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[lookedinfinite]

starter call | @chloevlinder

sometimes the novelty of being known is a curse. it would take a hundred guards to track her down in large castle: to navigate the halls enough to seek out even one of her hundreds of quiet spots. like seeking out every last spider in a great hall, maeve's very nature is that of a hidden thing. a hundred guards...  or a single,  stubborn woman.  she knows her by her steps alone,  eyes not raising from her book as she stays sat amongst the hay of stable's upper level,  "isn't this a spot a little below your station,  my lady?"  teasing comes lowly - as if she's not spent the past days avoiding too much time with chloe in effort to delay talks of new titles. 

[nursc-arc]

❛ it's not that i don't like you or anything, i think you're great, ❜ she said, sliding up behind chloe, dimples giving away her amusement. ❛ it's just... i always get a this buzzing in my head, and a headache the next day. what do you make of that? ❜

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[yes7erdays]

❛⠀ that’s not — don’t make that face! i’m immune, so go try that look on someone else, miss smith,⠀ ❜⠀ she says, adjusting the lapels of her rumpled trench coat. her students show up to class more put together than this, but it is not like she had any time for niceties, not with the entire pub shouting and hollering when the judge disqualified her from the game.⠀ ❛⠀ his answer was wrong! and so is wikipedia, by the way. pulling up wikipedia as a source... of all the stupid things i've heard today, that got the cake!⠀ ❜

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[driftvoid]

The sun had set, and the moon was shining onto the lands – he could see it from his seat through the window; white and full. Perhaps that was a reason he didn’t feel particularly tired and found himself struggling to just lay his head on the pillow to rest as well as sleep. His feet had carried him to the library, that was so familiar that it could have been his own. So many hours spent here, giving advice to the current queen’s late father – and now to her, even if those hours weren’t nearly as often spent in the library as they had been years ago. There was still comfort amongst the leather-bound sources of knowledge – and distraction, as he had picked one from a shelf and sat down in the comfortable armchair, he was still sitting in, even if he had given up reading some time ago; the book resting next to the lit candelabra, which, beside the moon, was the only light source in the room.

Until there was a shadow thrown onto the wall; another set of flickering candles carried into the room. He knew the soft footsteps accompanying the light – and turned on his seat to find her. Had always thought she was also a source of light, when she entered the room. Had done so, years and years ago, when she came running into the library, wanting to show her father, and him, something new she had found or learned.

He smiled at her. “ – shouldn’t you be asleep? If I remember correctly, you’ve been invited to a ball tomorrow.” | @chloevlinder

[thrownsoul]

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top ten things the scarab latched onto your spinal column says that make you ask what the fuck is artron energy, #1:

<< ALERT :// ARTRON ENERGY DETECTED >>

alice has been standing in front of a tree that definitely wasn't there before her class. she knows it wasn't, even though the trunk is wider than she is, because she's trying to figure out how to get her bicycle out from behind it. alice circles it one way and then the other.

okay, i'll play nice. she doesn't really like talking to scarab, even inside her head, but desperate times. what is a tree doing here and what the fuck is artron energy?

and then it shows her something — well, kind of amazing. a slight shift in perception, and she can see it, the blue light shimmering all over the surface. a literal-minded part of her insists, but it's a tree.

it isn't a tree. it just looks like a tree.

what does artron energy do?

alice blinks and whatever scarab did shutters off again, but not before she sees the woman on the street corner. the same shimmer wafts around her, like a perfume. alice doesn't ask if it's dangerous. ignoring scarab's warnings, she just hares off after her.

all breathless and quizzical: "hey, is that your time machine? it's, uh, parked in front of the bike rack."

[archive-storytelers]

save for turning the pages, clara had not moved for three hours. not when chloe woke up, not when she offered her breakfast, not even when she lingered at the bedroom door to mention she was taking a shower ( an invitation, clearly. clara was not so far gone to miss it, but she did dismiss it after weighing it for half a second, reasoning that her girlfriend would still be here tomorrow but the experience of reading this book for the very first time was something she could only experience once ).

when the scent of freshly-cut flowers drifted into the room and chloe started loudly making plans for lunch, clara didn't stir then either. not until her book vanished from her hands.

a muscle in her neck twinged as her head snapped up.

❛ hey! i was reading that! ❜

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[mythictold]

the afternoon is still vaguely young. mum and dad off to save the world again (or something that moira does not ask about because she knows she won't get an answer). either way, the kids have been left to their devices - which for moira is often a bit dangerous at times. gordy's playing video games inside, but she and chloe are both outside in the garden. one actually gardening, one pulling tiny wirings from the depths of her latest dismantling of a household appliance.

"okay, hypothetical question." moira says, not looking up as she tugs sharply on a copper wire that is being stubborn. "do we think dad would be furious if i borrowed a pair of his cufflinks? or that he or mum would miss a few fridge magnets?"

huffing to blow her hair from her face, moira finally frees the wire she's working on and sets it neatly on the patio beside her with a triumphant grin. "because i don't want to be waiting on the post for seven years waiting for them to be delivered if i were to order them."

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[unitleada]

❝ Every technology money can possibly afford and you're telling me that no one is able to get a better fix on that-that thing out there! We're right in the heart of London for gods sake! ❞ Hands placed on her hips, casting a nod towards the half a dozen screens mounted to the wall before her. All six displayed a similar image, albeit from different vantage points, the same grainy, CCTV footage of a Cherry Blossom tree peering out at her, smack bang! in the middle of a suburban street.

One could be forgiven for assuming it was some sort of street art, or political demonstration. Under any other circumstances she might've assumed as much....had UNIT not received intel of government lines being tied up left right and centre, tens of eyewitnesses phoning in, swearing that they had seen that tree falling to earth! Barely an hour later and they had mobilised, she and a small elite team in an unmarked van, parked as close to the site as possible, the entire road cautioned off and under armed watch. She wasn't about to go taking chances.Certainly not in such a densely populated area.

Biting down on the inside of her cheek, Kate mulled over her options, knowing very well that there was really only one way to get the best view of this thing.. ——And then, as if it was some preordained sign from above, a distinct whirring sound echoed over the comms. There was no mistaking it. She knew the TARDIS when she heard it.

In the next moment, her UNIT issued firearm was in one hand, the safety switch disengaged. Her other hand reached for the door handle. Osgood's protests rung in deaf ears, "Ma'am I really think we should wait for more intel. How can it even be him, I mean, it isn't usually .... " ❝ a police box, I know. ❞ And yet, how could it be anyone else? ❝ You are all to stay put, awaiting further orders until I have a clear visual, is that understood? ❞

She could sense the concern, but, faithful as ever, a chorus of "yes ma'am!" followed her out of the doors. A brief nod to the soldiers standing guard and they allowed her past, finding herself standing mere inches from the tree now. She could hear it clearly out here, without the static of the comms. If this was the Doctor's TARDIS, then the sound was slightly different to what she remembered. Although she supposed, that could be another factor of the chameleon circuit. Still not a very good disguise, she noted. If it was him. Well. There was only one way to know for sure. Kate took a deep breath, reached out with her free hand, and rapped her knuckles sharply upon the tree's trunk, mindful of how foolish she must look in this moment.

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