i been everywhere with you (that's true)

[ohshutup]

WHO: Clara Oswald and OPEN
WHERE: De Chima, and various
WHEN: August 1-31
WHAT: Catch-all log for the month of August
WARNINGS: None so far!

[a. De Chima; OTA]

[Really, there are a good number of reasons to be out and about in downtown De Chima at 2:00 in the morning. Maybe you're an insomniac with a hankering for some takeout, or perhaps you've just gotten off of a late shift. Either way, it's a fairly quiet city, and there's no reason to just expect a woman to suddenly climb out of the window you're passing.

Clara's agile, but she isn't quite graceful, and she makes a fair bit of noise as she tries to get one of her boots past the windowsill. Only then does she see that she isn't quite alone.]

Oh. Sorry about the noise. Don't mind me one bit.

[There's a tear in her leather jacket, but the ripped skin beneath it doesn't seem to be bleeding. Something about this situation is a little bit off...]

[b. Somewhere in Mississippi; closed to the Doctor]

Unless that thing has a petrol setting, we're going to have to walk.

[Clara rubs the bridge of her nose, leaning back against the door. The hot metal doesn't register on her skin, but the sunlight of high noon still has her squinting and grumpy. She waves a pamphlet in front of her face to block it out.]

And hey - if we walk far enough, we can- [she squints through her sunglasses to read the page] -see the World's Largest Cedar Bucket. Bet that's a draw.

Comments

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[deadtective]

[Hazel has spoken with Clara all of once (not that the other girl would recognize her, having hidden behind text herself) and heard about her through the Doctor on multiple occasions. she knows that she's a pretty decent woman, all things considered.

she knows that, and yet...the moment the window creaks open and she sees a face trying to clamber out of it, her first instinct reigns supreme and she smacks Clara square in the face with her messenger bag. the fact that she recognizes this person only makes Hazel hit harder, really.

there isn't even a startled shriek from her - just brutal, efficient messenger bag justice. the marks for this exit's gracefulness have definitely taken an even sharper nosedive.]

[ohshutup]

[Gracefulness is practically escaping at the seams, now - Clara lets out a surprised yelp, and immediately responds by tumbling the rest of the way out the window, towards the pavement.]

Bloody- [She tries to grab the wall for stability, but disorientation is clear on her face. Someone must have tipped off the scammers, and sent a thug down to the phony real estate office to take care of her. She really doesn't need someone else trying to shoot her - long sleeves just don't work for hiding bullet wounds in a Virginia summer.]

Ugh. [Clara finally squints up at her attacker.] I didn't take anything, you can search me.

[deadtective]

[Hazel looks flatly down at her, stoically adjusting her bag strap as it swings back into place like some kind of cruel medieval throwing weapon. it's nice to be able to look down at anyone, even if it's only temporary, and that's probably why she doesn't offer Clara a hand up.

hey, at least she helped her out of that window.]

Why the fuck should I care if you took anything? I don't live here.

[she doesn't even know where 'here' is. De Chima isn't one of the cities that she frequents all that often.]

[ohshutup]

[Clara starts to sit up, rubbing her face more out of habit than out of pain.]

This... isn't your office? [Everything just got several times more confusing.] Why'd you go and hit me in the face, then?

[deadtective]

[office? she's walking through a business district? she must've been wandering for a lot longer than she'd thought, then. oh well.]

I couldn't reach anything else from that angle.

[this is not the answer Clara wants, but it is the one she's getting.]

[acclimatized]

Clara?

[ it's probably not best to ask why john watson is wandering around town at 2 o'clock in the morning. he had a hankering for something, but it's definitely not for the small cartoon of fish and chips he was half-heartedly stabbing at with a spork before clara started making a ruckus nearby.

He stares at the scene in bemusement before leaving his take-away on top of a nearby trash can, moving to help her out the window. ]

What on Earth are you doing?

[ohshutup]

[Oh. Well. That's Dr. John Watson, and this definitely won't be as easy to lie her way out of as she'd hoped. She reluctantly accepts his help, easing down onto the sidewalk with as much forced calmness as she can muster.]

Just going for a nighttime stroll. [She adjusts her leather jacket, and reaches to make sure her flashlight is still securely in its pocket.] Fancied a bit of fresh air, you know?

[acclimatized]

[ john is a seasoned pro at break-ins and he doesn't see anything stashed on her or hear any clatter of stolen jewellery when she hops down onto the pavement. he retrieves his take-away, jabbing a particularly fat looking chip, popping it in his mouth while she adjusts herself. ]

Yeah, it's a good night for one. [ he looks at the tear in her leather jacket, brow furrowed when there doesn't seem to be an actual cut there. weird. john's always ended up with a scrape when he clambered through windows. ] Should I ask why you used the window?

