CORA2ONS. INDEPENDENT & MUTUALS ONLY DOCTOR WHO ORIGINAL CHARACTER. LOVED BY ISA, SHE/HER, 20. affiliated with @yes7erdays.
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CORA2ONS. INDEPENDENT & MUTUALS ONLY DOCTOR WHO ORIGINAL CHARACTER. LOVED BY ISA, SHE/HER, 20. affiliated with @yes7erdays.
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❛⠀ that's.... a lot.⠀ ❜ ⠀which could mean nothing.
not everything was aliens. it could be the theater showing its age; each time a new show got put on, it underwent a head-to-toe transformation: new lights, stage setting, and if someone less than qualified did the repairs, well... that was the cost of doing business, wasn't it?
if you look for something, you'll find it.
one stroke of bad luck, and everyone had their eyes pealed. she didn't want to jump to conclusions, didn't want the show to stop, a strange, morbid curiosity to watch a play about her life, but there was something about cora's tone that made her settle and listen.
❛⠀ you have a theory, don't you? that's why you dragged me in here.⠀ ❜ ⠀
her exaggerated shrug says they're officially on the same page. it's up to clara whether she wants to run through all the valid skepticism just to be sure, or to jump right into stranger methods of her own volition, but cora intends to weave past them, having made something of a game of proving and disproving such matters of coincidence. her head tilts sweetly, and her foot kicks lightly at thin air to drive home a point: ❝ well, i wasn't gonna kick you out. ❞
a half-knowing look grows into the corners of her eyes, a bit of a laugh at herself for suggesting this and at her companion for putting up with it, still waiting on a hook.
❝ look, it wasn't my first, but alistair supposes it's our local ghost. ❞ she's not sure how common knowledge it is amongst all the other theatre superstitions, but he has somewhat of a reputation in his own house. and if there's anything cora has been made aware of, it is the existence of an abundance of odd explanations here and there and otherwise. ❝ sound like anything up your alley... maybe? ❞
time loop fans when the loop slightly changes
↪ 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 , 𝑰'𝑴 𝑨 𝑭𝑬𝑾 - ᶰᵒ ᶠᵃᵐᶤˡʸ ˒ ᵗᵒᵒ . 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑎𝑚 𝑖 ? ( a series of sentence starters from season 1 of “ orphan black ” . adjust phrasing as necessary . will be updated ! )
i wanna see [ name ] .
well , that's not fair , is it ?!
oh my god , you look like crap .
i didn't miss your birthday , did i ?
something really weird just happened at the train station .
what the hell is wrong with you ?
listen to me , [ name ] , i'm only gonna ask you this once .
oh , i'm fine by the way , thank you .
get in the car .
when you don't give a damn , i get pissed .
you'd better be ready . are you ready ?
you're sure as hell overdressed . what , were you out all night or something ?
this shit is as hard as it gets . but you've gotta stop making it worse .
i panicked , what do you want me to say ?
i'm kidding . where's your wit gone ?
you don't have to babysit me , dipshit .
i know this thing's got you all twisted up , but try to forgive yourself .
[ name ] , open the goddamn door !
yeah , the last thing i am is special .
[ name ] , where have you been ?
where have i been ? uh .. long story .
oh , jesus , are you alright ?
you have a few words , [ name ] ? anything you want to express ?
plead your mercy & your pity .
love is imperfection itself .
say it . go ahead , say it's my fault .
who the hell are you ?
of course not . you think we'd let that happen ?
i'm at home , you've got it all wrong .
you know what ? don't . i'm going to ignore that .
i'm worried you're losing the plot again .
sorry , i've got ... i've got a lot of work to do .
i mean , what am i supposed to do ?
you don't have to take this on .
i can't keep waking up every night , checking your breathing , worried you're mixing your meds , booze ... god knows what else .
i knew it was too good to be true .
why would you help such a stupid plan ?
i'm not going to play [ name ] in the middle .
i'm not dirty , i just freaked out .
if there is another version of this story ...
walk me through it again . so i know you won't crack under questioning .
you're making me nervous .
finally ! where have you been ?
who am i speaking to ?
how did you find me ?
idiot . do you even know who you're talking to ?
i don't care who you are .
nope , that is not my responsibility .
go , & wait for a call .
what i'm trying to do is move on .
we have known each other for awhile now , [ name ] .
i nailed it , man . every detail .
come on , [ name ] , give me a little love here !
you know , my skin just breaks out every time i leave downtown .
whoa , hey , [ name ] - you always do this to me !
i don't do backup , i don't even know what backup is !
i got stuck , i was running from my own shit .
i'm not giving you shit 'til you give me some answers .
don't ! do not shoot me , please !
seriously , it's life or death .
am i going insane ?
hi hi hi if you're new here i hereby invite you to my meme tag for a trusty cold open to get things started while i'm just cleaning some things up ♥
💌 — * @l1sten : i got a nose for trouble ––– can smell it 10 miles away.
when he with the nose meets her with the knack, surely something is fated to combust before long. the thought makes her laugh a little, though maybe it shouldn't. cora can't deny she has a bit of a sixth sense for the off-putting, as frequent a caller it tends to be. IF ONLY HER SENSES DIDN'T HAVE THE ODD HABIT OF CRYING WOLF she might be more inclined to call this common ground. her eyes follow the man, testing waters for her feet, head tilting around corners for a better view. it is as much a cautionary investigation as it is a curious gesture, leaving him to explore the area. arms crossed, she dares to dally closer. ❝ good to know. ❞ what's easy and amicable in her can't veil what's missing —- not once does she question the validity of the search. no, it has long since been decided she is more likely to stumble across trouble than not. it's what to do when she finds it that never seems to sit right, especially not in anticipation.
