[ She didn't mean to make Red worry, and Clara feels guilty, trying to brush it off. So she made a tree angry, she lived! ]
I'm definitely okay, the Doctor was with me. He had scissors and we dug up a piece of the Huntress' heart, all in all, not the worst time we've spent together. I guess the trees didn't like what we were doing?
My neck looks like a mess but I promise, all I need is some kind of recreational fun.
Okay, I believe you. Glad you were with the Doctor, and I do have a bit of an idea of the kind of shit you two have seen on a regular basis so I can even believe you there. Just don't like to think about that shit happening to you.
As for recreational fun, I can always help with that. Anything you have in mind? I stole a bunch of alcohol from the train.
You read my mind. I know it wasn't that long ago we were together, but this place is really screwing with time.
I wanted to be sure you were okay and invite you to my fabulous seaside villa, now complete with a bonus view of the dead bobbing in the sea. I made cupcakes.
[ Even though Red is strong in ways that Clara can't even fathom, she still worries about her. Maybe it's silly, but she worries about everything inside of her and what this place might do to hurt her. ]
Guess I would've had to switch to video and break out the dimples. Good thing it didn't come to that.
[ Clara's been trying to bake away the fuckery of this place, and who know when she'll be able to cook or back again, so why not? She's just glad she has real snacks to share with Red this time. ]
My roommates have all scattered since getting their memories back, you can stay as long as you want.
( You can stay as long as you want, Red does read that portion of the response before she arrives. She has the booze in hand - in a little cart she pulls behind her.
She knocks on the door before opening it herself given Clara knew she was coming. )
[ Clara might have undersold the amount of cupcakes. With the kitchen straight ahead, the entire counter is filled. Dozens of cupcakes and they're all meticulously frosted with the perfect swirl on top. She's been stressed.
But when she pops up with a fresh batch coming out of the oven, she grins. Her throat looks angry and bruised, but no real damage done. There are other bruises from where she was wrapped fully in the roots, but there's nothing that won't fade in time. ]
Booze Angel, you made it! With a very generous supply, I see.
Booze Angel? That's somethin' I've never been called before. Which seems like a missed opportunity somewhere along the way given how frequently I bring the booze.
( Red pulls the booze inside and does not quite know what to react to first - except her attention's drawn to the bruises on Clara's throat, and she hisses out a helpless sound at the sight, finding herself stepping nearer, looking close at it with a wince. That worry drives its way through her chest again even if she can see she's at least in one piece and... baking on overdrive here. ...and then all of the cupcakes around, and yeah. Clara needs a drink. )
What's your poison, Cupcake Queen? I've got rum or gin or whiskey or the equivalent.
[ Clara sees the look on Red's face and her smile fades, features softening. She doesn't know what to say about it, but she understands in that moment that Red cares, that she hurts for her. Without saying anything, Clara reaches out to squeeze the other woman's arm, grateful that she came when she needed her. Outside of the Doctor, it's been such a long time since she's had a friend who would do that, which is what happens when you close yourself off.
Clearing her throat, she lets the moment pass and moves on to inspecting her selections. ]
I think gin's my drink of choice tonight. And I accept my title, by the way. Maybe we can make a tiara out of cupcake liners. We'll make you a halo and both look ridiculous.
[ Heading toward the kitchen, she grabs glasses. ]
There's actual food in the fridge too, so help yourself. Being in the gossip trading business has amazing perks, I really missed my calling in the real world.
( Red appreciates the shared, quiet moment. Her own hand lifts to rest against Clara's arm while she's squeezing hers. It's a gentle touch, reassuring, but it would be much too hard to continue on as if there wasn't this ugly, painful bruise on her throat. She's glad she's physically okay, but hates she's in pain. Really hate sit.
Both are true. Then she laughs as the moment passes, and she starts to pull out that bottle of gin. )
Could absolutely be part of the recreational fun of the night.
( When the glasses are set out, she'll pour some gin into each. )
Wait, they've turned gossip trading into a business in this village? One that pays? Damn
Amazing, right? Apparently, good gossip about the going ons of others gets me the best in gaudy jewelry but also a lot of food, for some reason? Different fruits, sweets, jams, cheeses, which is my personal favorite, and there's a ham in there for some reason. Like, a whole half of one. Am I a total shite if I say I'll miss this. Not the trees and time loops, but you know, this.
[ Clara gestures at the seaside villa, at the fact that there's a house at all with a roof, with a stocked fridge, and a wardrobe. ]
I have my own bed, and it's huge. A room with a balcony. I wanna enjoy it as much as I can before we're inevitably in a rainforest or something. I figured that meant enjoying it with someone I like. Not that my roommates aren't great, I just don't know them. We've all sort of done our own things.
