she smells like lemongrass and sleep.

[makemeasong]

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. Mᴀɢɪᴛᴇᴄʜ

✨ 𝒂: 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒕𝒔 - (𝒇𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒆𝒓❜𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒕)

[ 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?

✨ 𝒃: 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 (𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅)

[ 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. ]

✨ 𝒄: c𝒚𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒈 (𝒅𝒂𝒚)

[ 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. Tʜᴇ Mᴀɢᴇ's Sᴇᴄᴛᴏʀ
✨ 𝒂: 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆 & 𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓

[ 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.

✨ 𝒃: 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒚

[ 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. Wɪᴛᴄʜ's Cᴀᴍᴘ

[ 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. Wɪʟᴅᴄᴀʀᴅ

[ 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. ]

[ ooc: prose is more than welcome! Will update with any private top levels as needed. lmk if you'd like to do something that won't fit in here! discord is lifewasawillow#5524 and plurk is babybokchoy; discord is faster! ]

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[o7]

"Yeah..." Elle trails off with a playful look of pseudo-disappointment before smiling up at her again. "But it isn't all bad."

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?

[makemeasong]

That makes Clara laugh and she looks over appreciatively at the other woman. The confidence is what makes it even better.

"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.

[o7]

That prompts a good-natured scoff out of Shepard. If Clara didn't have her before, she does now.

"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."