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open ; catch all for October
CHARACTERS: Clara Oswald & OPEN
LOCATION: Around the station
DATE: 10/17-10/21
CONTENT: Clara pops back onto the station after a canon update
WARNINGS: Mentions of death
I. Twice Returned
[Time is such a funny thing, really. In her time spent traveling with the Doctor, she's come to understand that it can be such a meaningless thing. Except for when it's important. And in the series of events that have just unfolded for her, time feels incredibly important. Vital, even.
The thing is, she remembers being on the station before. Remembers her friends there, and the missions. And she remembers the orbs. It had all been one big adventure before. But then she was sent back, gone in a blink of an eye. For those close to her, it's not likely they even will notice she's gone. For her though, time passes more slowly. Hours turn to days away, and days to week. Before she knows it, years have passed. Time spent aging and growing, developing into a different person. Clara Oswald has a home on Earth maybe, but she no longer feels the same sort of attachment to it that she once had. With the loss of Danny Pink and the intensity of her connection growing stronger with each adventure after, Clara's left more and more of her life on Earth behind.
Sure, it's fine to tap in and out of London to check in on people like Rigsy. People who are friends. People who -
Well, people who Clara's willing to die for. Her reckless streak has finally caught up to her in the form of a chronolock. One that's recently taken her life. Or maybe it took her life billions of years ago, things are a bit fuzzy at the moment. She recalls coming back, recalls learning the Doctor spent billions of years in a personal hell because of her dying. She recalls stealing her own TARDIS, recalls making the one person she loves more than anyone forget everything about her.
She had done it for his own good, and the good of the universe. It's a bit hard to justify staying together when you know an entire prophecy was written as a warning to keep you apart. It won't do to have their relationship bring on the hybrid.
Which is exactly why she's confused as she's pulled back into the station and has to try and sort things out. Is the Doctor still here, she wonders. Have billions of years passed here too? Only a few days? Weeks?
Time had started to feel meaningless for her.
That was before the raven swooped in and changed everything.
Now it feels increasingly important to pinpoint exact moments in time. Her fingers press against the inside of her left wrist as she slowly navigates the hallways. There's a heartbeat there. But there shouldn't be. When she bumps into someone as she walks she owlishly blinks up at them, her fingers slipping away.]
How long has it been since the last mission?
II. Sunlight Room
[For those that know her well enough, it's easy to tell that something is a little off. She looks a little older in her face, her eyes holding a maturity that she had previously been lacking. She's seen and been through so many things in her time away that being back here almost feels surreal. It doesn't feel like it should be possible.
But she's the impossible girl, or at least she once had been. She knows from experience that anything is possible. Usually she's the one forcing the impossible to happen. There's almost something comical about the fact that she finally was in full control of her own destiny. She had the ability to be the Doctor in her own right, traveling whenever and wherever she wanted. She could face her death when she was ready and go back to it the long way around.
She finally had all the control she wanted, only to have it torn away from her again. But she knew now she had a distinct purpose for being here. She couldn't remember her regret from before, but knew that it couldn't be as important as the one she wanted to undo now. She would do whatever it took to protect the Doctor. Even if it meant rewriting time itself.
She stands in the sunlight room, head tipped so she can peer up at the artificial light. It's almost like she's looking for something. She hears the sound of someone walking past and reaches out to grab hold of their hand. There's no words at first, no sign of what she wants. Really, she's just desperate for some kind of contact right now. A reminder to anchor her to the reality of being back and having a purpose again.]
Do you think this station had a purpose before we all arrived here?
III. Kitchen
[Apparently coming back to life and getting her heartbeat back means that the threat of being caught between her last heartbeat and death doesn't have to be an immediate threat. What is the immediate issue is that no amount of food seems to be enough. Clara's typically anxious over the amount of supplies on the station and worrying about whether or not everyone has enough. She started her hydroponic garden to help ensure the children have plenty to eat. But now that concern is far from her mind as she camps out in the kitchen and eats.
