shout when you wanna get off the ride

[It's been a while since Claudia's face has been seen on the Network, it's true. And the look on said face at the moment is one of mild amusement. Her hair is rather a mess, no colored streak, no jewelry even (except for the multiple ear-piercings of course, and the SD card on a cord around her neck). She appears to be in her room, which is much tidier now than when it was previously seen. She's got a Jinksie in her lap, currently washing his face with his paw.]

S'up, bitches? Seems like things got kinda exciting around here while I was KO'd. What the hell happened, a Choose-Your-Own-Adventure flood?

[At least she isn't completely anti-social like she'd been before. She's still very obviously got something heavy weighing on her shoulders, but she's not letting it bury her under anymore. This is Claudia attempting to resurface.]

And there's some new faces around, which.. I guess is pretty much to be expected. [She points at the screen:] New faces -- [and points at herself.] -- Claudia Donovan. Techie secret agent cyber hacker punk rocker chick with a hint of fabulous, if I do say so myself. [She then looks down at the cat in her lap.] And this is Jinks. He enjoys licking himself while being recorded. Apparently. [In babytalk:] Who's my little exhibitionist? You are! Yes, you are!

[ooc: She didn't do any privately-filtered things because she's actually unsure exactly how long she's been out and is almost afraid to address anyone directly just in case they forgot her/left/don't care about her anymore, fff.]

[Yes, it's taken Claudia a while after port ended to get this up, but. Hopefully no one's been too worried about her. When she turns the communicator on, she's sitting on her floor with her guitar in her lap, though she moves it and sets it aside, leans back against her bed and sighs a little. There is no streak of color in her hair this time, and the black paint on her nails is chipped... She doesn't seem too concerned about it.]

Yeah, I pulled a stupid. Sorry about that. [Some may find that insincere, may even think it's sarcastic (she does have a tendency towards sarcasm), but in truth she feels quite like a five-year-old having run off on her own into a dangerous situation, without even really thinking about it. She is sorry.] I'm fine, though. And I'll... try to be more helpful at port next time. [She seems a little iffy on that. To be honest right now she's feeling like maybe she doesn't even belong here.]

[She reaches her hand up to pull a file down from on top of her bed.] Looks like I got a little assignment to do in the meantime. Guess who's been handed an inmate? Is there any surprise at all in who it is?

[She flips the file open, lips tilting just slightly as she reads over it, then looks back up at the screen.] Willow Rosenberg. I've been working on a little present for you since I got back from port. We need to meet up so I can give it to you. [And by "present" she means a bracelet with an ability to shock the wearer, starting at 20k volts and tune-able up to a (insert much higher but non-lethal volt charge here, mun will figure out later, too lazy to research at this moment). Claudia has a matching bracelet that will turn the other one on at a press of a button. She's already wearing this bracelet, but among her other bracelets and rings, it would be hard to tell that it was made for such a purpose.]

[Filtered to Wardens PLUS Dracula]

[She runs a hand through her hair. She looks... tired. Maybe even sort of depressed, if you're any good at reading emotions on people's faces.] So apparently the type of vampire Willow is doesn't have an actual soul. And from what I've heard and read... She's probably going to need her soul back, if I want any chance at all in redeeming her. Basically, what I'm asking here... Is there anyone that could help me with doing that? Is it as simple as asking the Admiral for her soul back, or do I need... some sort of spell? Magic?

[Private to Buffy]

At some point I really think I need to talk with you, about... Well, yeah, you know. But there's really no rush at all. Just... whenever you think you'd be.. more comfortable, I guess? With talking about that.

[Claudia's laying on her bed, holding her communicator in her hand as she starts it up.] Alright. Sooo, I'll be the first to admit I've been kind of hermit-y this past week, and I apologize for that. But from the sounds and looks of it, something bad's gone down recently and honestly it's got me a liiiittle spooked.

[She sits up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, looking for a moment to the side, eyeing her door.] ...What the frakk is going on out there?

[ Warden Filter: ]

Okay. So. I've got a gun. Sort of. It's a Mini-Tesla and to put it simply it works sort of like a taser only more powerful and from farther away. But it's only mildly comforting. I'm kinda hoping there's someone out there that might be able to teach me some, uh, hand-to-hand defense stuff? Warning: I am clumsy. This should not be done around fragile objects.

But, yeah, someone mentioned earlier about Wardens sharing their knowledge, so. I can give something in return, seriously. Just think of me as excellent tech support. In fact, I've already been fiddling around with my own communicator thingy and I've rigged it to take different ringtones for different people, sort of similar to the way cell phones do. Assuming you know what a cell phone is. Anyway, lemme know if you want me to hook yours up with the nifty feature?