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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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Comments

[beautifullies]

I'll be the first one to admit I was naive to take the closets for granted. I toss everything back at night when I undress for bed.

[ She won't be doing THAT ever again. ]

[neversauntered]

I don't think you need me to give a recommendation on what you ought to be doing.

[beautifullies]

[ She smiles, laughing softly to herself. ]

Trust me, lesson learned. Now, I just need my closet to stop being angry at me.

What a ridiculous thing to say.

[neversauntered]

Why is it? A closet having some measure of emotional ability wouldn't be the strangest thing that's ever happened here.

[beautifullies]

I only meant in general, I suppose. I can't imagine it will ever be something that comes up in my life again.

[neversauntered]

I suppose not. Crowley might ask you if you'd be willing to put that to a wager.