NAKED TIME WITH GEM

[parallels]

[There was something on her side of the bed. Well all of her bed was technically her side so the fact that there was something stopping her from spreading her legs out as far as she wanted was just weird. And annoying.

She gave it a good kick.

It pulled away for a but then eventually returned to rest against her toes. Annoying. And chilly. Why was she so cold.

With a sleepy grumble she rolled over to curl up and cocoon in her sheets. Not caring if her elbow happened to jam into someone else's ribs.]

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[parallels]

Don't tell me that I want to look at your arse and I won't have to hit you. And I can wait for another Wednesday.

[She stares at him until she makes sure his eyes are shut and completely covered. Slowly, she slides off the bed and lets the sheet fall and sets off into the rest of the room, her arms still firmly crossed over her breasts.

...Huh. It's a lavish room. The bed they were in is huge and could easily fit three people. With fancy decor and a bathroom with a hot tub. Very strange.

But still no clothes. She peeks into the bathroom to see if there's a bathroom to steal only to find towels. Will do for now. Clara wraps one around herself but it barely covers both her chest and arse at the same time.

With a sigh, she returns to the bed.]

Nothing.

[bowtimeandspace]

[He's very good, he doesn't peek. He remembers all the Bedroom Rules set out by the Ponds, of course. And very strict they were too. He does, however, huff and pout a little bit more.]

Nothing?!

[And yes, that's a lovely high pitch to his voice.]

What do you mean nothing?

[He drops his hand, but immediately lifts it back, just in case.]

Is it safe?

[parallels]

I mean nothing!

[She winces at the pitch in his voice. But it's much better than pouting.]

No clothes. ...No nothing. It's like a weird fancy hotel room. [Then she sighs.]

It's safe. Found a towel. And grabbed you one.

[Which she'll toss in his arms.]

[bowtimeandspace]

[Okay fine. He catches the towel, and slips it under the sheet, wrapping it about his waist before slipping from the bed and spinning around slightly.]

Okay. Right. Yes. Interesting. Don't you think, Clara? Nice big room. Nice big bed and nice big bath. But what's missing? Can you see it?

[parallels]

Aside from our clothes? Or is that too obvious.

[bowtimeandspace]

Yes yes, Clothes. And? Look around Clara. What isn't there? Nice hotel room like this? There's something missing, something very very important.

[parallels]

Room ser-

[Then it hits her like a smack in the face.]

There's no door!

[bowtimeandspace]

Aha!

[Here Clara, have a big huge smile, because you're wonderful.]

Exactly. No door. Bit hard to get into a room with no door. Bit hard to get out too. But then that's if we have to get out.

[And yes, he's pressing himself to the wall, no sonic, ear will have to do.]

[parallels]

[Okay and he gets a gentle smile back before it's replaced with a concerned look as she follows him towards the wall. Then she leans across his shoulder and watches him sonic the wall.]

But how did we get here? What about getting drunk and dancing?

[bowtimeandspace]

A party in our honour.

[He repeats her earlier words and gives her a look.]

Convenient, don't you think?

[And yes, he can hear something. Not sure what, but something in the wall that's not a wall. Probably not a wall.]

[parallels]

You made it sound like it happens all the time for you when we were sitting there!

[She crosses her arms and glares at the back of his head.]

[bowtimeandspace]

Well maybe not all the time. Some of the time. Usually on Tuesdays.

[He taps his fingers against the wall, stepping along it, following some invisible line.

But then? He stops. Frowns, and looks back towards her.]

Are we here? I mean, actually properly here?

[parallels]

Well it's Wednesday.

[Then she blinks.]

You mean that it's a vision? Or like... virtual?

[bowtimeandspace]

Yes. Something like that. One of those. Possibly. Probably.

What's the very last thing you remember?

[parallels]

...I was feeling tired and I was trying to find you.

[She presses a hand to her forehead as she tries to force the gears in her brain to turn and make her remember.]

Why can't I remember?

[bowtimeandspace]

No... and neither can I.

Which is frankly much more worrying. Big Time Lord brain compared to your little human one?

[There's a sudden turn, and he's there in front of her, towel swishing a little (best be careful of that), his hands held out near her face.]

I need to do something. Will you let me do something?

[parallels]

My brain's not little.

[She steps back a little, lips in a pout, and eyes searching him with suspicion.]

What are you going to do?

[bowtimeandspace]

Clara, everything about you is little. You probably need to stand on a box to brush your teeth.

Just a thing. Get in your head a bit. Won't hurt. Promise. At least it usually doesn't hurt. Best to be positive in these things, don't you think?

[parallels]

[SMACKS HIS BARE ARM. And then pulls away.]

And what if I don't want you in my head? Can't you go digging inside your own.

[bowtimeandspace]

[Pulls back his arm and rubs it because Ow. Clara!]

Of course I can't. I'm already in my own head. I need to be in yours. Check it's all still there. It won't take long.

[His voice quietens just a little.]

I need you to trust me, Clara.

[parallels]

[She moves her gaze from glaring at the floor back to his eyes. Her gaze is so intense it's like she's trying to find any hint of a lie in his body or his voice.]

What's it like? Will it hurt?

[bowtimeandspace]

I hope not. I'll just be in your head, just a little bit. Just on the surface.

[Really though, it means something that he doesn't want to lie to her. Not about this, anyway.]

Trust me, Clara. Please.

[parallels]

...Just real fast, yeah? Only about last night.

[Slowly she steps forward and stands close to him. There's no verbal confirmation but it's Clara speak for "I trust you".]

[bowtimeandspace]

Real fast.

[He smiles at her, a bit of reassurance as he lifts his hands and touches them to the sides of her face, positioning before he opens a connection. In truth, it'd be so easy to try and delve around. Solve the mystery of Clara. But that's not for now.

So he closes his eyes, and he tries to open a connection.

But then?

Nothing. Nothing at all. It won't work. Nothing works.]

Oh. This could be a problem.

[parallels]

[She had closed her eyes, squeezing them shut as though to brace herself against whatever was coming. Clara wasn't keen on any mind invasions but she didn't plan to be stuck in this place forever so she'd sacrifice a little dignity for this.

But at the sound of his voice proclaiming a problem, she opens her eyes quickly]

You can't do it?