She spends hours grazing her way around the kitchen, only pausing when she catches sight of someone else entering. Her mouth is usually full when this happens, and she swallows what's in her mouth to try and awkwardly smile.]
Right, so...I can explain.
[She still thinks supplies are an issue and she should apologize for just stuffing her face this way.]
IV. Personal Quarters - closed close CR
[Clara spends as little time as possible in the room she shares with the Doctor. She finds herself not really wanting or needing to sleep those first handful of days back, only getting some catnaps here and there around the station. But when she finally feels disgusting and in ready of freshening up, she makes her way back to her quarters at long last.
After cleaning up and getting a change of clothes, she spends an extraordinary amount of time looking in the small mirror hanging on the wall by her bed. Typically her ego doesn't see any issue with admiring her reflection. Her purpose for looking today has little to do with how amazing her hair looks or how on point her eyeliner is. No, she's far more concerned about something else. It's easy to pretend like she hasn't been gone at all with the others. When it comes to the Doctor...well, she has her concerns. He'll be able to tell she's different immediately, just from the look in her eyes.
But it's the number that's tattooed on the back of her neck that she's worried about. Is it even still there? Clara gathers up her short hair to lift it up and turn in a way she can look at what she's afraid will be there. And sure enough, the numbers 001 are there, taunting her. There's no escaping the chronolock. Even here in another dimension and possibly even another universe entirely it follows her. It's a reminder of what she has waiting for her. Of what she has to hide from the man that's willing to tear the fabric of the universe apart if it means protecting her.
No matter what happens, the Doctor can never know her fate.
She's so caught up in her thoughts that she doesn't hear the door open at first. Her close friends know they're always able to just come inside, and it's likely the Doctor could pop back in as well. As soon as she realizes she's not alone her hair is dropped, hopefully masking any sign of the fact she's marked with a permanent countdown. She forces a smile, though it doesn't quite meet her eyes. She's able to keep her tone as fond and teasing as ever, which is a win. Banter is exactly what she needs to cheer up right about now.]
Let me guess. You want me to come see something you've done that shows how amazingly clever you are?
LOCATION: Around the station
DATE: 10/17-10/21
CONTENT: Clara pops back onto the station after a canon update
WARNINGS: Mentions of death
I. Twice Returned
[Time is such a funny thing, really. In her time spent traveling with the Doctor, she's come to understand that it can be such a meaningless thing. Except for when it's important. And in the series of events that have just unfolded for her, time feels incredibly important. Vital, even.
The thing is, she remembers being on the station before. Remembers her friends there, and the missions. And she remembers the orbs. It had all been one big adventure before. But then she was sent back, gone in a blink of an eye. For those close to her, it's not likely they even will notice she's gone. For her though, time passes more slowly. Hours turn to days away, and days to week. Before she knows it, years have passed. Time spent aging and growing, developing into a different person. Clara Oswald has a home on Earth maybe, but she no longer feels the same sort of attachment to it that she once had. With the loss of Danny Pink and the intensity of her connection growing stronger with each adventure after, Clara's left more and more of her life on Earth behind.
Sure, it's fine to tap in and out of London to check in on people like Rigsy. People who are friends. People who -
Well, people who Clara's willing to die for. Her reckless streak has finally caught up to her in the form of a chronolock. One that's recently taken her life. Or maybe it took her life billions of years ago, things are a bit fuzzy at the moment. She recalls coming back, recalls learning the Doctor spent billions of years in a personal hell because of her dying. She recalls stealing her own TARDIS, recalls making the one person she loves more than anyone forget everything about her.
She had done it for his own good, and the good of the universe. It's a bit hard to justify staying together when you know an entire prophecy was written as a warning to keep you apart. It won't do to have their relationship bring on the hybrid.
Which is exactly why she's confused as she's pulled back into the station and has to try and sort things out. Is the Doctor still here, she wonders. Have billions of years passed here too? Only a few days? Weeks?
Time had started to feel meaningless for her.
That was before the raven swooped in and changed everything.
