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Discussion in 'Residences' started by Clara Oswald, Dec 19, 2017.

  1. Clara Oswald

    Clara Oswald Doctor Who

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    Occupation:
    Teacher
    Location:
    Pandora Town
    Race:
    Human
    Age:
    26
    Alignment:
    Chaotic Good
    December 14, Y7
    @Peter Quill

    Someone was knocking on her door.

    Nobody ever knocked on her door. She had acquaintances, people she made nice with, but... nobody who actually visited her, unless she ordered food. Clara squinted at the closed entrance. A moment later, she began to rise with a groan, shoved her feet into a pair of slippers, and shuffled towards it. She wore a fluffy white robe over her clothes. It was after school hours, and she could care less what this person at the door had to say about her private fashion choices. She could hardly be expected to trot around in heels all day, after all.

    She stretched on her toes and glanced out the peep hole.

    Aha! It was, in fact, her one friend in Pandora. A friend she hadn't willingly made, however- but had needed in the moment. Her first day, lost in Pandora Town, lost in the entire universe.

    Clara pulled open the door, and smiled at Peter Quill. What had he called himself? Star Lord. Right.

    "Hello!" she greeted him. Then, she glanced down at herself. "I, ah, wasn't expecting visitors." She grinned wider. She took a step backwards, out of the doorway. "Come in?"
     
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  2. Peter Quill

    Peter Quill Marvel Universe

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    Age:
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    Boredom. Yes, that's what it was. It was something he had not felt in some time. When one spent most of their time traveling the galaxy and saving people, being pulled into a world that forced him to stick to the ground felt like torture. It was the few, rare conversations he had with people that ultimately kept him from driving his head into the nearest building out of extreme boredom. He was a social man. Peter was never the type to shy away from conversation, but he just hadn't found a way to actually communicate with people in Pandora. They just seemed so odd. He tried, but they didn't really try back.

    There were a few that he genuinely enjoyed meeting. For the most part, though, they had been one-and-done conversations. Meeting someone on a mountain didn't necessarily mean that paths would cross again. When you actively help someone get started in a town, there's a tendency to see that person a little bit more. On this day in particular, Peter had grown tired of zooming around the wilderness of Pandora. He wanted a day of relaxation. Something he felt that he hadn't had in a while. He knew his travels were self-enforced. He had no reason to do them. Part of him just felt like he needed to stay occupied. It kept his mind from wandering.

    He had decided to visit a person who he had met during her first day in Pandora. Clara Oswald. They hit it off somewhat well. Peter judged that merely on the fact that she didn't seem overly annoyed by him when they last spoke. That was always a positive. He quickly made his way to the woman's home. Hopefully, just hopefully, this would kill the boredom. Clara seemed nice enough and could hold a conversation. That was apparently rare in Pandora. Knocking on her door, he was soon greeted by the woman. He somehow managed to hold off laughter upon seeing what she was wearing. "I can certainly tell," Peter said, chuckling softly as he stepped through the doorway.

    "Just thought I'd come check up on you. Make sure you're adjusting well, and not, you know, dead or anything."
     
  3. Clara Oswald

    Clara Oswald Doctor Who

    Posts:
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    Occupation:
    Teacher
    Location:
    Pandora Town
    Race:
    Human
    Age:
    26
    Alignment:
    Chaotic Good

    Clara smirked, and shut the door behind him. From there, she moved into the nearby kitchen area. "How chivalrous of you. Not dead, and still surprised by that." She lightened the heavy undertones of her statement with a short laugh. Peter knew- she had, after all, refused to believe this world at first as anything more than the afterlife. And if it turned out that it was- well, it would hardly come as a shock.

    "Drink? Let's see... I've got tap water, milk, and some really cheap wine." She opened the fridge, as though something more guest-worthy would materialize, but was disappointed. She poured herself a glass of wine, and glanced towards Peter. "I'm getting on fine, though. As fine as one could expect, at least." She gave a small shrug.

    If he chose to ask for a drink, she would offer it to him next. "And you? What do you... do? I've started teaching, because that's what I did back home, but you..." She trailed off. He, too, had explored the galaxy, from what she understood. But Peter lacked any semblance of normalcy, which Clara had managed, somehow, to maintain in between trips with the Doctor.

     
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