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entrancelogs2013-05-12 08:07 pm
bossily) wrote in entrancelogs2013-05-12 08:07 pm
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Who: Clara Oswald & ? (Open to anyone and everyone!)
Where: Staircase, The Library, & The Gardens
When: an afternoon early in the week.
Rating: G/PG - don't see there being any need for warnings
Summary: Clara's curiosity and boredom leads to a lot of note taking and "experiments".
The Story:
Clara's been here about a week now, and in that time she's quickly become bored. The newness of exploring leaves her with more questions and not enough answers, and that just doesn't sit right with her at all. She tries behaving herself and keeps to the library quite often. But after a week of so many books and not enough action, she's restless. Usually that would lead to her doing something that gets her into trouble. But in this place, she's left with a lot of note taking about everything she sees and playing around with random things she pulls from her closet.
Today sees Clara sitting atop the staircase that leads from the first to second floor. With her new favorite book placed upon her lap she watches a Slinky slowly wobble it's way down the steps. When it finally reaches bottom, she watches with great disappointment as it doesn't pick itself and go back up the steps. She's still of the assumption that things can go both up and down since this is Wonderland, and with a frown she opens her book to write down that no, regular gravity and rules of physics seem to still be in effect. Things don't just animate themselves and make absolutely no sense, much to her disappointment.
Midday has her sitting in the library with her favorite book of 10,000 Planets to See sitting before her. She's drawn a small map and a list on the blank front page, and is spending some time crossing out the names of rooms she's discovered. Despite having crossed out most of the words, there are check marks by some, question marks by others, and little x's next to the majority. She seems to be looking for something, trying to cross out locations as if she was playing a lengthy game of mystery detective. It's time consuming and doesn't exactly help her boredom, but it's good to have something to focus on for an hour or so.
Late in the afternoon she finds herself out in the gardens, with a variety of leaves sitting out before her. It's a lovely day, far too perfect to spend her time cooped up indoors. So she organizes this stack of leaves outside, holding them up to a page on her book one at a time. She separates them into two piles as she goes through each one. The reject pile is clear, they're a messy stack of skinny and razor sharp leaves. The second pile of bigger leaves is stacked much nicer, and is kept closer to her. They're the ones she's most interested in. She's itching for an adventure or action of some kind, but this is important to get done. The sooner she finds a leaf that's close to her original one, the sooner she can have a new first page in her new book. It will never replace the one she's lost, but she thinks it will be a good symbol of a fresh start. So she stays focused on the task for hours, only stopping occasionally to fall back and stare up at nothing in particular.
Where: Staircase, The Library, & The Gardens
When: an afternoon early in the week.
Rating: G/PG - don't see there being any need for warnings
Summary: Clara's curiosity and boredom leads to a lot of note taking and "experiments".
The Story:
Clara's been here about a week now, and in that time she's quickly become bored. The newness of exploring leaves her with more questions and not enough answers, and that just doesn't sit right with her at all. She tries behaving herself and keeps to the library quite often. But after a week of so many books and not enough action, she's restless. Usually that would lead to her doing something that gets her into trouble. But in this place, she's left with a lot of note taking about everything she sees and playing around with random things she pulls from her closet.
Today sees Clara sitting atop the staircase that leads from the first to second floor. With her new favorite book placed upon her lap she watches a Slinky slowly wobble it's way down the steps. When it finally reaches bottom, she watches with great disappointment as it doesn't pick itself and go back up the steps. She's still of the assumption that things can go both up and down since this is Wonderland, and with a frown she opens her book to write down that no, regular gravity and rules of physics seem to still be in effect. Things don't just animate themselves and make absolutely no sense, much to her disappointment.
Midday has her sitting in the library with her favorite book of 10,000 Planets to See sitting before her. She's drawn a small map and a list on the blank front page, and is spending some time crossing out the names of rooms she's discovered. Despite having crossed out most of the words, there are check marks by some, question marks by others, and little x's next to the majority. She seems to be looking for something, trying to cross out locations as if she was playing a lengthy game of mystery detective. It's time consuming and doesn't exactly help her boredom, but it's good to have something to focus on for an hour or so.
Late in the afternoon she finds herself out in the gardens, with a variety of leaves sitting out before her. It's a lovely day, far too perfect to spend her time cooped up indoors. So she organizes this stack of leaves outside, holding them up to a page on her book one at a time. She separates them into two piles as she goes through each one. The reject pile is clear, they're a messy stack of skinny and razor sharp leaves. The second pile of bigger leaves is stacked much nicer, and is kept closer to her. They're the ones she's most interested in. She's itching for an adventure or action of some kind, but this is important to get done. The sooner she finds a leaf that's close to her original one, the sooner she can have a new first page in her new book. It will never replace the one she's lost, but she thinks it will be a good symbol of a fresh start. So she stays focused on the task for hours, only stopping occasionally to fall back and stare up at nothing in particular.
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She still feels quite foolish, for getting so much off her chest, and in the middle of the library. It's childish of her, something she hasn't done since she was a teenager. But she supposes that Martha puts her at ease enough that it feels genuine and alright, and not at all the same as talking to someone like her father or the Doctor. It just comes easier, and doesn't feel like anything's expected of her once it's out there in the open.
"Have you spoken to him recently? The Doctor." She's all too eager to completely change the subject, and figures that's a good topic to go over. He needs people to watch over him and make sure he doesn't blow everyone up, she's convinced of it.
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Martha has to shake her head, though, because she hasn't been spending as much time with him as she would have expected. It's not that it has anything to do with his change in appearance and demeanor, but more that this place is large and she's got her own responsibilities, so finding the time and opportunity to chat is easier said than done.
"I've only spoken to him once so far. I ran into him shortly after he arrived and showed him around a bit," she explains. It's probably not the best idea to leave him to his own devices for so long, but Martha also suspects that between her, Rose, Clara, and Donna, he's got more than enough people to keep him out of trouble.
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"Between all of us, he'll be just fine." She doesn't want to fully get into her worries about the Doctor being trapped in a place like this, without his TARDIS. She doesn't think that mundane life suits him, and that it will end up going very well at all.
With her book still clutched close to her, Clara moves to scoot her chair out and stand up. She's starting to feel a bit restless herself, and her legs could use a good stretch.
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She's thankful that it had only been a few months, as that had been hard enough with the way that he'd carried on, turning the flat that they'd rented out into his own personal project. The thing is, the Doctor wasn't meant to stay in one place. Martha can only hope that Wonderland will be interesting enough (and change itself often enough) that it won't wear on him too much.
When Clara stands, Martha glances up, drawn right out of her thoughts. "You heading off, then?" She doesn't want to presume too much and ask to come along if Clara wants some time to herself.