Now it feels increasingly important to pinpoint exact moments in time. Her fingers press against the inside of her left wrist as she slowly navigates the hallways. There's a heartbeat there. But there shouldn't be. When she bumps into someone as she walks she owlishly blinks up at them, her fingers slipping away.]
How long has it been since the last mission?
II. Sunlight Room
[For those that know her well enough, it's easy to tell that something is a little off. She looks a little older in her face, her eyes holding a maturity that she had previously been lacking. She's seen and been through so many things in her time away that being back here almost feels surreal. It doesn't feel like it should be possible.
But she's the impossible girl, or at least she once had been. She knows from experience that anything is possible. Usually she's the one forcing the impossible to happen. There's almost something comical about the fact that she finally was in full control of her own destiny. She had the ability to be the Doctor in her own right, traveling whenever and wherever she wanted. She could face her death when she was ready and go back to it the long way around.
She finally had all the control she wanted, only to have it torn away from her again. But she knew now she had a distinct purpose for being here. She couldn't remember her regret from before, but knew that it couldn't be as important as the one she wanted to undo now. She would do whatever it took to protect the Doctor. Even if it meant rewriting time itself.
She stands in the sunlight room, head tipped so she can peer up at the artificial light. It's almost like she's looking for something. She hears the sound of someone walking past and reaches out to grab hold of their hand. There's no words at first, no sign of what she wants. Really, she's just desperate for some kind of contact right now. A reminder to anchor her to the reality of being back and having a purpose again.]
Do you think this station had a purpose before we all arrived here?
III. Kitchen
[Apparently coming back to life and getting her heartbeat back means that the threat of being caught between her last heartbeat and death doesn't have to be an immediate threat. What is the immediate issue is that no amount of food seems to be enough. Clara's typically anxious over the amount of supplies on the station and worrying about whether or not everyone has enough. She started her hydroponic garden to help ensure the children have plenty to eat. But now that concern is far from her mind as she camps out in the kitchen and eats.
She spends hours grazing her way around the kitchen, only pausing when she catches sight of someone else entering. Her mouth is usually full when this happens, and she swallows what's in her mouth to try and awkwardly smile.]
Right, so...I can explain.
[She still thinks supplies are an issue and she should apologize for just stuffing her face this way.]
IV. Personal Quarters - closed close CR
[Clara spends as little time as possible in the room she shares with the Doctor. She finds herself not really wanting or needing to sleep those first handful of days back, only getting some catnaps here and there around the station. But when she finally feels disgusting and in ready of freshening up, she makes her way back to her quarters at long last.
After cleaning up and getting a change of clothes, she spends an extraordinary amount of time looking in the small mirror hanging on the wall by her bed. Typically her ego doesn't see any issue with admiring her reflection. Her purpose for looking today has little to do with how amazing her hair looks or how on point her eyeliner is. No, she's far more concerned about something else. It's easy to pretend like she hasn't been gone at all with the others. When it comes to the Doctor...well, she has her concerns. He'll be able to tell she's different immediately, just from the look in her eyes.
But it's the number that's tattooed on the back of her neck that she's worried about. Is it even still there? Clara gathers up her short hair to lift it up and turn in a way she can look at what she's afraid will be there. And sure enough, the numbers 001 are there, taunting her. There's no escaping the chronolock. Even here in another dimension and possibly even another universe entirely it follows her. It's a reminder of what she has waiting for her. Of what she has to hide from the man that's willing to tear the fabric of the universe apart if it means protecting her.
No matter what happens, the Doctor can never know her fate.
She's so caught up in her thoughts that she doesn't hear the door open at first. Her close friends know they're always able to just come inside, and it's likely the Doctor could pop back in as well. As soon as she realizes she's not alone her hair is dropped, hopefully masking any sign of the fact she's marked with a permanent countdown. She forces a smile, though it doesn't quite meet her eyes. She's able to keep her tone as fond and teasing as ever, which is a win. Banter is exactly what she needs to cheer up right about now.]
Let me guess. You want me to come see something you've done that shows how amazingly clever you are?
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Her hand shifts so she can twine a few of her fingers through his. The size difference between their hands makes her softly laugh.]