[ohshutup]

The door was jammed.

[It isn't even meant to be a good lie, just a placeholder while she fishes around in her pockets and avoids her acquaintance's eyes. Her hand lands on a small piece of paper, folded into eighths, and her shoulders relax in relief.]

And as long as you haven't rented any property from these blokes- [she taps a finger against the wall of the building] -then you've got nothing to be concerned about.

[acclimatized]

Fair enough.

[ does john believe her? of course not. he lifts his chin to look up at the building though and purses his lips thoughtfully. ]

Mmmm... nope. Can't say I have. [ he holds out his carton of chips as an offering. ] Why, are they bad?

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[dualismum]

[ Sasaki trains at night because he has insomnia - it's a good reason why he is out and about in downtown De Chima at 2:00 in the morning: he is jogging. Though he lives in heropa, he enjoys going to other cities to train, so it won't be so monotonous.

But he sure didn't expect women climbing out of windows, no.

And that's why he suddenly stops and eyes go wide, staring at Clara what are you even doing young lady ]

Er- [ ok how can he NOT mind her, tho ]

What... are you doing?

[ohshutup]

[Clara meets his eyes for a moment, and just blinks. There's... really no easy way out of this, but that doesn't mean she can't bluff her adorable ass off.]

Oh, nothing to be concerned about. Just couldn't get the front door open. Old hinges.

[dualismum]

that... sounds really suspicious.

And looks very suspicious too.

[ she can try, but adorableness still doesn't make this situation any less weird ]

[ohshutup]

Lots of things seem suspicious when you're walking about at two in the morning. It's your brain playing tricks.

[Throw in a dash of psychology, smile again, profit.]

[dualismum]

I'm pretty sure you escaping from a window isn't just a trick.

[ definitively suspicious! ]

Were you stealing? [ ma'am, he is a cop, don't try to escape this ]

ROAD TRIP

[helpline]

[ The Doctor's in the bowels of the car, hood propped up as he fiddles with wires and spark plugs and all of the above. At Clara's voice, he pops up, looking from the engine as Clara mentions the World's Largest Cedar Bucket. ]

Oooh, that is a draw, [ he says, 100% interested. However, walking? Maybe? ] Give me another moment or two, I've almost got the car fixed.

[ohshutup]

I don't think they let you actually get inside it.

[She looks at him over the top of her glasses. Yeah, she's onto you, old man.]

[helpline]

What? [ said with an audible pout, even though he's still messing around the car's innards. ] That's rubbish, what's the point of the bucket if you can't go in it!

[ He pokes his head out of the car, looking over at Clara. ] Right, rev the engine again, I think I've got this.

[ohshutup]

Well, it's probably very old. You don't want to go breaking it.

[But she does as he asks, sliding into the driver's seat and turning the key. She has to adjust the positions to even get her foot to reach the pedal.]

[helpline]

Hey, be nice to Bessie Two! She's trying her best!

[ oh yeah, the car's named now, surprise Clara! As Clara revs the engine, the car starts...then stalls...then starts again...then stalls. The Doctor reaches in under the hood to adjust something and then poof, the car starts again and keeps running. Closing the hood, he grins at Clara. Just ignore the fact that his hands are covered in grease. ]

Tah-dah!

De Chima

[freckledninja]

[More like Mikey had been eating pizza on her roof because that's what a turtle do. He leans over the side at the noise of someone going through a window]

You okay, lady?

[ohshutup]

[Clara looks up and... really, really tries not to be surprised. Of course there's a human-sized turtle on the roof of this building. Of course!]

Oh, I'm fine. Don't mind me at all.

[Then, of course, she drops her flashlight and it has to break with a tremendous clatter. She utters a fierce curse, and in a nearby yard a dog starts barking.]

[freckledninja]

[Drops down from the roof neatly to outside her window]

Whoa, that's busted forever. Lil' bitty pieces.

Hey, need a hand? You're really bad at sneaking. And getting out windows. You might do better if ya like come at it like a crab, from the side.

[ohshutup]

[She has the decency to at least look offended, between all of her adrenaline and confusion and discomfort.]

I can sneak quite well, when people don't surprise me from rooftops.

[freckledninja]

Hey! It's not my fault! I was just taking a break from looking around, ya know? It gets tiring doing all that leaping rooftop to rooftop!