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CLARA OSWALD COURT Seelie TITLE Two Stars OCCUPATION English Teacher and Time Traveler ABLE TO FAST-TRAVEL No. RESIDENCE IN 2,701 Claer Glaem RESIDENCE IN 2,702 The Cothromach MAJOR EVENTS HIGHLIGHT Description [ ✖ ] HIGHLIGHT Description [ ✖ ] HIGHLIGHT Description [ ✖ ]

PLANS Large plans for development or activities for the timeskip, etc. SUMMARY OF KNOWN DETAILS A brief summary of what your character will have done/accomplished/experienced over the timeskip. TIMELINE OF EVENTS SPRING IN 2,701 (Mar, Apr, May) MARCH - Give a small summary of the event! Feel free to pop up any handwaved events on your timeline. Since most timelines might get a little long, the 'Major Events' area on the left should be a quick reference for the events most likely to have been very significant to your character. APRIL 15 - Description DATE - Description SUMMER IN 2,701 (Jun, Jul, Aug) DATE - Description DATE - Description DATE - Description FALL IN 2,701 (Sept, Oct, Nov) DATE - Description DATE - Description DATE - Description WINTER IN 2,701/2,702 (Dec, Jan, Feb) DATE - Description DATE - Description DATE - Description SPRING IN 2,702 (Mar, Apr) DATE - Description DATE - Description DATE - Description

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Spring of 2701

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Defrosting

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[It's cold as hell.

Clara exhales into the air and watches her breath mist and float away in front of her. Her wool cloak wrapped around her petite body and the hood covered her hair and face in shadow. Perfectly covering the ripped and scars on the left side of her face. The jabberwhelp's claws and rot had left it's mark on her. The healers had said they weren't sure if they could ever return her eye to normal.

Not exactly how she planned on spending her first venture out of Caer Glaem. But hell, she'll taking anything after being cooped up in the hospital for weeks. She'd take most miserable things over being trapped in the hospital for weeks. Plus, defrosting? She could do that. Sounds like something she and the Doctor might do anyway. Hence why she called him out here. Or at least she tried to. Sending Tyalion had worked before but it definitely wasn't as reliable as the lockets. But now... after everything with the war, she just didn't feel right sending messages to him where any eyes of the court could be watching.

So here she was at the meeting place. A spring, possibly magic, in the mountains. She could see the steam in the far distance, floating up to the stars. A grin spread across her face. It had been only a few days since smiling stopped hurting. What better to melt the snow than a hot spring in the winter? It seemed clever enough to her. Perhaps they could spread the water around the land or find some magic spell to make it overflow. Either way, it was perfect, quiet, interesting, and isolated.

Now she just had to wait.

pretend i didn't take ages upon ages to get this.

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[ It's cold as hell, but the Doctor doesn't quite register it or at least not in the way he figures most do. Yes, it's cold, but it's— just a thing, something that's more of a fact than anything else.

With the Jabberwhelp and everything else— it's been rough, rough enough that even he has a bit of trouble actually caring too much about anyone else. If the people here are going to insist on fighting or being dragged into the monarch's manipulations, then perhaps they deserve what happens to them even if it's bad.

But then Tyalion had come and though he still dislikes that infernal creature, he's still Clara's. He plans to tell her that there's a reason she's his companion and to be entirely honest, having the intelligence not to use the lockets is that reason. While he might be willing to let idiots suffer the consequences of their actions he's not willing to let them freeze to death. Besides, most beings aren't quite bred for this sort of weather regularly. Even he had his limits.

It had been of an adventure ( and not quite the good kind ) trying to find the place Clara had mentioned. A hot spring— depending on the particulars could be excellent in doing the trick with defrosting things. There was the potential of it scalding or burning a few things, but— that's just a risk one had to take when things were freezing like this. Sad, but regrettably true.

When the Doctor sees Clara he sees her back first. Most people would apologize for potentially making her wait, but the Doctor's never been most people. Instead he just moves to stand next to her, tugging his own cloak around his shoulder before looking at her. ]

Don't ask how I managed to get here it was— [ He notices her eye. ] Your eye. [ That's not how he meant to end that sentence but he just barrels on, tossing away the original line of talking. ] What happened?

i won't say a word!

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It's.

It's fine. It's healed now.

