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Clara Oswald ([personal profile] bossily) wrote in [community profile] ximilialog2022-04-19 09:57 pm

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CHARACTERS: Clara Oswald & Others
LOCATION: around the station
DATE: 2nd half of April
CONTENT: closed starters for station mayhem
WARNINGS: will update as needed


[Closed starters in the comments. Reach out at [plurk.com profile] trashpanda if you'd like to do a quick lil something!]
lateness: (o33)

[personal profile] lateness 2022-04-20 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, come on. You can at least pretend to be surprised.

[ The Doctor huffs a little petulantly, but there's no bite in his voice, and his silly little smile betrays the rest of the ruse, leaving him to smile even wider in her direction.

He eyes the items surrounding her, all of the tools and materials that he's seen some of the others use frequently enough. (Particularly on missions.) Bandages and needles and splints and all that. Marta carries a kit around with her, he remembers that much.

And Rory —




Well. We won't think of Rory right now.

The Doctor clears his throat and straightens his back, holding a hand out to her. ]


When was the last time you had a crepe so full of fruit and jam and chocolate and that sort of snowy sugar, and something a little bit alien?
oiorpata: (89)

[personal profile] oiorpata 2022-04-22 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ she's seen the room a few times by now, usually with the doctor, and the mess doesn't really faze her but she has noticed that the one tidy spot tends to be clara's. when she's invited back yet again, she agrees easy enough, enjoying clara's company and always curious to see how the mess evolves. ]

[ andy has seen so many hats over the multiple millennia she's been alive, and while she's not a fucking nerd about them like the doctor, she has to admit she does enjoy a good hat. she pulls on the wizard hat, but honestly it's comfortable and the height makes her think of the steppe. ]


Do you mean the physical wearing of the hat? I didn't realize it was so painful. [ she's half teasing. ]
construing: (sticks.)

[personal profile] construing 2022-04-22 02:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ said elephant is at the moment wrapped around gwen in the shape of a soft gray t-shirt and denim shorts. not expecting to go out, or indeed any visit outside the usual ones, she's barefoot. she reaches for the sweater with a little smile and a murmur of thanks.

gwen steps back to let clara in.
]

Shoes go in the rack there. Don't mind the mess.

[ the mess clara should not mind is a chaos of pages, ink, and completed and half-scribbled talismans. somehow, gwen always picks the mad geniuses to befriend. the two beds the room came with were shoved together to make one big bed, the sheets haphazardly made. the closet door is ajar: men's clothing and only a small handful of pieces belonging to gwen herself. no need for a wardrobe when venom provides her with whatever outfit change she can imagine. less odd than it might be elsewhere, a drum kit, courtesy of viveca (as is the sound-proofing in the walls lest her neighbors attempt murder), is webbed to the ceiling.

sliding the sweater over her head, gwen flips up to the ceiling, as comfortable upside-down as she is on the floor. she takes a seat behind the drums. a web-line attaches to the sticks lying on the bedside table and brings them to her. she plays a quiet drumroll.
]

Does this mean we're also partners for the ugly sweater contest this year?
Edited (forgot an important roommate thing) 2022-04-24 21:44 (UTC)
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[personal profile] lateness 2022-04-24 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
Well, I'm not going to ruin the surprise. Spoilers.

[ He says this but he's already given himself away with his earlier question. And yes, he knows that, and yes, his expression doesn't look like he's unaware of it, his smile echoing the glint in her eyes. ]

But yes. I did. [ And he's so proud, too. ] Didn't think I could, but I found everything I needed in the pantry. And that's not all.
scarcastically: (the poor run with smoke lungs)

( training )

[personal profile] scarcastically 2022-04-24 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ she came back at it with a fevor he's not sure he understood, even if he grasped it instinctively. they found themselves in the training room. some of erik's scars have slowly gone, but there's plenty of crocodile marks over his skin so he still dresses with his arms covered. he holds his arms up, ready for her attack. ]

Again.
coordination: (Imagine: my pants off)

[personal profile] coordination 2022-04-24 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ And Yzak is the sort of person who simply does not like to be idle - or rather, idle and not doing something that he considers of substance or importance. He, too, likes to keep his mind occupied so it doesn't drift off to places he'd rather it didn't.

It wasn't hard to charm him. He likes Clara already, and when Yzak likes anybody, all one has to do is ask him to join them. He'll put up a fuss if it's for something he considers silly, like, you know, anything fun, but this he doesn't consider as such. ]


It's not. Though I do know how pruning works. My mother has some flower gardens at our residence.
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[personal profile] business 2022-04-25 11:39 am (UTC)(link)
( lately, there have been so many things in his life to mourn that rhys never properly let himself be upset about missing the most holy of holidays in the night court — starfall. it's a double edged sword, loving the holiday and his beautiful home, and also having the memory of that day stained by unkind hands on him. last starfall, he didn't think guilt would allow him to enjoy it, like he hasn't earned a day long break or a scant bit of happiness, or the joy of celebrating with the people he loves. at the time, feyre managed to drag him out of it, and insisted he dance with her.

this time, it's clara.

it's decidedly not starfall, but he sees the essence of it in every fallen star, leaving light trails to show where they've been and where they're going. imaginary souls on their way across a night-filled sky. it makes the need to cry weigh heavily on his chest, to just — let all the grief out. to let himself breathe out some of his suffering, like he hasn't earned every ounce of it.

he waves back at clara, and is just on the side of too silent as he takes a seat beside her. his eyes are still a little too dark, his fingertips still smudged an ugly shade of black, and he takes a breath while he stares at her for a long minute ... before launching himself at her, grappling her into a bear hug that crushes her to his chest.
)

I'm so, so sorry, Clara.
construing: (bodega.)

[personal profile] construing 2022-04-27 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ the thought of spending another christmas here is the same as spending another birthday (in that there are only four days between the two dates). neither is pleasant even if gwen too has things she would dearly miss. clara, for one. for another— ]

My roommate invents them. [ she taps a quiet rhythm against the ride. ] I think Xichen learned from Wei Wuxian.

[ not because wei wuxian has intimated as much, but because she has seen day after day, working long hours into night, how much wei wuxian puts into them. into selecting the correct paper, the ink, the strokes. one mistake and the talisman will not work. some blow up in his face, literally. he's the inventor here, no doubt exists in her mind. ]
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[personal profile] lateness 2022-04-27 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ It starts with a couple of steps made backwards with a grin, still watching Clara, still facing the infirmary with all of its sterile tools and beds and all that.

And then he spins on his heel and sets off, knowing Clara will be keeping pace without a problem. (Even with those very short legs of hers. ]


Come along then, Clara.

[ It's just a quick detour back to the kitchens where a cooler bucket waits patiently on the otherwise empty counter; it's a sort of picnic basket of sorts, filled with those aforementioned crepes, different samplings of spreads, and beverages as well.

He pulls this along with him and then sweeps back out into the corridor, only turning to speak to Clara over his shoulder. ]


Still with me?

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