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ximilialog2022-02-13 07:07 pm
bossily) wrote in ximilialog2022-02-13 07:07 pm
[open] it's okay to be afraid
CHARACTERS: Clara Oswald & OPEN
LOCATION: Around the station
DATE: Mid February
CONTENT: General open catchall
WARNINGS: will update as needed
General Pacing;
[The first thing Clara does after coming back from the mission is the same thing she always does. Check in on the people she cares about. Those check ins quickly lead to Clara realizing something that is absolutely devastating. The Doctor isn't here any longer. Or rather, one of him is still around, but the younger of the two is vanished without a trace. She tries to recall the fact the same thing had happened to her months ago, but it's hard to remain calm when her thoughts are racing and all of her worst fears are coming true.
The Doctor is gone, so soon after getting injured on the mission. And she hadn't gotten to say goodbye. She's not ready for this. Not yet. It doesn't matter if she's already lived through his loss once. She isn't ready to do it again. Not until she says it's time.
Her lack of control over everything here spirals out of control, and for the next day she'll be found wandering the corridors of the station in an anxious, frantic state. She doesn't eat, doesn't go shower or get changed. She simply frets and works herself up into a state that has her ready to break into the North Wing so she can go yell at the orb and demand the Doctor's return.]
Simulation Room;
[It's well past the point where any rational person would be sleeping, especially given the physical strain their bodies all have recently gone through. Clara can't sleep with how many thoughts are currently storming their way around her head. So she takes to the simulation room and finds her way back to the planet where her adventures began.
She sits out at the edge of one of the rocky surface, legs dangling over the edge as she watches the old god off in the distance. Her head's tipped to the side as she regards it, hand clutching hold of a giant maple leaf. She's vaguely aware that someone's come to join her, and she doesn't glance their way before speaking.]
Do you really think it's possible that our regrets can be undone?
Infirmary;
[She has friends in the infirmary. People who were injured on the mission, and those that seem to never leave the sides of people who are currently on bedrest there. So she's in and out of the area frequently, bringing deliveries of tea and offers of company. Most of the time she's reading from one of her books, pleased to share her love of literature with them.
But for those that are standing watch over others she often arrives with a snack and coffee on a tray. She's ready to lecture them on taking care of themselves, knowing she hasn't slept in days and could use the lecture herself.]
Mess Hall;
[Clara sits for hours at a table after preparing tea in a little mug. She doesn't drink it, she just cradles the mug in both hands and stares down. Her mind is starting to slow down from sheer exhaustion, but she stubbornly refuses to give in. So she starts to doze off, head dropping downward each time she does. But instead of just letting herself sleep, she keeps snapping awake, clutching hold of the mug tighter. Each time, she only starts to nod off moments later.
Eventually, she does fall asleep, draped across the table. The mug of tea is still in one of her hands.]
Sunlight Room;
[Her hydroponic garden has become her baby. She's grateful for the distraction that it offers her, and the hard physical labor that it provides. It helps keep her mind clear enough to focus on what needs to be done, on pruning and ensuring water supplies are kept level and things are growing properly. There's also the matter of harvesting what's now ready to be picked, something that she's all too pleased to grab the nearest person and drag them over to help with.]
These have a date with the jars I've asked for.
[She explains, holding a small basket of what looks to be strawberries and blueberries.]
You don't mind lending a hand in the kitchens next, do you?
[ooc: Closed prompts to follow in the comments. If you're interested in a closed start, hit me up at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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LOCATION: Around the station
DATE: Mid February
CONTENT: General open catchall
WARNINGS: will update as needed
General Pacing;
[The first thing Clara does after coming back from the mission is the same thing she always does. Check in on the people she cares about. Those check ins quickly lead to Clara realizing something that is absolutely devastating. The Doctor isn't here any longer. Or rather, one of him is still around, but the younger of the two is vanished without a trace. She tries to recall the fact the same thing had happened to her months ago, but it's hard to remain calm when her thoughts are racing and all of her worst fears are coming true.
The Doctor is gone, so soon after getting injured on the mission. And she hadn't gotten to say goodbye. She's not ready for this. Not yet. It doesn't matter if she's already lived through his loss once. She isn't ready to do it again. Not until she says it's time.
Her lack of control over everything here spirals out of control, and for the next day she'll be found wandering the corridors of the station in an anxious, frantic state. She doesn't eat, doesn't go shower or get changed. She simply frets and works herself up into a state that has her ready to break into the North Wing so she can go yell at the orb and demand the Doctor's return.]
Simulation Room;
[It's well past the point where any rational person would be sleeping, especially given the physical strain their bodies all have recently gone through. Clara can't sleep with how many thoughts are currently storming their way around her head. So she takes to the simulation room and finds her way back to the planet where her adventures began.
