A boy and his box, off to see the universe

"Heartbreak is a burden to us all, pity the man with two" My pillars were gone, ripped their home and from all who loved them - including me - by the Weeping Angels. Then came the dark days, but soon light in the form of a living contradiction gripped me tight and raised me from my self imposed perdition. She was lost to me, just when I was ready to end my exile and take her to see the stars above, but then I found she wasn't really gone at all. Not really, anyway. Now she's the only mystery worth solving, and the one who has claimed a foolish old man's hearts. Now we learn and we save and we love, because that is what we do. Geronimo. (Independent Doctor Who RP blog. Mun and muse both very much of age, so 18 to 21+ RP will happen here, but will be behind a read more. Not strictly speaking singleverse, but made for a specific account and will be a while before I take on other RPs.. maybe.)

[misscleverclogs-blog]

     Totally didn’t just accidentally burn a souffle in the TARDIS kitchen.

     Nope, nope, nope.

[downfromtheclouds]

Ah. Judging by the smoke, it totally wasn’t your cheddar souffle with.. hm.. garlic, I think? Not that you would, of course.

[misscleverclogs-blog]

     Nope. Totally wasn’t my cheddar souffle with garlic.

[downfromtheclouds]

You know, Clara, if you like I could introduce you to some rather master class souffle bakers. You know, just so you can exchange ideas. Not that I’m hinting or anything.

[misscleverclogs-blog]

     Are you implying I can’t cook? Just cause I can’t get my mother’s soufflé recipe right, or cook a decent turkey, doesn’t mean I can’t cook. Cheeky sod. 

[downfromtheclouds]

It totally was not your fault the shrimp marinara woke up and demanded voting rights, was it? What was really disturbing was when it put on a frock and started prancing about, warbling “I Enjoy Being  A Girl”.

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misscleverclogs and I breaking in the new tub.

[misscleverclogs-blog]

     Totally didn’t just accidentally burn a souffle in the TARDIS kitchen.

     Nope, nope, nope.

[downfromtheclouds]

Ah. Judging by the smoke, it totally wasn’t your cheddar souffle with.. hm.. garlic, I think? Not that you would, of course.

[misscleverclogs-blog]

     Nope. Totally wasn’t my cheddar souffle with garlic.

[downfromtheclouds]

You know, Clara, if you like I could introduce you to some rather master class souffle bakers. You know, just so you can exchange ideas. Not that I’m hinting or anything.

[salvation-ink]

the roleplay struggle is real

Me: TIME TO CRACK DOWN ON DRAFTS!

Muse: …

Me: …

Muse: …

Me: …

Muse: LOOK A MEME I WANNA DO IT

Me: What wHY OMG NO, DRAFTS, YOU USELESS DICKBAG, D R A F T S

[misscleverclogs-blog]

     Totally didn’t just accidentally burn a souffle in the TARDIS kitchen.

     Nope, nope, nope.

[downfromtheclouds]

Ah. Judging by the smoke, it totally wasn’t your cheddar souffle with.. hm.. garlic, I think? Not that you would, of course.

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[Open]

[downfromtheclouds]

"Picture the Aurora Borealis, but in deep space. That’s what it looks like, anyway. In reality it’s a complex space time event across several.. ahem. Sorry. It’s where the TARDIS gets her welly, now and again." He coughed, trying not to think of Clara on the beach at Space Bermuda. “Again, dreadfully sorry about this. Bit low on the temporal petrol, as it were.”

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Clara narrowed her eyes at The Doctor, crossing her arms. “You’re thinking naughty thoughts again aren’t ya?” Clara joked “Right then, Varianas Rift sounds lovely, beach-y,” Clara added, excited about this trip. Even though it was side trip, it sounded more like a vacation, and after the week she’d had, she was definitely looking forward to a little relaxing. She definitely didn’t mind spontaneity.

[downfromtheclouds]

He paused thoughtfully after they were off and turned to face, leaning back against the console. "Something wrong, Clara? You look as wound up as a well tuned E string. This little holiday is going to do you a power of good, I think."

[jasric]

I’m so sad. A tribute to the amazing Leonard Nimoy. Rest in Peace <3

[misscleverclogs-blog]

Amnesia

[downfromtheclouds]

I gave the attendants a significant look and a nod. They, to their credit, got the message and backed out of the room, leaving us alone. “Sleep as much as you like. I’ll stay right here and make absolutely sure you’re not pestered. Rest wall, miss Oswald.” I pulled out a book from my jacket pocket and began to read.

[misscleverclogs-blog]

I think I passed out the moment my head hit the pillow, which I shouldn’t have been so surprised by since I’d been awake for so long, and without food or water until the DCI had made sure I’d gotten some. As I slept, though, dreams invaded my mind, dark and terrifying visions of things I could swear never happened, yet probably did, since I lacked memory of the events that landed me in gaol in the first place.

