleeveless, more than a little slinky satin shirt and ridiculously tight jeans. She'd added a pair of very tall (but awesome) black heels to her feet and red stripes to her hair. On anyone, the effect would have been "trying a little too hard." For Claudia, it was positively restrained. It also looked great.

The door was wide open and early 90s pop blasted from her boombox. Not that she was dancing around. The heels were too high for that.

[OOC: For the daaaaaaate.]

It was very hard to get a painting finished with the phone going to voicemail all the time, Claudia discovered.

Besides, between people thinking she was transferring, drug addicted and pregnant (?!!), she was hardly in the most artistic frame of mind.

"They're baaaaaaaaaack!" Claudia squealed, doing a dance in the middle of her room while holding no less than six terrifying fuzzy sweaters.

"I have tops again!"

She was wearing three of them today, just to be sure: bright yellow and brilliant pink tank tops under a black cardigan sweater, pink, blue, and purple Hammer pants baggie pants, and green Chuck Taylors.

"I have to paint about this!" she declared--again, aloud, to an empty room--and pulled out her easel. She kicked the door open--no paint-fume induced hallucinations for her today, thank you--and began to sketch out an interpretation of the drug abuse assembly from yesterday.

Claudia had come back from movie class (omigod a class about movies!) and changed into more artistic clothing (and a beret, of course), then began to decorate her room.

Where Zayne also lived. Poor, poor Zayne.

The walls were a blinding bright yellow (because he said he liked yellow), and she was now painting flowers and butterflies on her side of the room.

His side had been decorated with green aliens with tiny antennae. Because he was "from another galaxy."

The door was open to release the paint fumes and Cher was blasting out of her boombox.

[OOC: Room destroyed painted with the roomie's gracious permission. Open door, open post!]

Hi! Another blast from the 80s here for you! Meet Claudia Kishi of the Baby-sitters Club!

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"Hello! You've reached Claudia. I'm not in right now--either off painting or sculpting or babysitting or something--so leave a message and I'll call you back!"