She sits out at the edge of one of the rocky surface, legs dangling over the edge as she watches the old god off in the distance. Her head's tipped to the side as she regards it, hand clutching hold of a giant maple leaf. She's vaguely aware that someone's come to join her, and she doesn't glance their way before speaking.]
Do you really think it's possible that our regrets can be undone?
Infirmary;
[She has friends in the infirmary. People who were injured on the mission, and those that seem to never leave the sides of people who are currently on bedrest there. So she's in and out of the area frequently, bringing deliveries of tea and offers of company. Most of the time she's reading from one of her books, pleased to share her love of literature with them.
But for those that are standing watch over others she often arrives with a snack and coffee on a tray. She's ready to lecture them on taking care of themselves, knowing she hasn't slept in days and could use the lecture herself.]
Mess Hall;
[Clara sits for hours at a table after preparing tea in a little mug. She doesn't drink it, she just cradles the mug in both hands and stares down. Her mind is starting to slow down from sheer exhaustion, but she stubbornly refuses to give in. So she starts to doze off, head dropping downward each time she does. But instead of just letting herself sleep, she keeps snapping awake, clutching hold of the mug tighter. Each time, she only starts to nod off moments later.
Eventually, she does fall asleep, draped across the table. The mug of tea is still in one of her hands.]
Sunlight Room;
[Her hydroponic garden has become her baby. She's grateful for the distraction that it offers her, and the hard physical labor that it provides. It helps keep her mind clear enough to focus on what needs to be done, on pruning and ensuring water supplies are kept level and things are growing properly. There's also the matter of harvesting what's now ready to be picked, something that she's all too pleased to grab the nearest person and drag them over to help with.]
These have a date with the jars I've asked for.
[She explains, holding a small basket of what looks to be strawberries and blueberries.]
You don't mind lending a hand in the kitchens next, do you?
[ooc: Closed prompts to follow in the comments. If you're interested in a closed start, hit me up at
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Crazy. I don't think I've properly rested since Christmas.
[Which is to explain why she was sleeping with her head down on the table. Not that she thinks it needs much explaining. People on the station are exhausted after Scorpion's Bend.]
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[Ever since that mission that caused them to relive memories, Daisy's been struggling to sleep. She never wants to go through that again.
It's really not her business, but she hasn't seen Clara and Kovacs together since around the time Clara just mentioned. It's not hard to jump to conclusions. Picking at some fuzz on her sleeve, Daisy pretends to be not too interested as she asks...]
What happened on Christmas?
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I ended things with Kovacs. Then we went right into a mission a couple weeks later.
[Scorpion's Bend had been a hell of a time for everyone.]
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I'm so sorry. We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to.
no subject
I don't mind talking about it. What do you wanna know?
[It's rare that she opens herself up and lets the vulnerability show, but she knows that Daisy isn't going to pry in an attempt to get information to use against her.]
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No I just--
[She straightens up from her slouched position.]
You guys seemed to be doing good. What happened?
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[It's the first time she's felt comfortable enough to explain the simple truth about why she and Kovacs wouldn't work long term.]
I care about him still. I'll always love him. But the intensity of what we had, how easily we were swept up into it...it wasn't healthy. And I had made a promise to myself that the next time I let my heart belong to someone, it'd be something that benefitted the both of us.
[She knows Daisy is close to him, and hopes her friendship with her doesn't suffer because of this. So there's an awkward smile on her face, something sad and cautious.]
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Probably better that she never tries to put a label on it. It would only hurt more when they're eventually sent back to their homes.]
Being in a situation like this is hard. Especially when you have no idea how long you have before you're sent back home.
[Daisy, despite her best efforts to distance herself, was desperate to not feel alone here. Maybe it was selfish, or maybe Aleksander had the same reasons for the start of whatever they have.
She notices how cautious Clara is and is quick to reassure her.]
I won't tell Kovacs that we talked about this.
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Thank you. I'm not sure he'd be happy if he knew I was talking about him at all. Much less about...what happened between us.
[Her hand once again seeks Daisy's out, giving it a squeeze.]
And anytime you need to talk? [There's a meaningful look that goes along with that, hinting that she's talking about Kirigan.] I'm here for you.
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Pretty private.
[That's one word for it, and she smiles a little because they both know what he's like. Despite knowing that at times, Daisy and Aleksander haven't exactly been subtle with them having something together, she's still surprised by what Clara seems to be implying.]
I know. Thank you, Clara.
[She's not sure she could talk about this with anyone though, not here anyway.]
I think I saw a box of cookies, should I go grab those? Or are you going to go sleep in your bed instead of the table?