Clara Oswald is going the long way round (alwaysbeenthere) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-01-18 09:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !partner thread, clara oswald, peter quill (star-lord) |
Who: Clara Oswald and Peter Quill
What: Clara comes to Peter’s rescue during The Warcrafting Phase III
When: January 18th
Where: Somewhere in Orange County and then Clara’s TARDIS
Warnings: Low
Status: Partner Thread | Complete
Sometimes, Peter didn't feel like he was in Kansas anymore. Which was obviously, since duh, he was in the OC but it wasn't the same OC he remembered from before.
Case in point: He was almost 100 percent sure that zombies or ...whatever these things in front of him were hadn't existed before. He wasn't ashamed to admit that when he turned the corner, a slightly girlish (but still totally masculine) scream escaped as he stared at the lumbering mess...beast...thing...human in front of him. His brain was going a million miles per hour, made even worse by the fact that he literally had no way of attacking this thing. Would a punch to the head do anything other than make his hand feel disgusting?
Looking around quickly, he cursed the fact that he was not on the farm. There would be all sorts of hammers, weapons, even logs ...and here he had ...a stick? Sure, whatever. Grabbing the stick off the ground, he pointed it at the ..thing. "Back off!"
Another day, another Orange County invasion. Really, one could probably set a watch by it. Well maybe not an exact watch given that one never knew quite what to expect when Orange County struck, or when it would or how long it would be. But if there was one thing that could be counted on, it was Orange County being ridiculous.
And as was often the case, Clara was out in the midst of the crazy. Sometimes investigating with a TARDIS and her dad. Or doing rescue missions with the TARDIS. Or fighting as she couldn’t actually die. The Dreams might be over, but that pull towards adventure and helping? That never went away.
At this moment, she was out alone, and as was the case with a TARDIS, she often ended up where she was needed and less any specific coordinate as it was hard to know where to go when there was so much going on. So behind Peter, the TARDIS which looked like a diner materialized, the ever comforting sounds of the engines announcing the presence as the building showed up.
Door opening, Clara just looked around and...well that explained why she was here.
“Quick, get in!”
Honestly she had seen a lot of things, but the undead remained disgusting.
And now there were flying diners. What the hell.
Still. Was he going to turn down a rescue? Fuck. No. Dropping the useless stick, he leapt for the diner, narrowly missing a hand swiping at his legs. Peter landed in a sprawl on the ground as he scurried away from the door. "What the fuck was that thing?? Is the world ending? Jesus christ!" With a shaky hand, he ran his fingers through his hair and tried to figure out what he just saw.
Or where he was.
"And yeah, thanks for the rescue and don't take this the wrong way or anything but who are you and what the fuck is this?"
At least it wasn’t a police box? Though Clara would always have an affinity for the Doctor’s TARDIS as well, there was less ‘it’s bigger on the inside’ when one stepped inside. At least on first impact. If she were followed to the control room in what from the current vantage point would seem to be the kitchen? Well, that would be soon enough.
With Peter inside, Clara was just relieved that there were defenses around the TARDIS so that the things outside couldn’t get in as she was going to need to set up coordinates for them to leave to.
“Not sure exactly beyond being the undead. Pretty sure the world isn’t ending though, just one of the typical Orange County invasions.” Honestly, Clara should probably have gotten more information from the Network but that was something she could do once they were safe.
“Clara Oswald, and this is my TARDIS which...also functions as a diner when I feel like it.” Because that obviously made sense. But she was a bit more focused on getting out of here. So with that, the petite brunette made her way to the swinging door that should lead to a kitchen but was really the control room, white with round things and lines and the controls in the middle with Gallifreyan technology, quickly looking for a relatively safe location. It was up to Peter if he wanted to follow or not.
Peter almost replied 'you're a TARDIS' but thankfully he kept that inside. He would chalk that up to the stress and terror of the last few minutes. Following Clara, he walked into the control room and looked around in dazed bemusement. "I am so confused right now," he said out loud before coming next to her. There were so many buttons, and he wanted to touch them all.
"Oh, and I'm Peter Quill. And what do you mean 'typical'? I'm not one for the news or anything but I'm preeeetty sure that if the OC was under attack all the time, someone would say something? Or do something? There's gotta be a plan for ...zombies. I'm pretty sure the CDC has one.."
Having been a secondary school teacher before she had gone a different direction, Clara was used to comments that really didn’t need to be made and would have dealt with it had it happened. Thankfully that wasn’t necessary though and she instead was focused on getting them out of the danger zone. Which okay probably would just end up in another one but you never know.