I panted and whimpered, squirming in place, finding it both hard to breathe, and hard to wake up as well. I didn’t want these dreams, these nightmares, but they were forcing themselves on me while I slept.

I wanted to go home, I wanted to wake up and find that everything had been a nightmare, that I could remember what’d happened to me. But that wasn’t to be. This was the reality I was faced with, a reality that included a lack of sleep, and deprivation of my freedom.

I want to go home.

[downfromtheclouds]

She lay there, hour after hour like a trapped, wounded bird. It was readily apparent she was in the grip of absolutely vile dreams but there wasn't much I could do other than to divine what meaning I could get. There seemed to be meaning, focus but her mumblings were indistinct at best.

Ah, but then it happened. Sweat had long since broken out on her and her breathing had grown pitiable and ragged. I was strongly considering fetching medical attention because on my life I thought she might well pass from this world if she didn't wake up but then came That Name. I froze in place, eyes widened in shock and then scowled because I knew that name. I knew it all too well and it was all I could do to keep my composure.

I smiled, a grim and wolfish thing. "Simeon. Walter Simeon. So you're connected with this." As a certain literary idol of mine once put it, the game was afoot. I was sure of it, and when miss Oswald woke it was time to go hunting. I believe the expression my father used to employ worked quite well.

Geronimo.

[downfromtheclouds]

[downfromtheclouds]

Impossible Loss

He'd know there would be trouble the second he made the decision to go. The Ogrons were a brutal, thuggish race but their recent return in worrying numbers meant they had to be dealt with and so he and Clara went. They were also possessed of a long memory for even imagined wrongs and so the many defeats they suffered at the hands of the Doctor rankled.

The moment it happened is frozen forever in his memory. They'd gotten through many obstacles and soon came face to face with the leader of the tribe. He was a brute like all the rest but had a gift of raw cunning that set him apart. So it was that he pretended to talk treaty with the Doctor, but the second he foolishly turned away the Ogron swung a great bladed club for the Doctor's back.

He heard Clara begin to move and turned just in time to see her intercept the blow, skewering her like a bug on a card. She mewled weakly as blood spilled from the corner of her mouth and simply sagged. The Doctor had begun to move, but he couldn't stop what had happened and so even as their backup arrived to deal with the Ogron chief the Doctor was on his knees, frantically trying to get Clara to hush just hush save your strength please don't die Clara please. But it was too late.

"Run, you clever b.." was as far as she managed of her last words.

It broke him. He howled his agony to the sky and his thin shoulders shook in great, wracking heaves of pure grief. He even snarled like a wounded animal when they tried to pry him from her. Scooping her body into his arms, he backed away toward the TARDIS looking as dangerous as any threat they'd faced that day.

He buried her next to her mother, personally. He felt.. nothing. At all. His face might well have been carved from granite for all the emotion he showed during it all. After laying her to rest, he returned to Victorian London and his cloud. He didn't even bother to tell Vastra and her lot he was there, not this time. There'd be no return for the Doctor, not this time. Too much grief, too much loss, the universe had taken from him senselessly one too many times and he was quite simply done.

He didn't eat, he didn't drink  He simply didn't care enough to anymore, not without her. He knew the biological failsafes of his people wouldn't allow him to starve, he'd go into a kind of stasis. But it was enough, and the universe would be without the man who forgets.

Perhaps, he thought, perhaps I'll get to see Clara again.. as the paralysis began to take hold.

But was that truly the end? Ah, now that would be telling. Spoilers, you know.

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[Open]

Clara had heard the familiar wheezing from inside her apartment. Without really thinking of much else, she dashed out of her apartment and ran to the source of the sound. The big blue box in front of her made her smile. She took the TARDIS key from her pocket and unlocked the door. However, the sight before her made her brows furrow. She crossed her arms and started at The Doctor. “What with that face? What’s wrong?” She asked. “You’re worrying me. Stop worrying me,” Clara demanded.

[downfromtheclouds]

The Doctor spun in place, looking sheepish. “I think our trip to Space Bermuda might have to sidetrack just a bit. The old girl is being a bit cross and.. and.. well, more stubborn than usual. Oh, it’s nothing a good top up of rift energy won’t cure.. I hope. At least I didn’t wipe my entire memory, this time. Mind a bit of a side trip to the Varianas Rift to give the grand lady a charge?”

[impossibleandbossy-archived-blog]

Clara sighed as she listened to what The Doctor was telling her. Her brows furrowed as she approached the console. “All she needs is a good charge then?” Clara asked, still worried even with The Doctor’s explanation. “Right then, Varianas Rift is fine by me, what’s it like?” Clara asked, brows raised.

