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annexedlogs2022-09-06 08:19 am
makemeasong) wrote in annexedlogs2022-09-06 08:19 am
she smells like lemongrass and sleep.
Who: Clara Oswald and you, please!
What: A general getting to know the area first post, mini-missions.
When: Throughout the month in between missions. Now includes mini-missions time frame.
Where: wandering the Magitech, the Mage's Sector. Also wherever the mini-missions take her.
Content Warnings: Hallucinations of character death, will update as needed.
I. Mα΄Ι’Ιͺα΄α΄α΄Κ
β¨ π: πππ ππππ πππππππ - (ππππππβπ ππππππ)
β¨ π: πππππππ πππ πππππ (πππππππ πππππππ )
β¨ π: cπππππ (π ππ)
II. TΚα΄ Mα΄Ι’α΄'s Sα΄α΄α΄α΄Κ
β¨ π: πππ ππππ & ππππππ
β¨ π: ππππππ ππππππππππ
III. WΙͺα΄α΄Κ's Cα΄α΄α΄
IV. WΙͺΚα΄ α΄α΄Κα΄
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What: A general getting to know the area first post, mini-missions.
When: Throughout the month in between missions. Now includes mini-missions time frame.
Where: wandering the Magitech, the Mage's Sector. Also wherever the mini-missions take her.
Content Warnings: Hallucinations of character death, will update as needed.
I. Mα΄Ι’Ιͺα΄α΄α΄Κ
β¨ π: πππ ππππ πππππππ - (ππππππβπ ππππππ)
[ Clara's upset. About a lot of things, but right now she's specifically mad at the Doctor. Maybe not mad. Embarrassed. Madbarrassed. She doesn't understand why he can't really remember her, and she especially doesn't understand why he doesn't seem to want to try. If she thinks about it any deeper she has to admit it feels like he's cast her aside, wanting her to stay forgotten. And then she has to admit it hurts her feelings. There's also the stupid horse thing.
So instead of thinking about any of that, she's shopping for anything that looks like comfort food.
It never occured to her to think about what life was like in between all the fighting. War movies were never really her thing, so she sort of assumed everything was awful all the time. And maybe there is an air of weariness and always lingering alertness, but for the most part it's as normal as she assumes it can be. Which is a lot more normal than she thought. She sees a lot of fruits, a lot of veg, but she hasn't seen a lot of chocolate. There's no way to know who's been here long enough to direct her, but she turns to the person next to her and offers a small smile. ]
Sorry, don't mean to bother, but do you know if and where I can find sweets or ice cream?
β¨ π: πππππππ πππ πππππ (πππππππ πππππππ )
[ Since her text exchange with Ben, Clara's been on the hunt for something to read. She really doesn't know where to look though, so she goes back to whence she came to find someone who looks like they might know. She tries to look for anyone who's holding a book; she'll try to politely interrupt. ]
Just a question and I'll leave you alone - where did you get that book?
[ She has no idea if there's a library or a bookshop, or some sort of loan system through the residents, but sooner or later she's going to run out of places she wants to poke aorund and always, she can read a book. If she doesn't find anyone to interrupt, she'll start looking around. she isn't trying to be sneaky at all, she just wants to see if there are any library books laying around or even a shelf that might look like used books have been tossed for donation. She certainly doesn't mean to seem like she's snooping. ]
β¨ π: cπππππ (π ππ)
[ Clara's trying coffee instead of alcohol. Maybe with enough energy she can keep exploring and busy her mind. Going to bed is also eliminated this way, at least for a while. No sitting quietly with her thoughts until she falls asleep - if she can fall asleep. It's a perfect plan if she doesn't scrutinize it.
She's managed to get a new outfit in her time spent browsing shops, more relaxed in clothes that feel like her. Of course, as she reaches for her fork to start on her brunch, her elbow catches the handle of the coffee cup and the dark beverage spills all over her white blouse. Luckily, the coffee isn't piping hot anymore so there's no jumping out of her seat, but she's squeezing her eyes shut and making a face like she's trying very hard not to say a string of very bad words before gettig up to find more napkins.
Since the one in her lap is soaked.
