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[bossily]

Who: Clara Oswald & Anyone
What: Waking up from one really long sleep
When: Morning of 463
Where: Garden of Thor 103 & out and about
Rating: G - no warnings needed!



[She's not sure how long she slept, exactly, but she's sure that it wasn't just overnight. Not with the condition of her hair when she wakes up, or the fact that she actually recalls having a large number of horrible dreams that she couldn't pull herself out from. She wakes up in her room, alone, something she's grateful for. There's a moment of panic as she stumbles out of bed and wobbles her way over toward her changing table to look at herself in the mirror. She thinks to call out to the Doctor, but in her panicked and disoriented state, she decides to shuffle her way downstairs and out to the garden.

With shaky hands, she tests her power - growing a flowery vine that has the flowers torn apart by thorns with a twist of her hand.

She's still in Asgard, that's for sure. And she has control over her actions now, she's not still sleeping and trapped in a dream where she can't control a single thing. She gives out a sigh of relief and finally allows herself to smile.

Later in the day, she doesn't hesitate to take to the streets of the city. There's so much to be done, so many people to check in on. If you're someone she knows and cares for, expect to see her popping by your residence or workplace to check up on you. If you aren't acquainted with her just yet, it's all too easy to bump into her when she's aimlessly wandering around just for the sake of getting to move about.]

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Garden

[bonnypiperlad]

[When Jamie goes to check on Clara the night before, she's still asleep, and for once he makes the decision to go to his own room to spend the night. But, as it has been lately, it really doesn't help much at all. Between the nightmares and Clara's own extended sleep, he's gotten very little sleep of his own, and even now, without the nightmares, it proves to rest. And this time is no different, meaning he has a night spent tossing and turning before he gives up altogether and goes to see about getting some breakfast instead.

Like he's done so often over the past couple of weeks, he checks on Clara first, hoping against hope that he'll see her finally awake - sitting up in bed, perhaps, or bantering with the Doctor. The room being empty is a shock, and for a few seconds there's the thought that the worst has happened, that she's somehow been sent home and is gone for good. But her things are still there, and the covers on the bed are pushed aside, like they'd been moved by someone not too long ago, and seeing that in particular brings out a spark of hope in him. Yes, it could be that the Doctor's decided to move her for some reason - a change of scenery, an effort to try and get her to wake up - but maybe, just maybe, it means that she's woken up instead.

That thought is enough to send him running through the house, taking the stairs two at a time in his haste to get downstairs quickly without actually using his power, which would likely send him careening into a wall at the moment. There's no sign of her in the living room or the kitchen, however, and he very nearly goes back up to check the other rooms upstairs before deciding to look outside first, just in case.

It proves to be a good choice, because once he yanks the door open to look in the garden what's there is more than enough for him. The simple sight of Clara, awake and testing her powers, fills him with joy - and for a moment he can't really do anything but watch her, the expression on his face very close to being an outright grin of relief. Given a minute he might do more than that, but right now, the world's biggest smile is what she's going to get instead.]

[bossily]

[She glances back toward the house and catches sight of him. The smile on his face pulls out a broader grin of her own, and she doesn't hesitate in moving forward to tackle him in a tight hug. She's still not sure exactly how long she was asleep, but she's guessing by the happy look on his face, he's relieved to finally see her up and moving about. So she tries fishing for information, hiding it behind a chuckle and more smiles.]

Miss me?

[A silly question, maybe. But she's hoping he might fill her in on what's been going on and give her some sort of idea as to how much she's missed. And maybe there's a part of her that isn't sure how to greet him when she's feeling a little off, but she figures that once she's fully regained her bearings everything will be just fine. After all, what can you say to someone you care about when you're caught up in being relieved that you're not dreaming anymore?]

[bonnypiperlad]

[Any longer and he might have beaten her to the punch and saved her the trouble of crossing the garden, but when she gets to him first he doesn't waste any time in wrapping his arms tightly around her and holding her close for a precious few seconds just because he can. Right about now, it's the best thing in the world, which makes her question not so much a silly one, as far as he's concerned.]

Aye. I have. Very much.

[And there's a part of him that wants very much to kiss her right now, which he takes a moment to do before pulling back a little so he can talk - although he doesn't let go, not after how long it's been.]

You've been asleep for awhile, ye know.