[downfromtheclouds]

"Picture the Aurora Borealis, but in deep space. That's what it looks like, anyway. In reality it's a complex space time event across several.. ahem. Sorry. It's where the TARDIS gets her welly, now and again." He coughed, trying not to think of Clara on the beach at Space Bermuda. "Again, dreadfully sorry about this. Bit low on the temporal petrol, as it were."

[impossibleandbossy-archived-blog]

[Open]

Clara had heard the familiar wheezing from inside her apartment. Without really thinking of much else, she dashed out of her apartment and ran to the source of the sound. The big blue box in front of her made her smile. She took the TARDIS key from her pocket and unlocked the door. However, the sight before her made her brows furrow. She crossed her arms and started at The Doctor. “What with that face? What’s wrong?” She asked. “You’re worrying me. Stop worrying me,” Clara demanded.

[downfromtheclouds]

The Doctor spun in place, looking sheepish. "I think our trip to Space Bermuda might have to sidetrack just a bit. The old girl is being a bit cross and.. and.. well, more stubborn than usual. Oh, it's nothing a good top up of rift energy won't cure.. I hope. At least I didn't wipe my entire memory, this time. Mind a bit of a side trip to the Varianas Rift to give the grand lady a charge?"

[downfromtheclouds]

Visit Original Link

The missus doing an ad for organic chocolates that.. oh, my.

[misscleverclogs-blog]

Amnesia

[downfromtheclouds]

I was mildly impressed when the stuffed sausage returned, jacket key in hand and set her free of the confines personally. “Well done,” I nodded. Fact is, he seemed relieved to not have to act like a Dickensian villain for once.  We set about helping her get circulation back in her arms and I pledge to you I was a bit awed at how relieved, how grateful she looked to be free of that wretched thing. “You needn’t worry over answering any questions until after you’ve had a jolly good, proper rest, miss Oswald.”

My words were a bit prophetic as no sooner had they left me as her new bed arrived. “Doctor,” I muttered grimly to the fellow beside me, “be on your guard. This lot may well alert whoever ordered miss Oswald’s maltreatment. If need be, I will place you under police protection personally.”

[misscleverclogs-blog]

A bed arrived for me, once the DCI had helped me out of the straitjacket and got some feeling back into my arms, but I couldn’t help looking between him and the doctor in confusion when he mentioned placing the doctor under police protection because of the way I’d been treated, suggesting that it’d been done on purpose.

"S-Someone did t-this on purpose?" I mumbled, my voice still a little raspy and hoarse, even after the drink of water. "Is… i-is someone trying to hurt me on p-purpose?"

I was grateful I was able to move again, and that I didn’t have to answer any questions right now. In fact, the most I wanted to do was sleep. I wanted to rest, and recover, and hopefully get my voice back so I could attempt to answer the DCI’s questions.

[downfromtheclouds]

I gave the attendants a significant look and a nod. They, to their credit, got the message and backed out of the room, leaving us alone. "Sleep as much as you like. I'll stay right here and make absolutely sure you're not pestered. Rest wall, miss Oswald." I pulled out a book from my jacket pocket and began to read.

[misscleverclogs-blog]

That Ol' Black Magic

[downfromtheclouds]

I smiled back over my shouder at her and closed my book. “Hello, gorgeous. Sorry for my display of peevish temper earlier.” My gaze took her in, top to toe. “You.. are exquisite. I am so, so lucky.” Standing, I took both her hands in mind. “So. To what do I owe this particular honor, m’love?”

[misscleverclogs-blog]

I grinned, holding his hands tightly. “Can’t a woman dress up for her husband because she wants to?” I purred, biting my lip gently, my smile turning into a fond smirk. “Though, I wasn’t intending to wear this for long, if you catch my drift?”

[downfromtheclouds]

Well, now. That certainly got a raised eyebrow, and a raised.. well, you get the idea. She looked to be in the mood to take charge, and I wasn't of a mind to argue the point. "Well, now. Do I get to use my hands for this, boss, or did you have something else in mind?" I knew my wife and I knew her tastes, and they were always absolutely exquisite.

[kyouheiprinceofsassiness-deacti]

Could you please reblog this if it's okay for me to come into your inbox even if we haven't rp'ed before?

[downfromtheclouds]

Now I don't want you to be alarmed, Clara, but perhaps it was not your best idea ever to reheat the souffle with the TARDIS console as we did with the turkey. Because there is now a half turkey, half souffle man-beast roaming the corridors and inexplicably reciting the works of Marcel Proust, albeit with rather insightful commentary thereon.