“Not an uncommon reaction.”
And it wasn’t. Realizing you were in a space and time machine had that sort of effect on people. Especially when dealing with Orange County invasions. Which led to Peter’s comment on how someone would say something.
“There are people, like me, who do what we can when things go like this. But the weird going ons also manage to be kept from state governments since….that would spiral badly into governments wanting to experiment on people and the like, which no one wants.”
Clara certainly didn’t want it, she’d been through experiments. Admittedly by Hydra and not the US Government but that was only because the secrets here were kept by the Agency. “People are willing to believe a lot to not have to think too hard about things.” Something in the water, movie or video game advertising.
“Anywhere specific you want me to take you to, Peter Quill?”
"Do I have to go?" Peter was taking great joy in watching Clara push buttons and navigate things. Occasional flashes of a long-forgotten memory was niggling at his brain, but he didn't know what that meant. It was insane to know he was living in a movie though because these kinds of things didn't happen in real life. "And also, can you confirm that the Slurpee I had earlier on was not laced in LSD? That seems like something you'd want to keep from the government."
This time he was teasing. Things were slowly starting to make sense -- well, okay, more like 'calm down'. "I wonder if Yondu is okay," he said out loud, peering into some sort of screen. "He's a tough ol' bastard though. I mean, he's survived me soo."
Clara shrugged at the question.
“Not really. I mean, I’ll be going back out there to help how I can and if you want to tag along, you’re free to. But if you’d rather get somewhere safe, well...the choice is yours.” The Dreams were weird like that. Sometimes a sense of de ja vu before they even began, or connections with people that you would meet in them long before you even dreamt. She did laugh at the Slurpee question. “I mean, you can never be too certain but I’m sure I could get a sample of the Slurpee machine just to see.”
Because if there was one thing Clara was good at, it was going along with teasing like that. Though the mention of Yondu.
“Blue guy?” She was pretty sure that was Yondu. She had never really spoken to him on the network, but Clara did tend to keep aware of who was around, “If you’re talking about who I think you are, I’m sure he is.” One could never be too certain given how unpredictable things could be here, but as a rule those who had been around for awhile tended to handle these sorts of situations well.
Blue guy? Peter gave a shake of his head. "Yeah, Yondu is pretty tough. Takes a lot....so wait, you said you're going out there to help. How are you going to do that?" She was so tiny. "I mean, no offense or anything but does this diner have lasers? Or sharks? Or something terrifying?"
He tentatively reached out and touched the counter ..thing...mother..board? He had absolutely no idea what the terminology for anything on here was, and that was frustrating. He kept thinking he knew, he could figure this out, he could re-wire it and set up weaponry... drawing his hand back, he shook his head. "My head hurts."
Right, the guy was still new which meant that it was possible that, if Yondu was who she was pretty sure he was, a glamor or some tech was being used to keep Yondu from appearing blue for someone who had yet to fully experience that which was Orange County. It did take a bit to adjust. Clara just had a lot of experience from the Dreams in dealing with aliens that it took a lot to phase her.
Grinning some, Clara just winked.
“I enjoy keeping an air of mystery.” After all, she wasn’t about to say she was technically dead - frozen between one heartbeat and the last - but it did give her an additional edge in these situations.
“Mostly doing what I did with you, get people out of dangerous situations. But I do have some weapons in case it becomes necessary.” Shrugging, Clara returned her attention to a screen to see what was being picked up and where to head next as it seemed that Peter wasn’t going to give her a location to take him to.
“Actual headache or just a lot to take in?” Because it could probably be either. It usually was in Orange County.
"A little bit of both," Peter answered vaguely, looking at the console with a renewed interest. This time, he paid attention as she pushed things and realized that what he'd initially dismissed as random, actually had a pattern to it. Intrigued, he watched a bit more. "That's a nav system, hey?" He'd always wanted to be a pilot. In another life, he might have actually gone into the Air Force, just to be able to fly through the skies. "I'm pretty quick and good with my hands. I can be useful if you want some help..."
Clara gave a small nod of understanding.
“Not the most uncommon reaction here.” Because really, when you were new to all of this? It was a lot to take in and each person adapted to it differently. But they always managed to adapt for the most part. It was that or die. Or leave. A lot of people left and she couldn’t really blame them for that either.
“It is, yeah.” While the console had been designed for six pilots, it was obviously possible for one person to pilot as had often been the case. Though she’d had Ashildr in the TARDIS in the Dreams. So having some help on that front would be good, especially given what was going on out there.
“Alright then. Seems you’ll be staying on board for a bit then.”