clara oswald is the boss (oswaldforthewin) wrote in fortitudeic, @ 2016-02-24 20:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, clara oswald, derek hale |
WHO: Clara Oswald and Derek Hale
WHAT: You wanted to hear a story?
WHEN: Wednesday, after Self Defense Class
WHERE: The Gym
WARNINGS: Spoilers for Doctor Who Series 9.
STATUS: Closed, Ongoing.
For a seasoned world--nay, universal--traveler, Clara was having the most annoying time finding her way around Camp Fortitude. Maybe it was the purposeful sameness, the military industrial bulk manufactured sense of the place, but she'd spent the better part of the day delivering fresh produce and other necessaries, and getting turned around on her way to and from anywhere. It didn't help that she kept feeling, on and off, this sense of utter displacement. Normal in a situation where you were ripped from your rightful place in space-time? Normal when you were stuck in the exact same moment of your own personal timeline, going on towards a week? Just psychological damage?
It would have been good to get an answer, but the best person for the job was inaccessible. Even so, the other people trapped here had been a comfort—and a good distraction. Like Derek, the apparent dilettante self-defense instructor who wanted to hear stories that were weirder than this place. She was pretty sure she had some. Ghosts under a lake? Vikings versus robots? Robin Hood? .... Again versus robots?
So she'd found, through determination and some navigational luck, the gym; she waited outside now, just by the door, until what seemed to be the end of the evening self defense classes. Trying to sift through stories that would be interesting--who would care if she'd been to Gallifrey if they'd never heard of Gallifrey? What exactly had even happened with the WiFi anyway?--and trying to figure out how to explain them. "You're probably going to have to tip your hand about the whole time travel thing," she admitted. Quietly. To herself, really. Because that was normal.
Because anything about this was normal.
She checked the time--and when it seemed like the students of self defense had filtered out, Clara headed into the gym to look for the handsome fellow who'd been interested in strange stories.