#;50's ɗiɳɛr ( AU. )✧

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✧･ﾟ:* other other doctor con. from here *:･ﾟ✧

She remembers him from the day with three Doctors too many, all bouncing energy like her floppy hair version. Except with the hair less floppy and more uppy. And she’s currently TERRIFIED for him. Her Tardis doesn’t give her much by way of BAD SIGNS, but it screeched and carried on until she released the brakes -- and it was off, sending her careening into the floor. 

Here she is, on some RANDOM planet, in some RANDOM galaxy where the Doctor is in need of help.  ╭She can count on one hand the times he’s NEEDED help ╮Her petite frame is curled at his side, shifting his head onto her discarded sweater. 

❝ ---- Doctor? I’m... um, I’m Clara - you met me once, but I don’t think that’s happened for you yet so uh, ❞ Bourbon gaze is flickering over the length of him trying to assess any possible damage, her hands tremble with worry. Delicate fingers finding a wrinkle in the arm of his suit and take to flattening it to busy herself.  ❝ For now, I’m - I’m a friend. ❞

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✧･ﾟ:* Not Missy liked this thing-y * :･ﾟ✧

Her Tardis was being a right cow, stubbornly refusing to leave the planet she was currently on. And she really didn’t know what planet that was actually. Boot clad feet brave the outside world and find - Earth? Her brow furrows, turning in a complete circle and finding herself in a junk heap. A crumpled poster beneath her foot reads  ❛ VOTE SAXON ☒ ❜  and it tickles the back of her mind as something vaguely familiar. 

Bourbon gaze studies the mounds of dirt around her and find HIM. The Doctor, the one from the day of three Doctors too many. All sticky upp-y hair and nice smiles and - oh no, she shouldn’t be here. It’s too cluttered and too not her time period. She turns back to her Tardis and finds a man leaning against the door, she starts at the sight of him. He’s average enough, blond, his features very ❛ cat got the canary. ❜ Bourbon hues finds his and she’s suddenly hit with realization - those eyes. She KNOWS those eyes. 

❝ —- Hello, um, I’m Clara. Clara Oswald. And If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to get back into my diner. ❞ Delicate hands tremble at her sides, hidden as she shoves them into her hoodie pockets. 

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✧･ﾟ:* rosie posie ♡’d  this thingy *:･ﾟ✧ 

She stares, she KNOWS she’s staring - can’t help it really because that’s her. The Rose Tyler, dimension jumping, ALIEN gun toting - Rose Tyler. She’s beyond impressed and is skirting along GOBSMACKED. She extends a delicate hand, a dazzling smile alighting on her pretty features. 

❝ —— You’re her, aren’t you? The Rose Tyler - his Rose Tyler, ❞ she shakes her head softly, clamoring out of her star dazzled stupor. 

❝ Sorry, big fan! I’m his Clara, ❞ she smiles with something akin to a shrug. 

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✧･ﾟ:* scary bloke ♡’d this thingy *:･ﾟ✧

She knows for a FACT her Tardis ended up where it shouldn’t be, that was explained by the storming of the diner and endless tinny shouts from what looked like at least thirty white armored soldiers. She’s ushered with raised hands through the monochrome steel interior of the second biggest ship she’s ever set foot on.  ╭ the first being the Tardis  ╮

So she’s shoved into the tiniest room and left to stew on half cocked escape plans. Until the door slides open and a man, at least she thinks it is, comes in in what looks like the most terrifying party mask she’s ever seen.  

 ❝ ----- Um, hello... I’m Clara. Clara Oswald. ❞ Her head tilts, hands shaking slightly in her pockets.  ❝ My ship just made a tiny, little mistake - and if you just let me go, I’ll be right on my way out.  ❞

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✧･ﾟ:* past past doctor con. from here *:･ﾟ✧

There’s a soft smile alight on her features, delicate fingers still hovering over the steaming plate. She doesn’t quite know how ANYONE can stand a chip from her plate, they’re all drowning in vinegar - but nevertheless. She waves her hand over the plate in offering, her feature shining in amusement. 

❝ ---- Well, go on then, let’s see if you can handle it, ❞ bourbon gaze sparkles with a teasing challenge. She enjoys this Doctor, all northern-y and ears. The Ears, the Eyebrows, the Chin - could be a kid’s cartoon.

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✧･ﾟ:* Prof. Song ♡’d  this thingy *:･ﾟ✧

She’s heard of River Song, of course, when you run with the Doctor there’s always River Song not far behind. But meeting her was a different story altogether, and she was kind of OVERWHELMED. Her pretty lips part as if to say something, but part of her kinda thinks that River might know who she is. Or she might not.  

 ❝ ----- Hi, I’m Clara. Clara Oswald. ❞ Delicate hand extends in her direction, head atilt.                 ❝ Do you... Do you know who I am? ❞  

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✧･ﾟ:* John Smith ♡’d  this thingy *:･ﾟ✧

She’s popping in and out of places she shouldn’t --- and she knows it. But really? How can one resist? Her petite frame is parked against the bookshop wall, watching him with a fond smile. She’s got his novel in her hand, it’s him, it is. The real doctor, not some alternate copy. All his adventures laid out in paper and ink, even the bow-tied ones she went on too. She garners her courage, and finally taps him lightly on the shoulder.

❝ ------ John Smith, right?  ❞  Her hand extends delicately, a soft smile curling her pretty lips.       ❝ I’m Clara -  ❞  she realizes now that she should’ve given a fake name, but the damage is done now.  ❝ Clara Oswald, huge fan! ❞

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✧･ﾟ:* @raptorraised​ con. from here *:･ﾟ✧

He’s going through this spiel as though he’s done it a million and a half times before, and she can tell then that he’s telling the truth. She doesn’t QUITE know where her Tardis took her, alternate universe maybe? Well, none of that really matters now because there are DINOSAURS apparently and what kind of Clara would she be if she didn’t go and have a look?   A decidedly not Clara-y Clara that’s what.  

 ❝ — Like real dinosaurs? All teeth and scales and sorry, I know I’m repeating myself, but dinosaurs! How do you care for them? Are they free range like in a bubble- or like chickens?  ❞ She pauses at his expression, giving a soft, twinkling laugh.  ❝ Sorry, I babble when I’m excited, or curious... or sort of always. So, would you take me to see them? The dinosaurs? ❞ 

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“ shut up ”

✧･ﾟ:* TWO WORDS *:･ﾟ✧

Her mouth slackens and gapes open, and she knows the fact that she probably looks like a great, big FISH doesn’t help her case. Her pretty lips shut and do that pursing thing that Missy adores picking at, a delicate hand finding her hip. 

❝ —– Look just cause you’re all big EVIL Timelord doesn’t mean you can tell me what to do!❞ Her hand waves through the air like she’s proving some amazingly AWESOME point. It dawns on her that Missy may be doing this for her SAFETY since she’s supposedly nicer now, but still - Get to the point, Oswald!

❝ I’m not a trained house cat!❞