He's lucky to have you.
[And she hopes that for his sake, everything they're doing here is worth something and will make a difference.]
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[That's all. Simple, right? He's worked it all out, how to just alter that cascade of events that led to so much suffering. Dressrosa will still have a future, too - his message will be delivered, rather than intercepted by his brother's counterspy.
So it's hard to entertain the idea that bringing the orbs together could cause some sort of awful harm he can't even picture, or that perhaps this promise to undo regrets is all a big lie. But the questions have to be asked, because to know an awful truth is better than to charge forward through other people's worlds, blind and ignorant to the damage they're causing.
Rosinante nearly hesitates to ask the next question, but fair's fair, right?]
What about you?
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What about me?
[The question is turned around so he'll have to elaborate and be specific to get information out of her. His concern is appreciated, and he has a way of making her feel secure enough that she drops her guard to discuss things. But she's still unsure about revealing too much about herself now, while she's still trying to mentally sort things out.]
I haven't made a promise to anyone that brings me here, if that's what you're wondering.
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[She doesn't feel comfortable with the topic, that's clear enough. Any prying will stay gentle, with easy ways to sidestep, because he's not meaning to interrogate. He even throws in a little squeeze of her hand, hoping to help reassure her.]
But you don't have to talk about it if you'd rather not. I've heard some people speculating that there may be things we have in common between us with the sort of bargains made with the orbs, but to me that seems unlikely. I have a feeling they're not that picky.
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[She lets that admission sit out in the air, wondering what sort of person that makes her. Now that years have passed, the loss of her mother doesn't sting the way that it used to. She's grown and matured, developed into a woman that understands that her mother lives on through her.]
I know she'd want me to change my own death. But I'm not sure that's a possibility.
[Now that she's gone and said that, she feels incredibly vulnerable. Her hand slips free from beneath his, and she climbs up to her feet to stand.]
And I also think that makes me a more valuable pawn now than I was before. Desperation makes people incredibly useful.
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All his life he's failed to stand up to his brother, and the moment he tried, it got him killed. Some luck.
She stands as if to leave, and he lets his hand fall back over his knees. If she wants to go, then he'll let her, even if he'd rather she stayed.]
You and me both, then. Desperate and useful. Maybe we'll be wrong, though, and helping the orbs will all work out for the benefit of everyone. Kinda have to hope.
[Because wouldn't that be nice? Then he wouldn't have to worry so much about the things he'll do for the little boy he left in the snow, if it's all truly for the best of everyone in the end.]
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Hope is always good, but it's better to be realistic. Prepare for the worst so we can be surprised when something better happens.
[And in that moment, she realizes that's how she's spent so much of the last year of her life. The risks grew greater and greater on each adventure she and the Doctor went on. She became more and more reckless, valuing her life so little that she was willing to just throw it away in the name of keeping someone else alive. She had been so focused on preparing for the worst in every other outing that she hadn't even given herself time to look for a better path.
Maybe that was her purpose for being here. To fix that by teaching herself to look for the good again, to find ways to make something better happen. For both herself and the Doctor.
She doesn't leave as she had been planning. She doesn't sit back down, but stands beside him.]
You have to promise me that you'll be careful not to make yourself too useful.
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She stays put and he leans his head against her, then nods.]
You too. Wherever the line is, we'll have to learn to walk it.
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Course we will. There's no other choice but to try.
[Her head turns, pressing an affectionate peck against his forehead. He's been a good friend to her in the short time they've known one another. she can only hope to be the same for him.]
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He's had little of that in his life, and he soaks it up like a drowning man starved for oxygen, though he thinks he may never be able to tell her just how much it means to him.
The peck, admittedly, does bring out a bit of a blush to accompany his smile.]
Glad you're back. Wouldn't be much fun here without you around.
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Oh, you're stuck with me now. There's absolutely no getting rid of me.
[Her head turns just enough to rest her cheek against him. And they sit there like that, Clara taking great delight in the fact that she's finally feeling a sense of contentment.]