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[beautifullies]

Who: Claire Fraser + YOU
Where: Her room, clinic, outside
When: After the hurricane blows over
Rating: Light cursing, wherever that puts us.
Summary: Something's wrong with the closet and Claire blames whatever tf happened over the weekend. Plus, she needs to check on the garden.
The Story:

☼ home ☼

Ever since arriving in Wonderland and for few exceptions otherwise, Claire has always dressed in 18th-century fashion. Not because it's overly comfortable; it's sentimental. Frank had purposefully destroyed every single thing Claire had to remind her of the life she'd lived with Jamie (save for Brianna, of course, and her ring), and she'd be damned if anyone would ever take that away from her again. Twenty years was long enough. Besides that, her husband won't suddenly and all at once adapt to 20th-century life. Paired with Wonderland being modern in and of itself, seeing their daughter in bikinis, shorts, and tank tops is enough for the poor man's heart, she feels.

Which is why there's some frustration happening in their room today.

Every now and then she keeps the door open to invite friends new and old alike to their 4th floor home. It's almost like being Laird and Lady again, to have people come in and out of their home just to visit. They don't collect rent and they aren't overseeing anyone's safety and well-being, but it's nice all the same to get to know their fellow residents. But today, that open door is revealing a current struggle.

"You damned bloody closet, cooperate," she huffs. But it doesn't. And outfit after outfit is modern, including the one she's currently wearing. Giving up, she rubs her face and decides to just spend her day in the damned blue dress and heels, if that's what she's meant to do for God knows what reason.

"Christ, fine."

The rest of her morning is spent tending to her indoor plants, fussing over them and trimming what needs to be, taking care to check soil and light and everything else that goes into taking care of her herbs. Sometimes Bree or sometimes Jamie will lead people through their own version of Lallybroch to speak with Claire and she greets everyone, happy to chat the day away.

☤ clinic ☤

Making her way to the clinic and pushing the door open, she props it then stares in confusion once the lights are on. Broken glass.

"How in Christ's name..."

It's interior, with the views she assumed were magical because how in hell does an interior room have windows? And yet whatever hurricane winds swept through shattered two of them and she sets out for a broom and dustpan to try and get it cleaned up. Why didn't Wonderland repair itself? Or is it still trying? She has no idea. If they don't repair themselves she'll need to ask someone if they can help, but for now, she simply closes the shades once the glass has been removed. At least the weather is nicer now.

Once she's done, Claire sits behind her desk right at the front and gets to work on a list of things to plant outdoors now that spring has arrived and she has a better idea of the climate during each season in Wonderland. She's lost in thought and tapping her pen against her cheek, contemplating beets and radishes this year instead of carrots and peas. Maybe she'll just go for all four. That's why as someone walks in, she murmurs. "If you had your own garden, would you rather yield radishes or carrots?"

✿ Gardens ✿

Early in the evening, but before supper with Jamie and Bree, Claire heads outside to the gardens, trading her high heels for boots and wearing an apron over her dress. A dress that is so impractical for outdoor work, but a fight she didn't want to continue having with Wonderland's magic.

Basket in hand, she crouches, trying to remember not to bend lest she give everyone a free show. Examing plants, she moves to the greenhouse where things are up on raised tables and she doesn't have to worry about being down on her hands and knees in a dress. As she works, she hums to herself, a mindless tune that sounds suspiciously like Stop, in the Name of Love. It's peaceful, which means it's easy to get lost in her own thoughts out here, busy working as she is. She loves company, though, never minding it as she adds things to her basket and makes notes of what she's going to plant and where.

❤ Wildcard ❤


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Clinic

[mourning_ghost]

"Carrots." He remembers one of his older siblings had started a garden back at the Hatoful House. It had saved the orphanage desperately needed money and the resulting vegetables had tasted better than the store bought ones. "Are you thinking of starting one?"

He frowns as he notices the broken window. Does it mean anything that it hasn't been fixed yet?

[beautifullies]

Well, that's one for carrots, and Claire looks up at Nageki. "Someone had a rooftop garden but they've left now, and so did it. Even if we get most of what we need from the closets, it might be nice to have a reserve of food for whatever reason."

She looks toward the glassless frame now, following his gaze. "Some of the magic seems to be out of sorts."