[bossily]

Figured I was, yeah.

[But she thinks it'd be weird to say that she noticed her hair grew, and that she's completely famished and feels like she could eat an entire restaurant out of business. Luckily, her stomach growls loudly for her, and she places a hand over her stomach as she keeps her other hand up on his arm. ]

Dunno what brought it on, but suppose my body needed the time to recuperate.

[Frowning a little, she pulls herself back in for another hug. This time, it's definitely a clinging one. She's a little bothered by the fact she could just sleep for that long, with her body having no real say in what's going on. For someone that values always being in control, a total loss of it is incredibly distressing.]

[bonnypiperlad]

It's happened before. Jo -- ye know, the lass that runs the Roadhouse? She fell asleep for the better part of a month once.

[Much like Clara had, but he doesn't say so directly. Not yet, at least. If she asks, he'll tell her as much, but he's not entirely sure that she wants to know right now, so he holds off for the moment.]

She looked like a right ragamuffin when she woke up, too. I...ah, might have tried to make sure ye didn't. Hope ye don't mind.

[He does know that she's got certain notions when it comes to her hair, and, well, it helped him a little to try and take care of it as best he could. When he hears that unmistakable sound of her stomach growling, though, he reaches up to cover her hand with his and give it a small squeeze before nodding in the direction of the kitchen.]

I imagine you're fair famished, though. Come on, let me make some breakfast for ye. Think I can manage that for ye too.

[comeonthensexy]

[ The Doctor hasn't checked up much on Clara. Jamie's been doing that so much, and he's not worried. These sleep states aren't that uncommon, after all. So he misses the fact that she woke up that morning, and probably missed her while she was out in the garden.

When she comes by the shop, he's on his knees next to a bookshelf, looking over the order of the books. Checking it from top to toe is something he does practically every day because otherwise he gets bored. He hears the door opening, but he doesn't look up. Because busy. He does call out, however. ]

Hello! Rubbish weather today, isn't it? Or at least it was last I checked. Maybe the rain stopped.

[bossily]

I don't mind the rain, actually.

[There's warmth and fondness in her tone, and it matches the smile on her face. Since he's busy with his books, she makes her way over to crouch down beside him and gets right to work checking over the order along with him. She knows how much keeping things in the proper order means to him, and it's been a while since she's been able to work.]

Sorry I'm late. Bed was just so comfortable, I couldn't be bothered to get out.

[bossily]

You watched over me?

[She's not all that surprised he had, but the fact that he obviously took time to brush her hair and make sure she didn't look a mess tickles her. It's pretty endearing, and she realizes that he really does care about her a lot, to actually take the time to do it.]

Brushed my hair, straightened my clothes?

[It comes out a slight tease, a soft laugh followed by a warm smile. Taking hold of his hand, she allows him to lead her toward the kitchen.]

And now you're fixing me something to eat? I think I've domesticated you, Jamie McCrimmon.

[comeonthensexy]

[ It isn't until she's crouched beside him and talks again that he realises just who it is that's come through the door. And as soon as she's said the last word he jerks upright, and gapes at her. ]

Clara!

[ Break in the work for hugging. It's needed. ]

[allpurposescarf]

[Four still doesn't have much of a workplace. He perhaps should find something, but he's not really one for chaining himself down to such things. That said, he's easy enough to spot, if not to find. And once Clara does find (in the park, today), he's more than glad to see Clara up and about, after her having been asleep for so long.

And that, in turn, is more than enough to see him turn away from what he'd been doing.]

Oh! Hallo! Good to see you on your feet again, if I may say so.

[bonnypiperlad]

Hey! Who says I'm domesticated? Maybe I only did that so ye wouldn't look like your hair had exploded when ye woke up.

[He sniffs, pretending to look affronted, but he can't keep up the pretense long at all. It's practically no time at all before his lips twitch a bit, and from there curve into a small smile as he twines his fingers with hers and starts back towards the door.]

I might have read to ye a bit, too. Not cookbooks, though, so I hope ye don't mind oats for breakfast.

[bossily]

[Her smile brightens the second he says her name, and she can't help but laugh in delight as she leans forward to hug him. What starts out as a loose hug quickly turns into a tight, clinging one.]

Hello, Doctor.

[A quick kiss is placed to his cheek, and she pulls back enough to look up at his face.]