[As in it no longer causes her pain anyway. Healed as in working as it should isn't quite the same. But she doesn't want to get into that. Or the rest of the mess of injuries she suffered on her left arm.

Instinctively, she pulls it closer to herself. As if to protect herself from his scrutinizing gaze.]

It was the Jabberwhelp. When it attacked Caer Glaem.

Summer in 2701

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Fall in 2701

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Winter in 2701 and 2702

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Spring in 2702

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march-ish?

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[ Rachel is very very aware that the art gallery is not actually her own personal hangout. it wasn't built for her to spend almost all of her time in since she returned from Laethann, nor is it really fair of her to occupy the same bench by the same cluster of paintings for hours at a time. she knows. she's seen all the weird looks she's gotten from the more Sophisticated visitors of the gallery. but! here she is, sitting cross-legged on the wide bench with her bag tucked under it. posture straight, eyes shut. she's not sure if it really counts as meditating when she's very much not clearing out her mind, but it probably looks that way. her time at the Steven Star Oracle's spire wasn't just spent hanging out making flower crowns ( although they did make a million flower crowns ), she was learning the mechanics of how the Sight works in the Drabwurld. and part of it was learning to connect to your shard on a sort of "spiritual" level. ..that's how she's been thinking of it, at least.

and with the help of her last boon from all those months ago, she's trying to tap into that power. why here at the gallery? because this is where she feels safest. surrounded by art and people who might love it as much as she does. even when she breaks her focus and opens her eyes, she's still surrounded by color, bright energy. even the darker paintings hold a positivity, they hold the passion of the artist.

so yeah, basically - all Oracle-y mumbojumbo aside, she just feels good when she's here. confident. which is what she needs to try and mentally track down her friends. the first "sweep" of her mind doesn't go far, but nothing feels familiar, not at first. she tries again and again, trying to feel for the mental impression of Nico, or Leo. find their fate line and follow it until she can just sort of feel them there, know that they're okay.

she's not, however, anticipating to find someone closer. not someone familiar on a personal level, but a sort of squiggly fate-connected aura. ( all very official Oracle terms there, yes ). her eyes blink open, like she's expecting to find someone standing right in front of her, but she knows it could be anyone visiting the gallery. or maybe just like near it. she can't tell. all she knows is that she's super curious, and maybe she'll just like

nudge at that mind again a couple times. passively. it won't feel like when a vision's about to take hold and knock you out, but a nudge at that part of them, sure. a sense of familiarity. an acknowledgment. a hey, sup? ]

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[While Clara's first love is books, art is a close second. When she hadn't been the girl with her nose in a book, she'd been the girl with a paint brush in hand. Not that she'd ever been anything particularly amazing when it came to art, but she'd always had a fondness for it and an appreciation for those who could make their thoughts dance across a canvas.

Plus, the gallery is relaxing. Mostly only other people of her court stop by and so there's never any concern for conflict. It feels like a small safe heaven where she can just sit and be alone with her thoughts.

Though this time, she catches the eye of another girl in the room and gives her a brief nod. They've never spoken but she assumes she's another member of the Seelie court.]

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[ meanwhile, Rachel takes the nod in a totally different context. bingo, found her. another Seer. cool. she's quick to slide up out of her seat, grabbing the strap of her bag and slinging it over her shoulder before meandering over that way. obviously she felt her brain nudge, that's what made her look up, right? this is Rachel's thinking. ]

Hey! [ so cheerful. she's not bouncing off the walls hyper or anything, but she's clearly excited about something ]

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Hey.

[There's a slight inflection in her voice indicating a question and a quirk of the eyebrow. This connection between them is entirely lost on her. She's not a born seer, only growing to be one in this world where she doesn't belong.

So she's completely oblivious to Rachel's cheer.]

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[ her brows lift a bit at the tone, but she waits, like she's expecting something. and she totally is, after spending so much time at the Oracle's spire, she's used to seeking out people who share her gift just to introduce herself. granted! most of the people who shared her gift were children, but they were in tune enough with their abilities that they knew right away.

but this is totally different, isn't it? ]

I'm Rachel. [ luckily! she's not the type to get caught up on a minor social setback, so. she'll just roll with it. ] Are you a painter too? I just noticed you're actually taking time to read the art instead of just walking by and kind of looking at it. You're be surprised how rare that is here.