[mourning_ghost]

"..." Hopefully that means Wonderland was distracted and not hurt.

Only time will tell with the window. Nageki turns his attention back to Claire's garden. "Would corn grow well here?"

{Fashion, turn to the left! Fashion, turn to the right! ☼ Home

[wontbeused]

Kol visits Claire on occasion, usually at the clinic because it's the easiest place to find her, but every now and then, he'll stroll by her room just to say hi.

Today, however, he doesn't even quite get that far. He's hovering in the doorway, watching her fuss at the closet, unable to stop the chuckle that bubbles up and out of his mouth. "Have problems, are we?"

[beautifullies]

Claire makes as close to an ugh sound as she ever gets as she turns her head to look at him.

"Something about the damned magic in this place is off, and I can't get the clothes I actually want." She gestures to herself in her very 60s inspired dress. It isn't that it's bad at all, and she lets out a breath.

"This doesn't feel like me, anymore."

[wontbeused]

"It does rather tend to have a mind of its own." he admits, smirking a bit as he crosses the threshold of their door and wanders in to take a better look. "I don't see anything wrong with it. It suits you." He tips his head slightly to the side. "Perhaps that's why the closet refuses to give you something else. It agrees with me."

☼

[givingback]

Bree can hear the cursing and she pokes her head out of her room, raising an eyebrow.

"Are you losing a fight with the closet?"

[beautifullies]

"Honestly, Bree, if there are clothes you enjoy, I suggest not throwing them back for now and expecting to get it again. Whatever happened this weekend, everything is...off."

She lets out a breath, then gives up for now, crossing her arms over her chest.

"At least you won't be offended by my bare calves."

Jamie probably won't be either, but it makes her feel better, imagining his reaction.

[givingback]

"And you think Da will?"

Bree pauses and laughs softly, shaking her head.

"He did see me coming in from the pool once, in a bikini. I thought his head was gonna explode. I haven't noticed anything weird, though? It gave me my outfit today just fine." A pair of jean shorts and a t-shirt. Simple enough.

"Maybe you're trying too hard."

~Garden~

[eatsyourscience]

Souji isn't often seen outside of the diner these days, but he's taking a walk today with two of his more mobile pets in tow. There's a small gray and white rabbit in the hood of his sweatshirt and a rather fat, though still small, gray dragon following along behind him.

He spots Claire through the glass walls of the greenhouse and, head cocked curiously to one side, heads over to stand in the doorway.

"...That seems impractical." The dress, he means.

[beautifullies]

"Believe me, I tried to shout that at the closet when it wouldn't give me the trousers I wanted," Claire says with a huff before even looking up. But finally, she does and blinks a bit, looking past him.

"Is that a..."

She blinks again.

"...A dragon?"

🏠

[bloodmagics]

[Hawke had been on his way to talk to Claire about something but all thoughts of that slip his mind when he hears the noises coming from her room and lets himself in.]

Giving you some trouble?

[beautifullies]

[ Claire is just throwing a high heel back into the closet in sheer annoyance. Looking over at Hawke, she huffs. ]

Whatever happened this weekend has fucked the closets. At least for me.

[ It's probably just her, that's her luck. ]

clinic

[hairdont]

[The hurricane had been so weird. Wonderland's had weather before but never like that outside of an event, even if people did accidentally break it.

Bear was suitably traumatised.]


--Whoa! How did that happen? Was it the storm?

[beautifullies]

[ Claire looks up at nods. ]

It was, and the magic of Wonderland never repaired it. I'll give it a couple of days and see if anything happens. If it doesn't, I'll need to get Jamie in here to install new glass.

[ He built them a whole house by himself, surely he can handle one window. ]

the scandal of wonderland

[1743]

Jamie had briefly been out this morning while his wife searched futilely in the closet for a suitable outfit to wear. So, he'd missed her fervent and vocal frustration, and had simply walked into their common room to suddenly see his wife nearly naked.

Shutting the door, he looks at her curiously, but appreciatively, eyes landing on her legs before he looks back up at her face, grinning as he makes his way over to her.

"Ye may as well have no' bothered getting dressed, Sassenach. Ye're nearly naked in this. And I canna say I mind it."

u love it jamie

[beautifullies]

Claire rolls her eyes at her husband, scoffing.

