Liv Moore is an alabaster badass (livmoore) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-09-19 19:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, clara oswald, olivia moore |
Who: Clara and Liv, plus some NPC!Hydrabus
What: Learning each other’s secrets
When: 19 September, night
Where: Morgue
Warnings: Violence, references to eating brains
Status: Log | Complete
The three agents had been tailing the brunette for a while now, figuring out the best way to make their move. They’d been told that there was something about her, something that needed to be investigated. If the theory was right, she would be very useful to their cause. If not. Well. An easy enough crime to cover up - it was their specialty after all.
Clara on the other hand was unaware of the plotting against her. She’d just been doing her usual thing. Investigate interesting cases if they came up, being impulsive with friends, actually dating and being in a relationship with someone, randomly opening up the diner to see who came in and start up conversations with said people.
That evening, she’d decided to walk along the beach once it was quiet. Sometimes in the midst of all the crazy, it was nice to take a break. To get away from it all and remember the simpler things.
Suddenly though she was jumped, a bag over her head as she struggled against her assailants, she could feel herself being stabbed, felt something pierce through her to where her heart should be beating. The pain was overwhelming and she could feel herself blacking out before she went limp and was left on beach.
Those who had attacked had covered their tracks, no shell casings, no footprints because of the sand, no witnesses. The bag was removed and they seemed to vanish in the night.
Clara’s body was eventually found and called in.
Liv didn’t usually work nights, but when she got the call about a brunette found on the beach, one that fit her friend’s description Liv knew she had to see for herself. She hadn’t made it to the beach. The body had already been brought back to the morgue by the time Liv arrived. She told the other ME that she would take over and then stepped up to examine the body.
She gasped when she got close enough. It was indeed Clara. This couldn’t be. They had just gone to see Hamilton together, she was so happy, full of life. And now to see her like this?
She had been stabbed. At least that was what the initial report said, but Liv barely saw a wound. Odd. Something strange had definitely gone down and Liv was going to get to the bottom of it. The best way she knew how.
A few tears fell from her eyes as she gathered the courage to do what she needed to do. It was one thing to eat a stranger’s brain. Solve their murder. But a friend? That was something else entirely. “I really don’t want to have to eat your brains,” she told the body before gathering her tools. “But I have to find out what happened to you.”
There was blackness and pain, though that made sense given the fact that she’d been stabbed and shot. So as her body repaired itself because she was supposed to be forever frozen just as she’d been between one heartbeat and the last, Clara had been unconscious. It usually went faster that way for the healing.
However, this was a lot more to heal from and so she was unaware of the time that had been passing. Of being left on the beach, then her body called in or the ride to the morgue. None of that really registered. She’d been beginning to regain her senses when a familiar voice said something very peculiar. Enough to cause her to sit up, even though if it was still painful.
“Did you just say you were going to have to eat my brain?”
Clara would be relieved that it was a Dreamer who had been there soon enough. Once the shock of what she just heard wore off.
What. The. Hell?!
Liv jumped backward when Clara shot up. Oddly enough this wasn’t the first time it had happened to her. There had been that vampire like a year ago now, but she was pretty sure Clara wasn’t a vampire.
“How are you… what the… what’s going on?!”
That wasn’t an answer. Clara would push a bit more once she was more… settled. And had something to wear given she’d just about had an autopsy done on her. Awkward.
“Dream thing. Have something I can put on?”
It was entirely possible that Clara was far too nonchalant about all of this. At least for most people. However for her, it wasn’t all that strange. Awkward waking up on an autopsy table with her friend saying she was going to eat her brain. Not so strange that she had appeared dead only to wake up.
Right, she wasn’t clothed. That hadn’t phased Liv as much as her coming back to life. Besides, naked bodies didn’t exactly phase her. Especially when they were on the autopsy table. It was just part of the job. But now that Clara was alive again Liv grabbed a spare lab coat and tossed it to her friend.
“Dream thing that makes you immortal?” Liv questioned. She could relate after all. She never really appeared dead though. Well once in the dreams when that hit man was after her, but that had only lasted a few seconds.
Putting on the lab coat, Clara nodded some though she did have to wonder if immortal was exactly the right phrase. She had her theories on what would happen and how she would officially ‘die’ so it were. But no real proof one way or the other.
“Sorta. I’m basically frozen in time, between one heartbeat and the last. So everything remains the same. No breathing. No heartbeat.” It was a weird way to live but she kept doing it all the same.