I vote not shite at all. You got choked by a fuckin' tree, trying to save this village. You're allowed to be happy about the benefits. ...and thanks for making me be the person you like that gets to enjoy this with you, Clara, I feel very honored. ( And she tips her glass toward her with a smile before she takes a sip of the gin on its own.
Red understands on the roommate front because she doesn't really know her own very well either for the most part. They were all given individual lives here though so it makes sense they'd have to live it. She did manage to also bring along some tonic water to mix with the gin for the classic gin and tonic. She did some bartending in the real world so that's coming in handy at the moment. )
...so do you always bake this many cupcakes, or is this about the tree incident, or something else? ( Basically, are you okay? Beyond the bruises. )
You were the first person I thought of, just know that I'll always return the favor, okay? Always.
[ Watching the impromptu bartending, Clara debates explaining that it's definitely more than the trees. But if she talks about it, she can't stuff it away. Which means there's only one thing to be done. ]
I need to be significantly drunker to get into the rest. I mean, I'm fine, there's nothing else physically wrong with me. But messy feelings call for way more booze than this.
[ With that, she finishes what's in her glass and holds it out for more. At least it doesn't take a lot to get her over the line. ]
( That makes Red smile a bit wider than it should likely - that she might be the first person Clara would think about for something like this. She does understand the need for alcohol though for any kind of messy talk, and so her gaze lingers on Clara but she will lift up the bottle and refill it all again. )
Messy feelings are sometimes more painful and definitely more complicated than the physical sort.
This a place of drinking and uh, safety of expression.
( She tilts her glass in Clara's direction and then downs it herself before filling her glass again. )
[ Clara's grateful for this, for Red, for their friendship. Other than the Doctor, it isn't often that she lets anyone get close anymore, too afraid of losing them. But it's too late here, this was cemented long ago, back in Serthica. Tilting her cup back in Red's direction, Clara can't quite figure out how to reply that she does feel safe with her here.
So, she doesn't say anything at all, because enough gin hasn't entered into the equation to be that sappy. ]
Are you good at it? Compartmentalizing, I mean. Also, we can sit in the living room, unless you really did want that ocean-full-of-dead-people view. I wouldn't wanna disappoint.
I've seen more than enough dead to last several lifetimes.
( Red snorts laughter. She will pick up a cupcake along with her own cup, and then carry the bottles over toward the living room where they can find a cozy little spot to sit down at. She'll slide on to the cushion and take a sip from the cup in her hand. )
As for compartmentalizing, I've become quite talented at it, yeah. It was real fuckin' hard when I first came into life. I wasn't used to all the emotions that come with- well, being alive.
[ Clara's brought the plate, so there's no worry about running out of something to soak up the booze with, then cozies up perfectly into the nook of the arm on the couch. ]
I can't imagine what it must be like, to feel so much at once. Can I be nosy? How did you end up dealing with it?
[ She trusts Red enough to believe she'd stop her if she questioned too much, but there are some things that curious minds want to know, and she wants to know Red. ]
Oh, I very fucking much did not end up dealing with it.
I was a godsdamned mess. ( Red takes another drink from her glass as she leans back it became worse when she started caring for people, when she fell in love in a way that wasn't returned and then lost her too. ) Then it was a lot of booze and occasionally drugs and casual fucking and party nights and that whole mess. A lot of running both metaphorically and realistically. I didn't remember this world so I didn't have all the growth I got here.
Eventually I figured out how to compartmentalize without all the rest, and I'm a fuckin' master at it now, but it was a messy road getting there.
[ That sounds close to her spiral after Sabine died so close to Clara's mom dying, and she makes a soft sound in the back of her throat that's meant to say she understands the messy part, at least. ]
You made it, which says a lot more about you than just the ability to compartmentalize. Give yourself credit for being strong as fuck, you deserve it.
[ Taking a long drink, Clara savors the tingling feeling of the gin, ready for that feeling to extend to her limbs and make all the residual pain float away. ]
( Red leans further back against the cushions with a smile then that Clara should think she's strong despite all the shitty coping mechanisms she used - well they're probably not actual coping mechanisms if no coping happens, but. )
...well, thanks. I also threw myself into my work a lot which ultimately became my main way of dealing. Or not dealing. Along with less drinking. ( Her smile widens though at Clara's reaction. ) Only the best for the cupcake queen. But yeah, shouldn't take too long to feel it especially if you're a lightweight.
Less drinking you say? Never heard of it. At least not tonight. Tonight I sort of want to get drunk and chop down trees.
[ She used to be against deforestation, but that was before she tangoed with a tree. ]
As for actual dealing, I like to deny and ignore. Maybe I can't control anything else, but sometimes my coping is feeling in control of being able to box everything up into something smaller and put it away.
[ It won't take all that long for her to open up at this rate. ]
Is that healthy?