This is not going to be the stupid minor thing that makes her cry, because it's not about the coffee and she's so mad that's exactly what it'll look like. It also looks like she's losing that partciular battle as she stands. Clara catches a pair of eyes but looks away as she walks to the counter, not even glancing long enough to register a face. And then she's back, trying to sop up her mess. ]
II. TΚα΄ Mα΄Ι’α΄'s Sα΄α΄α΄α΄Κ
β¨ π: πππ ππππ & ππππππ
[ She realizes she's going to have to find some sort of job, because even with a stipend, she doesn't make enough yet to feel like she can justify blowing money on non-essentials. But for now, Clara's using some of it to drink just enough to be able to go back to her bed and fall asleep quickly. She's also people watching, trying to see who she recognizes already. Since there's no tethering to the Doctor happening, she needs to meet others and try and...date?
God, she'd rather be stuffed back into a Dalek (no she wouldn't) than try to date again. After Danny, she's tried to push the idea of having another relationship out of her mind but now she's practically forced into it. Is it a bad thing? Is it not? She's never had a hard time connecting with people, but opening up again? Deeply?
Pushing a hand through her hair she stands to get another drink and wobbles just a little.
Huh. ]
This is stronger than Earth beer.
β¨ π: ππππππ ππππππππππ
[ She'd heard about the apothecary second hand, about a place 'bigger on the inside' and so of course, she has to go see for herself. Clara steps inside, and while she's lived in a space that fits exactly that description, it's still disorenting the first time she walks into the shop. But then there's a weird sense of familiarity that's oddly comforting once it settles.
There's nothing esle to do right now, so with that in mind, she wanders up and down the rows of things, looking at ingredients and dried herbs, picking them up and inspecting more closely when she's especially curious. Her fingers are dragging along the bottles lightly, eyes lagging behind as she reads, when her fingertips brush someone else's. She glances up, offering a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes, and drops her hand, preparing to go around. ]
III. WΙͺα΄α΄Κ's Cα΄α΄α΄
[ Clara's sitting at a table a notebook and pen, her hand propping her head up. She's writing, keeping track of her days like a diary. There are three days saccounted for so far, written on double the pages filled within. Anyone with keen perception might sense she's melancholy, and anyone snooping will see that it looks suspiciously like she's writing about someoe she misses. ]
IV. WΙͺΚα΄ α΄α΄Κα΄
[ Clara can be found all over Witch's Camp doing most things except swimming. Catch her coming and going from her studio, looking at any writing material that seems left behind and forgotten, or sitting and browsing messages on her phone. ]
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When she recognizes Shepard and sees obvious wounds, she doesn't hesitate to make her way over, grabbing a first aid kit.
"You're hurt," she says by way of greeting, eyes moving over her, trying to assess.
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She grunts in pain as she lifts one side of her shirt to reveal a relatively small but deep cut on her hip. When she opens her eyes from a wince, she hears Clara's voice.
"You're a sight for sore eyes," she smirks weakly before another wince is suddenly forced on her. She looks down at the source of pain. "I never realized how much I took quick healing for granted. These chips really humble ya."
Elle's trying to stay cool and it's as subtle as a fireworks display.
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Clara smiles softly at Shepard. "You kept your chip so you could help. I happen to have a thing for people who like to help others." Using the supplies in the kit she makes sure her hands are clean before slipping on gloves.
"I can't promise nothing will sting. But there's stuff here to clean it out and then glue the cut closed."
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The movement triggers a pain at the source, and Elle can't even force another smile at Clara's confession. Despite wanting to. "You and I have that in common."
Deep breaths. She nods her head with swift movement as she prepares herself for what's to come.
"Something from the explosion must've made its way in there." She says this like it's just another day at the office.
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"I'm pretty bossy," she acknowledges before pouring some alcohol onto a pad and pressing it to the wound once she's got the area as cleaned as possible. She needs to see in to get the shrapnel and grabs the tweezers. At least it's not in deep, but she still feels bad for Shepard.
"What blew up? And who was doing the exploding, us or them?" Taking a deep breath she tries to be quick about it, pulling out something that's very sharp and black, but not all that long or wide.
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"Us," she looks down at the wound to have a peek at how far along she is. The sight of tweezers relaxes her. It's odd, but she knows how to put hope where there may be none. They're at the worst part, which means they're that much closer to being done.
"Had to destroy a few sensors the Sylphid were setting up," she speaks through a small wince as Clara works the tweezers. "It was one hell of a mission. I just wish I didn't bring pieces of it back with me."