“Dream thing makes you need to eat my brain to figure out what happened to me?”
Immortal wasn’t the phrase Liv would use to describe herself either. Undead was more correct in Liv’s case. But she was killable, if you aimed for her head. But that wasn’t information she would share. Not a good idea to tell people how to kill you.
Liv’s brow furrowed at her explanation. “Frozen in time? That’s a new one.” She was just learning about all kinds of new ways of being lately. “I guess that explains how you ended up here. Sort of. What exactly happened to you?” A gunshot and stab wound had been reported but they seemed to have vanished now. Even if Clara was alive someone had tried to hurt her.
And then there was Clara’s question. “Uh, yes?” Liv offered sheepishly. “I sort of need brains to survive. But I only eat the ones already in the morgue.” She always had to make sure people knew she wasn’t about to kill anyone. “It also gives me visions from their life, that sometimes help me solve the person’s murder.”
There, she said it. Liv held her breath waiting for Clara’s response. This was always the worst part.
“Well, my dreams did deal with travelling through space and time.” So being frozen in time? That pretty much went hand in hand with it. True it was hard to explain the mechanics of it. How it had happened in the dreams versus how it had happened here. Either way though. “I wish I knew. I was taking a walk, then suddenly was jumped, a bag put over my head and then…” Then she’d been stabbed and shot. Even though the bag that had been over her head had been removed.
The why? Well, she did do investigative work. She could have pissed someone off doing so. It was hard to say. Then Liv was telling her about why she needed brains, and all and so Clara just gave a slight nod.
“Well. Makes sense to work in a morgue, then.” Was it strange? A bit. But it wasn’t like Clara was normal. Or her dad who now had two hearts. Then there was Ahsoka who was an alien and a jedi (former jedi?) and well…. No room to judge.
“That sounds both very useful and a headache.”
Time traveling did explain a bit. But still, with frozen in time Liv expected Clara to be literally frozen, which she clearly wasn’t. She still functioned as though she was alive, even if she didn’t have a heartbeat. Oh it was her heart that was frozen in time! Now Liv was getting it. Just took her a moment to process. But yes, made as much sense as about anything else in Orange County.
“You didn’t see anything?” Liv asked the concern evident in her voice. It sounded like whoever did this was targeting her. And if they failed? What was to stop them from trying again? It did ease her worry a bit that Clara couldn’t seem to die. But still.
Clara’s reaction to Liv’s zombieism was very calm which was definitely a relief. “Comes in handy,” the working the the morgue bit. Lucky for her she was already working in one when she changed. “That basically sums it up. But it’s worth it. I mean it’s the least I can do.” Helped ease the guilt of eating their brain a bit.
Given Clara was going to need to return to Trap Street in the dreams and then die for real, it made sense. But it was one of those things she didn’t like to dwell on too much. She just wanted to live her life so long as she was able to.
“That I didn’t.” Which was… concerning. True, Clara didn’t quite know what to make of it, but the most likely reason was that she had upset the wrong person while doing one of her investigations. Not like it was going to stop her or anything. Still, she would need to look over her recent investigations to see if she could pick up anything.
Dealing with aliens did give Clara a bit of perspective. So she gave a nod. “Makes sense to me.”
“Good thing you can’t die?” Liv offered although she was still concerned about her friend. Learn something new everyday. For the both of them. “Is there someone I should call?” That could bring her actual clothes so she didn’t have to leave in just Liv’s lab coat.
“I say it is.” And oh, that was a complicated question. Mostly because anyone who would be called would probably worry and that was the last thing she wanted to deal with. “Probably Martha Jones.”
“Do you know her number?” If not Liv could look it up. But Clara’s cellphone, along with her clothes were in evidence at the moment. She would have to pull a favor with one of the detectives she worked with to get them back. Now just wasn’t the time for that. Not with a suddenly alive Clara in her morgue.
“Not off the top of my head, she’d be in my mobile but…” Like Liv, Clara knew that she couldn’t exactly access her mobile at the moment. Such was the nature of current trends. People rarely needed to know numbers off the top of their heads anymore when all you had to do was scroll through your contacts.
“On it,” Liv replied. Lucky for Clara, there was a Martha Jones who had recently reached out to Liv. She assumed it was the same person given the nature of their meeting and what she just found out about Clara. Pulling out her phone she texted the woman, hoping her assumption was correct.