Miss me?

[bossily]

[She's on her way to the stables, and isn't expecting to stumble across another Doctor. So when she does, she looks completely surprised, but it's not long before she's left smiling.]

Doctor! Hello!

[Rocking back on her heels, she reaches up to tuck some hair behind her ear.]

It's good to be up on my feet again. I'm not someone that does well with being idle. Specially not for so long.

[bossily]

[She just gives him a knowing look at that first part, something mischievous that says she's close to teasing him. But nothing ever comes out of her mouth, she just nods to say that she doesn't mind whatever he'll make for her. She thinks she could insist that she'll help him make something, but doesn't. For once, she likes being taken care of. She's still a little out of it, after all.]

Oats'll do.

[She digs her heels in, trying to anchor him down to a halt, so she can rise up on her tiptoes and sneak in a kiss to his cheek.]

Thank you, Jamie. For taking care of me.

...i apologize for having like no friendly faces left right now

[hisstrength]

[It's still in Thor that Clara runs into Tris. She's making her way "home" from the arena, long hair pulled back in a braid that's dark with water. The baggy black clothes are the same as ever. When she spots Clara, she lights up - not knowing where she lived, she'd eyed the list of people on the network warily every so often.]

Hey! Haven't seen you in a while.

no worries <3!

[bossily]

[Clara glances over at the girl, smiling at the sight of her.]

Hello there, Tris. Sorry I haven't been around all that often. I was...sleeping. For an incredibly long amount of time.

[She pauses, awkwardly chuckling.]

Bit weird, I know. But true.

[hisstrength]

Not that weird around here.

[She shrugs, giving a strained smile.]

How long were you out?

[bossily]

A few weeks, far as I can figure.

[She hasn't entirely figured it out, and isn't sure she really wants to know.]

I'm not sure what caused it, but here's hoping it doesn't happen again anytime soon. Have you been taking care of yourself?

[hisstrength]

[She bites her lip. A few weeks...]

Yeah. It's, uhm. Been pretty strange. But I think the passing out isn't really unusual around here, I've done that too.

[allpurposescarf]

I know the feeling.

[Both of them, actually, even his own long sleep hadn't been quite as long. But it had been enough and being back up and about again had been more than wonderful.]

Besides, it's much more interesting this way.

[bonnypiperlad]

[Well, it's that or toast - and oats are the better of the two options, as far as he's concerned. A daily bowl of porridge is something that's been a part of his life for as long as he can remember. While it did become something a little less than daily when he started travelling with the Doctor, thanks to their more uncertain lifestyle, he's still a firm believer in the benefits of the stuff, and when he can manage to work it into his breakfast, he can.

At least Clara doesn't have to worry on one front, though - eating it as often as he does does mean it's one of the few things he can cook decently well. And he's fairly sure they can find some fruit or something to go along with it, so as to give the meal a little variety. Caught up in those thoughts, it takes him a second to realize she's trying to get him to stop. Once he does, though, he turns his head to look down at her, making access to his cheek that much easier- and the the resulting kiss is more than enough to get him to smile.]

Ye don't have to thank me for that, ye know. I'll take care of ye whenever you'll let me.

[It's the least he can do to show her how he feels about her, and there's times where he really wants to be able to do that, like now. Even if it does come with a little bit of teasing from time to time.]

Besides, you'd never let me hear the end of it if ye woke up with the world's worst hair. Although I still say that it's not so bad when it's a wee bit mussed up.

[comeonthensexy]

[ He smiles down at her, and kisses her forehead in return. ]

Lots.

Feeling all right?

[bossily]

Other than a bit bothered by the fact I had absolutely no control over how long I slept?

[She smiles, giving him a look that says it's taking a lot of patience and effort not to launch herself into a frustrated panic. Not that there's anything to panic over, she just hates not being in control.]

I'll be just fine.

[bossily]

I doubt Asgard has any trouble keeping things interesting for you, Doctor.

[She gives him a knowing look, chuckling in amusement. He may have a different face than her Doctor, but the Doctor is still the same man deep down inside, no matter what the face.]

You've managed to avoid trouble here recently, I hope.

[bossily]

You have?

[There's a look of concern, but she doesn't press the issue. Tris isn't the type who'd do well being coddled, she thinks.]

There weren't any negative effects from it happening, then?