Michael Guerin is a (miserableliar) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2020-04-20 20:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, clara oswald, michael guerin |
Who: Clara Oswald and Michael Guerin
What: Meeting
When: Wednesday, April 15
Where: Library
Warnings: Low
Status: Log | Complete
Michael had been having some strange dreams lately. It started with him waking up in a pod with Max and Isobel Evans and wandering around a desert in Roswell, New Mexico. Then a group home with them where they got adopted and he was left behind. Michael was shipped off to a foster home in Albuquerque where he realized he was able to move things with his mind, only he couldn’t control it. It just happened. Usually when he was angry.
Michael wasn’t sure what to make of it all. He was well aware that he lived in a strange place, hell he had been turned into a seven year old for a week somehow. So he knew these dreams he was having weren’t just dreams. There was more to them. And that started with research. The whole Roswell aspect of it all and the coming out of a pod was not lost on him. He had a feeling that meant he was from another planet. In his dreams at least. He wasn’t sure what exactly that meant for his waking self. But one thing was for sure, there were rumors of the Roswell 1947 UFO crash in both places and Michael was determined to find out everything he could.
Michael closed the garage early in order to head over to the library. Not even bothering to change or wipe the grease off himself first, he walked inside heading for the historical section, searching for any books he could find about Roswell. Or hell even the United States in 1947 in general.
There were things Clara knew she should probably be thinking about on a more serious level, that she shouldn’t be putting off. But also, it was Clara, which meant that there was always something else to be done, something that needed investigating or places to go explore - on Earth or in the space. Much better than the things she would rather not think about.
Today’s method of procrastination? Local library. No real reason, in fact the brunette didn’t even know what it was she looking for. Mostly the TARDIS had apparently done one of its ‘going where you need to go’ things instead of where she might want to go. Well, apparently it wasn’t just the Doctor’s TARDIS which did that, but Clara didn’t mind it. It was part of the spontaneity of life that she once again was thriving on. Funny how getting lost in echo versions of oneself could lead to that all over again.
Nope. Not thinking about it. Instead she was just going to look through the library and see if anything spoke to her. Be it as something to check out and read, or as an idea for where to travel to next. Really it could be anything.
Michael selected a few books on Roswell about ready to do his research when he noticed a woman looking in the same area. He wasn’t usually the type to strike up a conversation. But if she was in the same area maybe she had already done some research on Roswell. He’d take any help he could get.
“Hey,” Michael said with his usual smirk on his face. “You know anything about Roswell?”
Well that was certainly an interesting question. Blinking some, the brunette turned and looked at Michael. Vaguely familiar but that could honestly mean anything given the TARDIS acting as a diner and then Valarnet. No matter. She was good with random conversation.
“A bit. You?”
Given she wasn’t entirely sure yet, it wasn’t like she was just going to suggest she take the guy to where he was asking about and when.
“Not much,” Michael said with a shrug. So far all he knew was from his dreams. Hence the point of researching it more. It may not be the same Roswell he dreamed about but still. There had to be some information about the UFO crash out there.
“You think there was a UFO crash? He asked just getting right to it. Might as well hear other people’s opinions.
Oh, right into it. Clara could appreciate that. Besides, there really were only so many directions a conversation could go when one brought up the Roswell crash. The trick for her though was….she could actually go and see. Plus the fact she knew about Dreams and different worlds happened and seemed to cross over…
Well, who even knew at this point. Clara hadn’t been to the crash site here so she had no actual answer but was it possible?
“I think it could have. Haven’t seen enough proof one way or the other. How about you?”
“Not sure,” Michael said with a shrug. He hadn’t thought too much about it until now really. Roswell, New Mexico had never even crossed his mind before.
“But if people can suddenly become a different age or gender I wouldn’t rule it out.” Not to mention he was pretty sure he was from another planet and had arrived in the Roswell crash. At least in his dreams. Here his life was clearly a different story. He had never been to Roswell. At least as far as he knew. Kind of hard to say anything with a hundred percent accuracy when he couldn’t remember the first seven years of his life.
Funny how the Dreams could work. Things you might not normally pay much mind to suddenly become super important and you want to find out information. Though given he mentioned the fact that people became different ages and genders? Well, that pretty much solidified that he was definitely a Dreamer. Non-Dreamers or those not on Valarnet didn’t tend to notice such things, or accepted the coverups.
“Generally a good rule of thumb.” It made it easier to deal with what was going on. Trying to rule out what was going on just made it much more complicated and led to headaches. But she also had no reaction to the comment as if such things were normal, which of course would mark her as a Dreamer.
Michael had grown up in Orange County, never left. He had always felt like something was different about the place but hadn’t experienced it for himself until recently. Not mentioning it didn’t even cross his mind. He just assumed something that big everyone knew about. Little did he know there were numerous other events in the past that he had no idea about.
“I thought so,” Michael agreed. “Thanks for the opinion.” It was something at least. That other people believed the crash could have been possible. Definitely was going to require more research. “I’m Michael by the way.”
Funny how Orange County could be. But people would believe what they wanted to and there wasn’t much she could do about that. All Clara could do was keep going on and helping where she could.
“Yeah, of course.” Talking to random people was sort of her thing these days given the diner and those who would stumble in. “Clara.”
“I’ll let you get back to…. whatever you were looking for.” He had plenty of research to do on his own if he was going to find any answers. If there were even any out there.
Clara gave a small nod. It wasn’t like she really knew what it was she was doing, she was just there to see if anything spoke to her. Or anyone as it ended up being. But no matter.
“You too, good luck with your research.”