[Not for the first time, Claire Fraser has no idea where she is, and it's getting a little ridiculous at this point. This isn't castle Leoch (it's the real side of Wonderland, not that she's of any mind to actually know that or fathom a mirror side), and none of these people look familiar that she sees as she stumbles down the halls, and plenty of them look just as confused as she is. Well, at least that's a step up from being entirely alone in an entirely different century, but she's not about to celebrate yet, nor does she stop to talk to anyone unless they grab her first.
Gathering herself and smoothing back her wayward curls, she takes a deep breath and pauses in the entrance hall. She needs to go. Where, she has no idea, but maybe this time there might be a familiar face. Or, maybe--]
Frank?
[Her chest tightens. This isn't likely the 1940s, but maybe, just maybe, she's somewhere her husband is. It's foolish the moment she thinks it, and she feels like an idiot for calling his name aloud. No, this isn't normal. Nothing's been normal for a long time.
Little does she know that she's already here. This Claire is decades younger, married only once, and desperately in need of a friendly face to make sense of this madness.
She stops, dressed in her skirts and stays just as Claire Fraser would be, and scrubs her hands over her face.]
claire randall | outlander
Gathering herself and smoothing back her wayward curls, she takes a deep breath and pauses in the entrance hall. She needs to go. Where, she has no idea, but maybe this time there might be a familiar face. Or, maybe--]
Frank?
[Her chest tightens. This isn't likely the 1940s, but maybe, just maybe, she's somewhere her husband is. It's foolish the moment she thinks it, and she feels like an idiot for calling his name aloud. No, this isn't normal. Nothing's been normal for a long time.
Little does she know that she's already here. This Claire is decades younger, married only once, and desperately in need of a friendly face to make sense of this madness.
She stops, dressed in her skirts and stays just as Claire Fraser would be, and scrubs her hands over her face.]
What the hell is wrong with me?
[Maybe she's actually lost her mind.]