[ She gives Red a grin that fully indicates she knows that no, it is not healthy. ]
Luckily less drinking for me usually results in still getting incredibly fuckin' drunk. But we should probably be sober when we take revenge against the trees for you.
( Red smirks as she looks over at her, lingering, tilting her head to the side with amusement. )
Completely healthy, excellent coping skills.
( She's kidding, and she pffts. ) It doesn't really feel like anything ever slows down long enough for healthy coping anyway.
[ Unable to help smiling, she doesn't look away from Red until she definitely bullshits about how great the coping is. ]
That's the frustrating truth. I feel like it never, ever stops. But then there are people here who make everything better and it's just enough.
[ She tips her glass toward Red in quiet acknowledgment. ]
This is better than how I've coped in the past, which was honestly a lot like you, except for the drugs part. I was always too afraid to do anything that wasn't smoking a joint.
People who make everything better? That's pretty fuckin' high praise, and right back at ya.
( Red tips her glass toward Clara's too, letting the rim of hers tap against Calra's, winking at her, and then she... frowns. ) So basically, we have something in common there. A joint is the best of the options. You weren't missing out. ( Some of the rest could really fuck a person up, but she's not exactly only a person which is why she thinks she managed okay. ) ...did you develop different coping skills by the time you went with the Doctor or were the adventures their own coping mechanisms?
[ Clara feels completely called out and opens her mouth, then closes it again. ]
I uh...turns out traveling with him is just a form of running away from things. By the time I met him, though, I made a pretty definite decision to stop letting my heart get involved in relationships. Which hasn't worked, but I tried.
[ She scoffs at herself, finishing that glass of gin and reaching for the bottle to pour herself more. ]
Still trying, I guess. But losing another person? I don't know if there are enough coping mechanisms for that.
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I'm definitely okay, the Doctor was with me. He had scissors and we dug up a piece of the Huntress' heart, all in all, not the worst time we've spent together. I guess the trees didn't like what we were doing?
My neck looks like a mess but I promise, all I need is some kind of recreational fun.
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As for recreational fun, I can always help with that. Anything you have in mind? I stole a bunch of alcohol from the train.
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I wanted to be sure you were okay and invite you to my fabulous seaside villa, now complete with a bonus view of the dead bobbing in the sea. I made cupcakes.
[ Even though Red is strong in ways that Clara can't even fathom, she still worries about her. Maybe it's silly, but she worries about everything inside of her and what this place might do to hurt her. ]
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( Seriously though. Being both incredibly beautiful and a baker of cupcakes is like a double skill attack there, Clara. Red is entirely vulnerable. )
Let me gather up the alcohol and I'll be over following that incredibly kind invitation. How could I say no?
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[ Clara's been trying to bake away the fuckery of this place, and who know when she'll be able to cook or back again, so why not? She's just glad she has real snacks to share with Red this time. ]
My roommates have all scattered since getting their memories back, you can stay as long as you want.
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She knocks on the door before opening it herself given Clara knew she was coming. )
...delivery?
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But when she pops up with a fresh batch coming out of the oven, she grins. Her throat looks angry and bruised, but no real damage done. There are other bruises from where she was wrapped fully in the roots, but there's nothing that won't fade in time. ]
Booze Angel, you made it! With a very generous supply, I see.
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( Red pulls the booze inside and does not quite know what to react to first - except her attention's drawn to the bruises on Clara's throat, and she hisses out a helpless sound at the sight, finding herself stepping nearer, looking close at it with a wince. That worry drives its way through her chest again even if she can see she's at least in one piece and... baking on overdrive here. ...and then all of the cupcakes around, and yeah. Clara needs a drink. )
What's your poison, Cupcake Queen? I've got rum or gin or whiskey or the equivalent.
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Clearing her throat, she lets the moment pass and moves on to inspecting her selections. ]
I think gin's my drink of choice tonight. And I accept my title, by the way. Maybe we can make a tiara out of cupcake liners. We'll make you a halo and both look ridiculous.
[ Heading toward the kitchen, she grabs glasses. ]
There's actual food in the fridge too, so help yourself. Being in the gossip trading business has amazing perks, I really missed my calling in the real world.
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Both are true. Then she laughs as the moment passes, and she starts to pull out that bottle of gin. )
Could absolutely be part of the recreational fun of the night.
( When the glasses are set out, she'll pour some gin into each. )
Wait, they've turned gossip trading into a business in this village? One that pays? Damn
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[ Clara gestures at the seaside villa, at the fact that there's a house at all with a roof, with a stocked fridge, and a wardrobe. ]
I have my own bed, and it's huge. A room with a balcony. I wanna enjoy it as much as I can before we're inevitably in a rainforest or something. I figured that meant enjoying it with someone I like. Not that my roommates aren't great, I just don't know them. We've all sort of done our own things.
