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[claudiometer]

Claudia's at a well-lit table, digging into another in a seemingly endless line of Teslas. (There can't be that many of the damn things, or everyone would get to carry their own, but still. Sometimes she wonders why she took on this project...
...and that's usually about the time she remembers the Spine case.)
She's feeling much more like herself, thanks very much, and wouldn't necessarily mind an interruption.

(OOC: Aaaaand at this point, any further threads will be Millitimed to before Moist's. :D)

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[morethanprops]

There are quite a lot of Teslas, all just laying out there and Moist is on his way out the door as he pockets one. He chooses a moment when Claudia looks to be fully occupied.

[claudiometer]

Well, she doesn't have them all with her. That would be excessive, not to mention Mrs. F would probably raise an eyebrow. But she was working on two today; the process is getting a little faster as she gets used to--
...Wait a second.
She kind of blinks at the empty space where the finished Tesla was sitting, then starts looking around to see where it got to.

[morethanprops]

Its not currently visible but there is a slight bulge in Moist's jacket pocket as he starts to open the door.

He takes his time as while he should be safe in this inn with his string of luck, that might change.

[claudiometer]

She, of course, catches it juuuust as he's heading out the door. And then she all but scrambles after him, praying no one else gets the same bright idea with the one that's half torn apart.
"--Hey!"

[morethanprops]

Moist doesn't make a sound just tries to slip through the door, but his luck doesn't hold and a tray goes flying, wedging a cup in the door.