"Nearly naked?"

Her shift is longer than this dress, but she crosses her arms over her chest loosely in amusement.

"I used to wear outfits like this to work at the hospital, Jamie. Brianna wears dresses like this to school."

Skirts, but no need to tell him those are even shorter. He'll find out soon enough now that the weather is warming.

Garden

[twirlier]

In truth, to put it bluntly, Misty is completely and utterly crushed. She's only just returned from Hell, and the apocalypse as well, and realized how much she could lose leaving this place. And now she's learning how much she is losing in this place. Her garden means the world to her and now it's utterly gone. Not just the plants either, her entire bed of swamp mud has been destroyed, and truth of the matter is, in that moment? Misty realizes how good witches become bad ones. Tears have streaked her face, mixing with the mud and leaving tracks on her cheeks. Her eyes are red rimmed, as is her nose, and she's trying to clear out the poor dead tattered bits of her plants, forming a compost heap where her lost pile from the fall and winter had been and whispering softly to the dead plants, apologizing. Noticing movement, Misty watches Claire head for the greenhouse and she pushes to her feet then. Covered in dirt and mud, she moves to the door, pausing there as she hugs herself, watching Claire work for a long time. "I really thought bein' here my days dealing with hurricanes would be over," she murmurs, not wanting to interrupt, but needing the company nonetheless.

[beautifullies]

Claire turns and looks at her, then puts down her basket, moving to her and wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"Oh, Misty. We'll fix it, all of it. I'll help you with whatever you need," she promises.

clinic, from the mirror side!

[neversauntered]

[Things are much calmer on the other side of the mirrors now that the White Queen is in charge, but the mirror clinic still sees its share of scrapes and bloody wounds if only because of the nature of the people who live there. It's going to take a long time to convince them to stop fighting one another when it's what most of them seem to be made for.

But it's a quiet afternoon, and Gadreel is keeping his hands busy tidying his supplies and checking the machines that Rick had made for them before he disappeared. Claire so often keeps her side of the mirror covered, but that doesn't mean he can't hear her, and when he hears that question so absent-mindedly asked he writes his answer on a slip of paper and pushes it carefully through the mirror.

'radishes']

[beautifullies]

[ It takes a moment for Claire to see the piece of paper, but when she does she knows who it's from and she grabs a dry erase marker, writing backward on the mirror so that he can read it easily. ]

Well, that's one for radishes, anyway.

How are you?

clinic.

[waitin]

Clementine has been avoiding people for the most part (with a few notable exceptions like Louis) especially new people. It's easier that way (she's still trying to grapple with this new reality), but there comes a point in her researching about amputation that she realizes she... needs some information from a reliable, medical source as soon as possible. She needs someone who actually knows anything about wounds. It's not like she knows how well Ruby was even able to keep it clean or stitch it up. Ruby's wonderful, but she's a teenager, who was never trained for anything like this.

It's a wonder she managed to keep Clementine from dying- a miracle really.

It's what has her making her way into the clinic on her crutches.

Her hands tighten their hold on those crutches as she looks around.

"...hello?"

[beautifullies]

Claire looks up from where she's sticking some sort of paperwork in a filing cabinet and smiles softly at the girl on crutches, noting the missing appendage.

"Hello. I'm Claire. What can I do for you today?"

It's actually rare that she has someone come in for anything medically related, any time she's given aid has been during an event and when the mansion isn't the mansion.

gardens;

[mandrakes]

In the greenhouse, she'll find Regis already present with earth-stained hands and a smudge on his jaw where he absent-mindedly attended to an itch while he was working. He long-since pulled up the last of his mandrakes, but is putting the charm-protected space to good use and turning the soil to find every last root that the mandrakes put down. They could poison it for anything else he might plant, and he can't have that.

"What is that tune?" he asks her, after a short while of listening to her hum it. It isn't anything he recognises - not that that ought to be surprising - but it holds a peculiar rhythm, too, that is entirely at odds with anything he knows.

"You seem to know it well."

[beautifullies]

Claire didn't even see him for all the tall plants and when she hears his voice, she brightens, then laughs.

"A song Brianna played over and over and over again when she was about sixteen. It's called 'Stop, in the Name of Love.' You'd have thought she'd been in love for decades the way she sang it."