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Where are you?

[ A few minutes later. ]

Oh and hello! Should have led with that. We need to catch up.

[ Another minute later. ]

This will be awkward if you don't remember me. Tell me you remember me. I'll really be quite cross otherwise! Although if you don't remember me you won't care if I'm cross probably but you should. Imagine a big permanent frowny face and a giant rain cloud following me about and bear that in mind when you answer. Lie to me if you have to.

[ Ah, but— ]

Really don't. Okay. I'm stopping now. Respond in the manner of your choosing. Morse code could be fun.

Guess who just got choked out by a fucking tree.

This is your friendly warning that the trees are dicks.

[ Clara's been looking for the Doctor, looking because she hasn't been able to find him. Granted, she hadn't looked very hard the first day, but now she's searching for him in earnest because it isn't like him to not check in on her like a mother hen. An over worried, overly fussy mother hen.

She never does find him. Instead, she finds his pocket watch lying down in the grass face up as if placed there, and she stares at it stupidly before picking it up, turning it over in her hand. She knows then, that he's gone, and so she goes back to the cave she's been sharing with Red and holds up the watch. ]

He's gone, Red.

[ Clara doesn't elaborate because there's no other he she'd be talking about. She thought he'd be there longer, she thought she'd get to tell him about this small piece of happiness she's found with Red, but she waited too long. ]

[ Clara wasn't with Red this time when she left and returned. This time, she has to deal with the fallout of her re-arrival alone, which means she has to sit with everything that happened and decide how to tell Red. Because she has to tell her, she can't let her see it first. As soon as they see one another, the metaphorical cat will be out of the bag, and Clara can't do that to her. So, after a couple of hours, she finds a room and sits down, grabbing her device. ]

You'll never guess on a scale from 'the beacons worked for a second' to 'we're stuck here forever' what just happened to me.

[ Again. ]

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text | un: hide-and-seek (late, like dumb late, end of day 1)

A few days after arriving in Unkharil (not to bombard you 😭 this can be short if needed!))

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