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"So, it looks like we're stuck here for the time being. I'll be in my TARDIS if anybody needs me."

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"Of course you haven't. And she is important to me, she just has a habit of wandering off. What? No way. Peter Pan isn't real. He's just a story."

"Why does it matter how old I am? Clara Oswald? Never heard of her. But she must not be very important to you if you lost her. Well, yes I was because I am Peter Pan.” 

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he’s your dad. your space dad.

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glxriousamy:

“—— Fiction, Pennsylvania? What the hell is this place..?”

"Exactly! Finally someone who's asking the right questions! Hello Amelia."

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summersbxffy:

Uh-oh. I guess I shouldn’t have touched that.

"There was a reason why I told you not to. Keep your hands to yourself."

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trust-me-ima-doctor:

"Where am I? What year is it? —The tardis messed up, the Tardis never messes up!"

"2014. Fiction, Pennsylvania. The TARDIS always messes up. You'll get used to it."

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"Shouting isn't going to help, you'll wake up the whole neighborhood."

"B-Boyd?! Where are you?!"

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oneimpossiblegirl:

The feisty brunette had only been there a few days, but still new nothing more than she had on the first day; a disappointment that annoyed her more than anything. When she awoke in the forest, when the tightening of her throat at the terrifying thought of being lost left her unable to take proper breaths. She was cautiously (this would be something she would deny) taking back her steps, only glancing around the border of the forest to look for hints, a little traumatized from the last time she stepped foot in it when she felt it almost as soon as she heard it.

“Doctor!" She spun on her heel, brown doe eyes meeting the sight of the oh so familiar frail, thin man, lines covering his face which eyebrows darkened. But what was he doing here? It didn’t make sense. None of this did, but especially this. Ignoring his question, she pressed hers, mirroring the shocked tone of his own as her facial expression followed in suit, “Why are you here?”

Some had accepted them being there, seemed to enjoy it far better than the life that they had before. But the Doctor wouldn't accept it. He couldn't stay here trapped in one place with no answers and no TARDIS working to get him out. Of course he'd checked her maps and tried to get himself out of there and it hadn't worked. She'd shut down on him every time he tried. It was like something was overiding the system and he hated it. A trapped Doctor was not a good Doctor to have in a town.

He was relieved and not relieved to find Clara here. Whoever was involved was bringing in whoever they wanted, or more particular, people who knew each other. So it seemed anyway. Blue grey eyes met those familiar brown ones, he could see fear in them. How long had she been trapped in this woods on her own? "I don't know!" He said, hands going up in the air. If he knew the answer to that question he would be out of there. "I'm as clueless as you, as the rest of this bloody town. No one has been able to give me any answers about this place."

we meet again | clara oswald

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[I was given some new antibiotic and I'm feeling much better so I'm off of my hiatus now. Yay! If anyone wants to plot just let me know.]

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we meet again | clara oswald

oneimpossiblegirl

Brown hair, short, he knew that figure from behind just as well as from the front. The Doctor didn't understand why Clara would be here? How did all of these people get here? Why was he here? Walking up to her, the time lord tapped her on the shoulder and asked, "Clara? What are you doing here?

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"Like it all you want, but this place has wrong written all over it."

"What do you mean? I kind of like it here…"

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kingxpan:

"Yeah. But also your eyes. They look older than you are. Hm, are you sure? As I said you’re old. Then what’s her name? This companion of yours? But then again, I think no one is actually from this town. I’m from Neverland." 

"Everybody says that. I could say that same for you too. How old are you? And her name is Clara. Clara Oswald. It does seem like that. Neverland, really? What's next? You're going to tell me that you're Peter Pan, aren't you?"

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;I'm back and feeling a bit better than I was before. I'll get caught up on replies. Also, if anyone wants to para, just message me and we'll discuss what we'll be doing.

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notempe:

I see nothing wrong with the circumstance we’re in - from what I’ve discovered, there’s very little to be worried about. However, I am beginning to become concerned about my schooling..

"There's plenty to worry about. Aren't you worried about getting back home with your family? Are you trying to tell me there's not a school here? Blimey, this is worse than I thought. Lucky for you I know a few people who could make good teachers. I'll talk to someone about creating a school here."

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;Sick mun has been sick today so I apologize for lack of replies. I'm starting to feel a little bit better now though so I'll work on doing replies.

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   "So what do you all do then? Do you just keep going on as normal? That's boring. We should be finding a way out of here."