welcome; [New place, different day. For someone like Clara, waking up in strange new places isn't exactly a new thing. The circumstances here are a bit odd, maybe, but she has total faith that she'll be able to find her way right out of the situation. The painkillers are intentionally left right where they rest, as is the glass of water.
Getting dressed is quick and easy, and she tries to ignore the pounding headache in favor of exploring her new surroundings.
At one point she loses track of time completely and takes in an entire long corridor of art. The piece she favors is one of the stars. If someone is to encounter her there, she'll likely draw them in by asking what the stars are like where they come from.
The library is fascinating enough, though she can't exactly place any of the texts as being from her version of Earth or any other planet she's been to. Any poor soul that's nearby when she sets her mind to finding books of maps will be put to work assisting her, with a promise that it will be worth their while.
But it's the gates outside where she spends the longest amount of time. That feeling of deep foreboding builds within her until it's a nagging distress, which only compounds her headache and makes her lose track of time completely. It isn't until someone pulls her from her thoughts that she pulls out of the trance like state she's in, and blinks as she glances over toward them with an apology.]
eat cake; [She'll pass on the pinks and blues, thank you very much. Where color seems to be in abundance all around her, Clara's opted to piece together something that doesn't necessarily follow the rules. Doing what's expected of her is old news at this point. She isn't a good little girl, and she most certainly isn't in attendance to drink and eat.
Her sights are set on bigger prizes. While she moves through the crowd in search of diamonds, what she's really after are secrets. Information is power, after all. And she covers her desire to find out as much as she can about everyone that's here with her, disarming with a dimpled smile and a playful attitude as she does whatever she must to get as many diamonds as possible.
There's some flirting here, some casual attempts to pickpocket there. She doesn't try to hide the fact she's playing at wanting to have the most diamonds at the end of the night.
In the midst of all her socialization she brushes past someone that's indulging in the sweets. The sight of it makes her take pause, and she attempts to size up whether or not they have anything worth her while as she teases.]
Oh, I wouldn't bite into that if I were you.
dream;
I told them not to eat anything.
[Clara Oswald has spent time in many unfortunate situations, but none have ever felt quite as...indulgent as this one. All around people are giving in to their basest urges, and she isn't sure why she's not feeling the urges the same as everyone else. But she's definitely not about to go lock herself away in a room and wait this out.
No, she's content to explore and observe everyone else. There's plenty of ammunition she can use against people later, and she takes it all in with eyebrows raised. She rounds a corner, more focused on others than noticing where she's going. Which is exactly why she nearly runs right into someone.
And judging from the look in their eyes, she isn't sure conversation is what they're after. Her hand clutches at that necklace resting around her neck and she takes a cautious step back.]
clara oswald | doctor who
[New place, different day. For someone like Clara, waking up in strange new places isn't exactly a new thing. The circumstances here are a bit odd, maybe, but she has total faith that she'll be able to find her way right out of the situation. The painkillers are intentionally left right where they rest, as is the glass of water.
Getting dressed is quick and easy, and she tries to ignore the pounding headache in favor of exploring her new surroundings.
At one point she loses track of time completely and takes in an entire long corridor of art. The piece she favors is one of the stars. If someone is to encounter her there, she'll likely draw them in by asking what the stars are like where they come from.
The library is fascinating enough, though she can't exactly place any of the texts as being from her version of Earth or any other planet she's been to. Any poor soul that's nearby when she sets her mind to finding books of maps will be put to work assisting her, with a promise that it will be worth their while.
But it's the gates outside where she spends the longest amount of time. That feeling of deep foreboding builds within her until it's a nagging distress, which only compounds her headache and makes her lose track of time completely. It isn't until someone pulls her from her thoughts that she pulls out of the trance like state she's in, and blinks as she glances over toward them with an apology.]
eat cake;
[She'll pass on the pinks and blues, thank you very much. Where color seems to be in abundance all around her, Clara's opted to piece together something that doesn't necessarily follow the rules. Doing what's expected of her is old news at this point. She isn't a good little girl, and she most certainly isn't in attendance to drink and eat.
Her sights are set on bigger prizes. While she moves through the crowd in search of diamonds, what she's really after are secrets. Information is power, after all. And she covers her desire to find out as much as she can about everyone that's here with her, disarming with a dimpled smile and a playful attitude as she does whatever she must to get as many diamonds as possible.
There's some flirting here, some casual attempts to pickpocket there. She doesn't try to hide the fact she's playing at wanting to have the most diamonds at the end of the night.
In the midst of all her socialization she brushes past someone that's indulging in the sweets. The sight of it makes her take pause, and she attempts to size up whether or not they have anything worth her while as she teases.]
Oh, I wouldn't bite into that if I were you.
dream;
I told them not to eat anything.
[Clara Oswald has spent time in many unfortunate situations, but none have ever felt quite as...indulgent as this one. All around people are giving in to their basest urges, and she isn't sure why she's not feeling the urges the same as everyone else. But she's definitely not about to go lock herself away in a room and wait this out.
No, she's content to explore and observe everyone else. There's plenty of ammunition she can use against people later, and she takes it all in with eyebrows raised. She rounds a corner, more focused on others than noticing where she's going. Which is exactly why she nearly runs right into someone.
And judging from the look in their eyes, she isn't sure conversation is what they're after. Her hand clutches at that necklace resting around her neck and she takes a cautious step back.]
Let me guess. Feeling a bit peckish?