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The shrapnel is out, and Clara grabs the alcohol. "Gonna burn, sorry." She just goes for it, doesn't give the other woman time to say anything. But the wound is clean and now Clara can use the glue to seal it shut.
"Doin' alright?"
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Despite the small cry of pain, Shepard is grateful that Clara spared no time with the alcohol. She's the type to rip off the band-aid to get it done and over with, and Clara seems to know exactly what she's doing.
She exhales through rounded lips for a beat after Clara asks how she's doing. "Much better." Shepard peers down at the wound and and then back up at Clara with a sloppy smirk.
"I take it this isn't the first time you've tended a wound? Um, thanks. By the way." That smirk fades away as she moves over to a more serious tone. "For doing this."
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Clara looks up at Shepard after a beat with a small but dimpled grin. "Kidding. Totally thought I was gonna be a nurse like my mum so I got a little bit of school in there. Just enough."
Holding the other woman's gaze, Clara nods in return and sucks in a breath, letting it out softly. "Of course, you're welcome. I'll get you some water, hold on," she says with a soft smile before going to put the first aid supplies away and returning with water for them both. Sitting beside Shepard now, Clara takes a sip.
"If you want, when you're ready I'll walk with you, make sure you get back to your place alright."
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"...Oh. Well, thanks for that," she says with a smirk. Shepard is way too easy to mess with.
She nods at Clara's offer as she hands her a bottle of water. "That'd be good. I'll let you know when I'm ready for it." She tries to sit up straighter than she was. It takes a bit of effort, but she gets there eventually.
"So," she unscrews the lid. "What happened to being a nurse, anyway? Did a certain time travel bug bite you before you could complete your studies?"
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"Mum died and then my dad sort of fell apart. Someone had to look after him and my nan. And then by the time they were okay again I'd lost someone else. Then I got bitten by the time travel bug. I did go back to school in between losses though, got a teaching degree."
She smiles, very gently nudging Shephard's shoulder. "So I'm not totally useless."
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"Hey, that's tough. Losing family really puts your character to the test," she says as she peers down at the water bottle with a solemn ponder. She speaks from experience. "You picked yourself up and did what you had to do."
The admiration she feels for Clara does show itself on her features.
"So, yeah. Not totally useless," she holds the water up with a grin, "I'd have to agree with you there." Then she takes a sip.
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"Careful, you're gonna make me want to come 'round to hear more compliments." She's curious though. "What about you? You seem like you've most definitely lived the 'do what you gotta do' life."
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At her question, Shepard nods with a gentle and good-natured scoff. "I think my life could be summed up well by do what you gotta do." She shifts in her seat, finally falling into a more comfortable resting position. The adhesive that keeps the wound closed has settled, it seems, and thank goodness for that.
"I think I told you about Mindoirβthe planet where I was born? My family was killed by alien slave raiders when I was sixteen. I was lucky that there was a human-military patrol ship there to help me escape. I joined the military once I could, at eighteen."
As she tells the story of her beginning, Shepard shows little-to-no signs of grief. It's simply a part of her history that has shaped her into who she is today, and how she speaks on it reflects that.
"But I've dealt with it. That was pretty much my start. You gotta do what you gotta do, and in a way I've been holding onto that expression ever since."
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In some ways, as Shepard explains, her stoicism reminds her of the Doctor. Facts are facts and life isn't fair. Still, no one should have that start heading into adulthood.
"Admirable attitude even if it sucks to have to live that way long as you have. Now you've been kidnapped and dumped in another conflict and still. Doing what you gotta do."
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Shepard shrugs as she gently nudges Clara with her bottled hand. "I got to meet you, after all."
Her flirting is corny and straight-forward enough to make any onlooker cringe, but it's paired with such a shameless confidence that Shepard doesn't even flinch. She isn't looking for anything casual nor is she ready for anything serious, but there's a spark of interest in her that she can't deny. Heck, she's still settling in here, and who knows how long that'll take.
What's the harm in a little playful flirting anyway?
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"You know, someone's gonna need to check that wound in the next couple of days. We could always see if you're still happy over a very cheap dinner made at mine."
She's certainly feeling bold, inviting someone over before a date out first. But she went with changing a bandage and there's no public space that even begins to make sense.
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"A homemade meal cooked with ingredients that aren't from military provisions?" She perks up, looking healthy and healed just from the thought. Elle wouldn't care if the entire meal came from the One Credit Store.
"Count me in."