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Red understands on the roommate front because she doesn't really know her own very well either for the most part. They were all given individual lives here though so it makes sense they'd have to live it. She did manage to also bring along some tonic water to mix with the gin for the classic gin and tonic. She did some bartending in the real world so that's coming in handy at the moment. )
...so do you always bake this many cupcakes, or is this about the tree incident, or something else? ( Basically, are you okay? Beyond the bruises. )
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[ Watching the impromptu bartending, Clara debates explaining that it's definitely more than the trees. But if she talks about it, she can't stuff it away. Which means there's only one thing to be done. ]
I need to be significantly drunker to get into the rest. I mean, I'm fine, there's nothing else physically wrong with me. But messy feelings call for way more booze than this.
[ With that, she finishes what's in her glass and holds it out for more. At least it doesn't take a lot to get her over the line. ]
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Messy feelings are sometimes more painful and definitely more complicated than the physical sort.
This a place of drinking and uh, safety of expression.
( She tilts her glass in Clara's direction and then downs it herself before filling her glass again. )
But I get the need to compartmentalize too.
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So, she doesn't say anything at all, because enough gin hasn't entered into the equation to be that sappy. ]
Are you good at it? Compartmentalizing, I mean. Also, we can sit in the living room, unless you really did want that ocean-full-of-dead-people view. I wouldn't wanna disappoint.
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( Red snorts laughter. She will pick up a cupcake along with her own cup, and then carry the bottles over toward the living room where they can find a cozy little spot to sit down at. She'll slide on to the cushion and take a sip from the cup in her hand. )
As for compartmentalizing, I've become quite talented at it, yeah. It was real fuckin' hard when I first came into life. I wasn't used to all the emotions that come with- well, being alive.
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I can't imagine what it must be like, to feel so much at once. Can I be nosy? How did you end up dealing with it?
[ She trusts Red enough to believe she'd stop her if she questioned too much, but there are some things that curious minds want to know, and she wants to know Red. ]
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I was a godsdamned mess. ( Red takes another drink from her glass as she leans back it became worse when she started caring for people, when she fell in love in a way that wasn't returned and then lost her too. ) Then it was a lot of booze and occasionally drugs and casual fucking and party nights and that whole mess. A lot of running both metaphorically and realistically. I didn't remember this world so I didn't have all the growth I got here.
Eventually I figured out how to compartmentalize without all the rest, and I'm a fuckin' master at it now, but it was a messy road getting there.
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You made it, which says a lot more about you than just the ability to compartmentalize. Give yourself credit for being strong as fuck, you deserve it.
[ Taking a long drink, Clara savors the tingling feeling of the gin, ready for that feeling to extend to her limbs and make all the residual pain float away. ]
This is really good gin, damn.
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...well, thanks. I also threw myself into my work a lot which ultimately became my main way of dealing. Or not dealing. Along with less drinking. ( Her smile widens though at Clara's reaction. ) Only the best for the cupcake queen. But yeah, shouldn't take too long to feel it especially if you're a lightweight.
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[ She used to be against deforestation, but that was before she tangoed with a tree. ]
As for actual dealing, I like to deny and ignore. Maybe I can't control anything else, but sometimes my coping is feeling in control of being able to box everything up into something smaller and put it away.
[ It won't take all that long for her to open up at this rate. ]
Is that healthy?
[ She gives Red a grin that fully indicates she knows that no, it is not healthy. ]
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( Red smirks as she looks over at her, lingering, tilting her head to the side with amusement. )
Completely healthy, excellent coping skills.
( She's kidding, and she pffts. ) It doesn't really feel like anything ever slows down long enough for healthy coping anyway.
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That's the frustrating truth. I feel like it never, ever stops. But then there are people here who make everything better and it's just enough.
[ She tips her glass toward Red in quiet acknowledgment. ]
This is better than how I've coped in the past, which was honestly a lot like you, except for the drugs part. I was always too afraid to do anything that wasn't smoking a joint.
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( Red tips her glass toward Clara's too, letting the rim of hers tap against Calra's, winking at her, and then she... frowns. ) So basically, we have something in common there. A joint is the best of the options. You weren't missing out. ( Some of the rest could really fuck a person up, but she's not exactly only a person which is why she thinks she managed okay. ) ...did you develop different coping skills by the time you went with the Doctor or were the adventures their own coping mechanisms?
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I uh...turns out traveling with him is just a form of running away from things. By the time I met him, though, I made a pretty definite decision to stop letting my heart get involved in relationships. Which hasn't worked, but I tried.
[ She scoffs at herself, finishing that glass of gin and reaching for the bottle to pour herself more. ]
Still trying, I guess. But losing another person? I don't know if there are enough coping mechanisms for that.
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Well that hurt /wheezes
everything's fine ;o;
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forgive me if they already talked about this!! I really should track threads
they have not!! ;o;
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