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Who: Clara Oswald & You!
When: First 2 weeks of the month
Where: Various places
What: Clara's arrival month has a lot of fuzzy memories and exploring.
Warnings: None needed now, will update if needed

Closed to The Doctor:
[Clara stays a little out of sorts the day or two after arriving, but as the wooziness starts to fade and memories of familiar things start to surface she's left with a feeling of discontent. As nice as it would be to stick around their new home and make it nice for the both of them, the need to explore overwhelms her. She can't just be stationary in one place, she needs to move about.

She grabs the Doctor and ends up dragging him around, trying to find someplace that seems off limits.]

Keep looking.

[She implores, touching at panels and things along the wall. Surely there must be hidden switches somewhere, right?]

In places like this, there are always areas that shouldn't be found.

Closed to Bucky:
[She's a little surprised by how hard it is to sleep. She's tired, but a combination of death filled dreams combined with a general unease about the odd memories she has of this place keep her awake. She's starting to feel more and more like the Doctor these days. When she can't sleep at all, she doesn't want to worry the Doctor by letting him see. So she slips out of their unit and paces the hallway nearby.

Things are quiet tonight, most others already sleeping. Trying hard not to make any noise that might disturb someone, she's slipped off her shoes and is aimlessly walking back and forth. She's anxiously biting at her thumbnail as her mind works itself in circles.

The sound of a door closing nearby catches her attention, and she turns her head to glance down the hallway at him. ]

You're up awfully late.

[Pot, meet kettle.]

Open: Observation Station

[Clara will never stop loving the stars. No matter what else is happening, something about them is so calming. She spends a good amount of time up on the observation deck in those first couple of weeks, staring out at the expanse beyond where she's confined. It's not all that bad here, but it's definitely not the TARDIS. But this view? This view is just as nice as most anything the old girl can give her. ]

Are there charts of the constellations here?

[She wonders out loud, though if anyone's nearby and wants to answer her question she won't complain.]

Open: the Bar

[Drinking starts to sound like a very good choice by the time the second week in space rolls around. It's not the space that she can't deal with, it's the not having any control over being utterly stuck that gets to her. When she stumbles upon the bar, she thinks she might be in luck. If nothing else, drinking can help with her sleeping issue.

She makes her way over to sit on one of the stools, and takes a look around.]

Is there anything here worth having?

[Someone's sitting a couple of stools over. Maybe they come here enough they can fill her in on the best space drinks. Supplies seem to be in short supply so far. She's guessing that extends to the alcohol on board too.]

Wildcard

[Clara can be found all over the place in those first couple of weeks. Feel free to write a starter with a location of your choosing!]

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[Chuckling at her response to his retort, his brows raise in genuine mirth. Sometimes it's okay to laugh, he finds himself reminding himself. He turns to face her properly, having initially only headed out the door and stopped right in front when she'd called out to him.]

You guessed it. [He throws a friendly wink her way before turning and looking down the hall behind him for a moment.]

Thought I’d— [he starts, then turning back,] —go for a walk or something. I could do more reading, but I don’t wanna bother my roommate with my paper shuffling.

[A dry, short laugh follows.]

A walk sounds lovely, actually.

[Clara, being Clara, just invites herself right along. Loneliness loves company, or something like that.]

You're a hell of a lot more considerate than my roommate is. He's been awake for three days straight and won't stop talking.

[She's so kind to the Doctor.]

[His brows raise in amusement, not missing that she’s decided to apparently join him. Even if he hardly knows a thing about her, he can’t say some company wouldn’t be appreciated. Company is always nice. And so is meeting new people.

At her remark regarding her own case, he chuckles, head angling to the side curiously.]

Three days? That’s...intense. I used to know a fella who’d do that too. Well. Know another fella now that does it the same, I guess. [Like father, like son.] He doesn’t really like talking while he’s working though. Unless it’s to himself.

So he's got a bit of a case of egomania then?

[She jokes about his friend, because it's easier than facing the fact that she can be the exact same way when working. She's been talking to herself for days, pacing in circles and trying to sort things out.

Sometimes it's just easier when you're the only thing you can hear. The pieces fall into place easier that way.

[He has to keep himself from snorting. Egomania is exactly the only way to describe what Howard and Tony both suffer from.] Yeah, [a laugh] more or less.

It’s true though. It can be. I guess that’s part of why I didn’t want to do more reading too, since I’ll probably end up mumbling something out loud without meaning to anyway.

One of the best parts about reading is being able to react. I always encourage my students to not be afraid to talk out loud when they're reading.

[She glances up at him, giving a tap to his arm as she points toward the upcoming observation deck.]

What is it you were reading? I heard there was a library here, but haven't had the chance to take a peek at it just yet.

Students? You’re a teacher? [He can’t even think of the last time he’s spoken with an educator. It’s actually rather cathartic.]

I, uh, yeah. Grabbed a bunch of stuff from the library. There’s no checkout system as far as I know, but. Well, I couldn’t spend all day at the library. Got other stuff to do, and the plants aren’t gonna rescue themselves.

About the history here though. And the...culture. I guess you could say I’m researching reality. [He laughs quietly.] Don’t really know this universe well, so. Hafta start somewhere.

Was. Dunno what I'll be able to be here.

[She's grateful for the change of topic though, pleased to focus on him instead of herself.]

Are we positive this isn't a universe we already know? I might need to try mapping the stars, to see if they match up to any others I've been to.

[The way she says it is an offer, to let him help if he needs ways to fill his time.]

Hard to say, really. Hear there are people that have different pasts despite being from the same place here, so. Could be a similar one to what I know, but could be different in ways I don’t know about too, even if it’s kinda the same.

[That said...] But it could very well be yours. Or not. Honestly, I don’t know how there’s a real way to be sure, even saying you map anything, but mapping ’em at all will give us a better idea of what we’re dealing with.

[Not that he’s really much of a scientist or astronomer or anything. He’s a hobbyist at best. That couldn’t even afford a proper telescope and just read all the book in at the NYPL to make up for it.]

It's impossible to make them all, I know. And we can't be in my galaxy. None of this looks familiar to the charts I've memorized and know.

[She frowns as she admits that out loud, and winds up hugging her arms around herself so she can rub her hands up and down her arms. Suddenly she feels the cold of being out here in space, on a station that doesn't seem to have any rhyme or reason as to how it pulls people in.]

It's really more of a project to stay busy more than anything. Bad things happen when I sit idle for too long.

[It's a sheepish admission, one that has her glancing up at him out of the corner of her eye with mild amusement. She probably sounds so ridiculous admitting that. ]