❝ any sour notes? ❞ she asks like someone who still might not be taking this seriously enough. if it wasn't clear, skepticism has nothing to do with it. more than her own collection of clues or oddities or whatever one might call them, she tries to watch him think. they remind her of someone familiar --- if she observes, just maybe she can catch the gears turning, find where they start to spill out.
time loop fans when the loop changes slightly
hi hi hi if you're new here i hereby invite you to my meme tag for a trusty cold open to get things started while i'm just cleaning some things up ♥
Gilmore Girls (2000-2007)
i will look at u with my big doe eyes … and u will pay for my iced coffee
Mary Oliver, from Swan; "More Evidence"
[Text ID: Refuse all cooperation with the heart's death.]
CHASE SUI WONDERS as Samantha Yeung in CITY ON FIRE: Scenes from Private Life (2023)
[ thumb ] sender starts gently caressing receiver's knuckles with their thumb
there's no telling which way is up or down, whether they're even inside or out. there's not a crunch beneath their feet nor whistle of wind. all cora can hear is the shudder of her own breath in a pitch black sea of ... well, it can't be nothing. clara's got her hand in a vice grip —- or maybe she has got clara's. either way, it's one beacon of certainty, the occasional brush of skin keeping things from growing too stagnant. ❝ is there anything in front of you? ❞ she asks at a whisper.
even that sounds LOUD in this environment. clara leads the way as she tends to do; cora offers a squeeze of her grasp in return. perhaps against her better judgement ( on second thought : no, what better way to find out? ), she stretches her free hand behind her, reaching out for new information, if it is there.
💌 : THE ROMANCE OF HANDS AND TOUCH.
The play had been interesting, indeed. In fact, it was familiar. Perhaps a little too familiar, they think, but then, maybe word simply gets around. The Doctor stands in front of the brilliant actor with hands shoved in their pockets and a smile on their face. Brows raise at her question and they remove one hand from their pocket to wave it as they shake their head.
"No, no, not here for anyone but you, really." They're incredibly invested in the story that was told, sure that it was likely the writer who came up with the idea but captivated by this woman's performance. "You really capture the emotional turmoil that comes with being a time traveler." A pause that is perhaps a little too long, followed by a correction made with words tumbling out of their mouth: "Err, at least, I would think so."
brows lift, pleasantly surprised. a stranger could be plenty of things at the end of the day - professional or not, important or optimistically good at conversation. lips press together, taking this in stride. ❝ oh, well, emotional turmoil's my specialty. ❞ it leaves no trace of itself now, just as it should, tightly tucked away for tomorrow night then every one after. needless to say, it's one hell of a vault. what she does feel a bit more of is the hour, ❝ so, uh —- what can i do for you? ❞
no matter how far she ran, devastation trailed closed behind.
chaos's unwilling bride, her very name could turn a sunny day into a storm. planets she once saved, people whose lives she touched — after a while, it all crumbled to dust, her best laid-plans disintegrating before her eyes. was she macbeth? they called out her name and the universe responded with characteristic ill-humor, freak accidents nipping at the heels of the production.
❛⠀ theater inspector, ⠀ ❜ ⠀ she says, flashing psychic paper. security didn't scare her, something happening to cora because she had the misfortune of being cast to play her. ❛⠀ and haven't you learned anything? ah, i guess you're not one of those fancy posh method-actors. i don't get in trouble. ⠀ ❜ ⠀clara was usually on the other side of the galaxy when the effect of her smile wavered and people started to realize something had happened right under their noses.⠀ ❛⠀ what is this about a missing picture frame? ⠀ ❜ ⠀
cora squints at the paper consider her thoroughly impressed yet again. she could have guessed clara would have something like a rabbit to pull out of a hat. perhaps it's offensive to still be caught by surprise at this point. ❝ it's more than just that. falling sandbags, tech malfunctions —- a piece of the console nearly burst into flames the other night, it almost looked like the real thing. ❞
a graver expression settles in at even the vague recollection. maybe it'll be a funny story one day, but given that they're already on their third standby for rigsy, there isn't much room for flippancy. she leans back against her table, not liking the way it creaks under the shift of her weight. part of her really hopes she has only made it this far unscathed on DUMB LUCK and not some greater rhyme or reason. really, what are the odds of that? cora sits up a little lighter... just in case.
MY BODY'S MADE OF CRUSHED LITTLE STARS, & I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING. — PRIVATE + INDEPENDENT DOCTOR WHO ORIGINAL CHARACTER. LOVED BY ISA, SHE/HER, TWENTY. EST. 12/2023.