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thisavrou_log2016-06-10 01:31 pm
bosswald) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-06-10 01:31 pm
Entry tags:
just talk yourself up
Who: Clara Oswald & OPEN
When: anywhere between June 5-15
Where: various places
What: Coming to terms with her current situation
Warnings: Nothing yet, will update as needed.
still searching;
[Despite searching the ship over as quick as she could her first couple of days on the ship, spending her time planet side has resulted in Clara not doing a thorough enough job to feel really satisfied with her efforts. So for a few days in a row she spends all her time on the Moira, this time hitting the residential decks in order to knock on doors and see if she can peek inside various rooms. She keeps track of where she's visited by writing deck and room numbers down, making note of the rooms where there's no answer so she can come back another time. For those that are present when she knocks, she greets them with a smile and an air of someone who is there for a very specific purpose and not a social call. Instead of a proper greeting, she says,]
You haven't happened to have anything unexpected pop up in your room recently, have you?
battledome;
[There's so much arguing among the crew here that Clara feels it's best to create some sort of way for everyone to work out their issues. She'd normally recommend talking, but it seems that words are only getting people further and further into messes. So she takes it upon herself to do a little shopping, and spends one afternoon on the beach area closest to where the ship is docked. Barefoot and dressed in a little sundress, she puts a plan of stress relief in motion. She takes the time to put wooden stakes in the ground and strings them together to create a small arena, and then works on creating perfectly safe plastic bats with foam taped all over them.
This takes her about an hour to get all set up, and she finishes it off with a handwritten sign that reads:
Feeling frustrated? Looking for a fight? Look no further! Step right up and grab a bat :)]
drinking;
[Eventually, she reaches the first step in accepting the fact that the Doctor's a lazy bum that won't be coming to get her in the TARDIS. That first step involves something she isn't very fond of doing, but feels is a vital part of coping with things like this.
Finding a horribly themed tiki bar, she sits alone and drinks one ridiculously named fruity drink after another. She doesn't mind company, but given the comical pout on her face, it's clear she's drinking for a reason. When someone does sit down by her, she's had enough to drink that she's feeling friendly despite that ridiculous pout, and slips the fruity rum drink she's working on over toward them to share.]
No point in ordering. This is the best thing on the menu. Trust me, I've had everything by now.
gardening;
[Since she's been here long enough, she figures she ought to at least check out the place she's supposed to work. She knows that things are lenient right now, what with the all expenses paid vacation happening, but wants to look around the gardens before deciding to give them up altogether. So she makes her way to them one afternoon, a bounce to her step as she looks around. She's hoping to catch sight of Miles and Fat Ninny, but not spotting either right away she takes out her notebook she's been writing so many other notes in and starts writing as she looks around. In her notebook are descriptions of the plants she sees, and a quick decision on if the she's likely to kill, destined to kill, capable of not killing.
She comes across a strange looking plant that she's never seen before, and glances over at the person nearest her.]
Would you say this is more of a fern or an exotic weed?
emotions are hard work;
[After she goes through all the proper mental steps, she finally accepts the fact that she's stuck here and there is no TARDIS that's coming to get her. She accepts the fact that the Doctor is slow and stupid and can't even figure out where she's at. The only downside to accepting these things is the fact that they make her feel incredibly sad. So she takes to the beach at an insanely late hour, hoping to be alone so she can cry in peace. She loathes the fact that she feels sad at all, and tells herself that one good cry is all she needs to get it out of her system. So she plops down in the sand and does just that, only to hear the sound of footsteps not too long after. Wiping at her face as quick as she can, she turns her head to look around. There's most definitely someone there, and typically she'd fake a smile and invite them over to chat but she doesn't have it in her right now.]
I didn't figure there'd be anyone else out this late.
[It's a polite way of asking why they're here, invading her solitude where she's feeling emotions in peace and quiet.]
When: anywhere between June 5-15
Where: various places
What: Coming to terms with her current situation
Warnings: Nothing yet, will update as needed.
still searching;
[Despite searching the ship over as quick as she could her first couple of days on the ship, spending her time planet side has resulted in Clara not doing a thorough enough job to feel really satisfied with her efforts. So for a few days in a row she spends all her time on the Moira, this time hitting the residential decks in order to knock on doors and see if she can peek inside various rooms. She keeps track of where she's visited by writing deck and room numbers down, making note of the rooms where there's no answer so she can come back another time. For those that are present when she knocks, she greets them with a smile and an air of someone who is there for a very specific purpose and not a social call. Instead of a proper greeting, she says,]
You haven't happened to have anything unexpected pop up in your room recently, have you?
battledome;
[There's so much arguing among the crew here that Clara feels it's best to create some sort of way for everyone to work out their issues. She'd normally recommend talking, but it seems that words are only getting people further and further into messes. So she takes it upon herself to do a little shopping, and spends one afternoon on the beach area closest to where the ship is docked. Barefoot and dressed in a little sundress, she puts a plan of stress relief in motion. She takes the time to put wooden stakes in the ground and strings them together to create a small arena, and then works on creating perfectly safe plastic bats with foam taped all over them.
This takes her about an hour to get all set up, and she finishes it off with a handwritten sign that reads:
Feeling frustrated? Looking for a fight? Look no further! Step right up and grab a bat :)]
drinking;
[Eventually, she reaches the first step in accepting the fact that the Doctor's a lazy bum that won't be coming to get her in the TARDIS. That first step involves something she isn't very fond of doing, but feels is a vital part of coping with things like this.
Finding a horribly themed tiki bar, she sits alone and drinks one ridiculously named fruity drink after another. She doesn't mind company, but given the comical pout on her face, it's clear she's drinking for a reason. When someone does sit down by her, she's had enough to drink that she's feeling friendly despite that ridiculous pout, and slips the fruity rum drink she's working on over toward them to share.]
No point in ordering. This is the best thing on the menu. Trust me, I've had everything by now.
gardening;
[Since she's been here long enough, she figures she ought to at least check out the place she's supposed to work. She knows that things are lenient right now, what with the all expenses paid vacation happening, but wants to look around the gardens before deciding to give them up altogether. So she makes her way to them one afternoon, a bounce to her step as she looks around. She's hoping to catch sight of Miles and Fat Ninny, but not spotting either right away she takes out her notebook she's been writing so many other notes in and starts writing as she looks around. In her notebook are descriptions of the plants she sees, and a quick decision on if the she's likely to kill, destined to kill, capable of not killing.
She comes across a strange looking plant that she's never seen before, and glances over at the person nearest her.]
Would you say this is more of a fern or an exotic weed?
emotions are hard work;
[After she goes through all the proper mental steps, she finally accepts the fact that she's stuck here and there is no TARDIS that's coming to get her. She accepts the fact that the Doctor is slow and stupid and can't even figure out where she's at. The only downside to accepting these things is the fact that they make her feel incredibly sad. So she takes to the beach at an insanely late hour, hoping to be alone so she can cry in peace. She loathes the fact that she feels sad at all, and tells herself that one good cry is all she needs to get it out of her system. So she plops down in the sand and does just that, only to hear the sound of footsteps not too long after. Wiping at her face as quick as she can, she turns her head to look around. There's most definitely someone there, and typically she'd fake a smile and invite them over to chat but she doesn't have it in her right now.]
I didn't figure there'd be anyone else out this late.
[It's a polite way of asking why they're here, invading her solitude where she's feeling emotions in peace and quiet.]
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