#CHLOEVLINDER

[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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[lookedinfinite]

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"not that your dress style isn't incredible, because truly, it is."  words are gently hummed, hands smoothing floral dress despite it fitting perfectly. they rarely get to spend real time together - maeve's phd eating away at her time, chloe busy with the starts of her own life. yet, when they're in the same town, or same apartment… 

it's just nice to have her sister for a little while, to feel like a normal finally-adult.

"I don't know." she's never seen herself as the naturally pretty type, not like chloe. unsure and quiet in her skin, her smarts her one constant. how had mary put it when she was little? if anyone would ever be capable of wishing themselves invisible, it would surely be maeve. "you're sure looks okay on me?"

[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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[strtravels]

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

[earthdcfended]

He doesn't want to see her. Seeing her would just hammer home what he did, and he doesn't want to think of her as the nuclear option whenever he lays eyes on her. Since their rescue, it's been the only thing he could think of when he thought of her - lying there, unmoving and unresponsive. The perfectly preserved corpse.

She's not a corpse, though. Chloe Smith is very much alive. Howie tries to swallow that pang of guilt and forces a smile. "You look better. How are you doing?"

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[dvarapala]

@chloevlinder stepped through the door

"i actually didn't manage to get to the holi phagwa celebrations this year: i was still in school, the weather sucked and amma was sick. i hope i can make it next year. it's always super fun. have you ever been to one?"

[yes7erdays-archive]

❛⠀ do i got somethin' on my nose? i swear, if those kids did something again, i'm going to —⠀ ❜ ⠀ threat dies on her lips as she trails off, going cross-eyed to inspect her face. no cybernetic dog-whiskers, just her own cute, little blurry button nose. ⠀ ❛⠀ do i? ⠀ ❜ ⠀ oswin repeats, lifting her gaze.

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[mattellaneous]

@chloevlinder asked ❛   i felt your absence.  ❜  

Ask Josh how long he spent in that Silurian cave, and he wouldn't be able to answer. It felt like mere hours yet also like centuries had passed in the blink of an eye. He could still feel the venom coursing in his veins, not enough to kill him but enough to keep him scared and paralysed. At least, until they decided that their warriors needed a lesson in how to hunt an enhanced human.

It stinks of plastic but do not let that stop you. It bleeds just the same.

The thought of one day returning to Chloe and Poppy managed to get him through all but the worst of it. The worst of it. Jesus, even a fleeting thought was enough to make Josh flinch, jump at his own shadow.

Lash out.

He'd lashed out at the rescue team, viciously attacked Clara (he thinks it was Clara, he isn't sure. He isn't sure of most things nowadays) for the horrendous crime of getting too close to him and Laurencia. Exhausted, tortured relentlessly for weeks and covered in grime and blood, his first instinct was still to protect.

He feels Chloe's tender hands on his shoulders and tenses up. How long had it been for her? How long had he left her own? How long before she would be in harm's way because he cannot tell the difference between the dark of his bedroom and the dark of cave?

"Please." His voice small, quiet. His body hunched over as if he did not want Chloe to see the fear in his eyes. "I-I can't stay. Please don't make me stay."

[leschanceux]

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"Remind me again why we're doing this?" It'll only be the thirtieth time in under an hour; Gordy has been listening, just... not fully absorbing, apparently. "It's not even Christmas yet." Sure, they could all use a bit of cheering up, maybe - but it's way too early to start doing Christmassy things, isn't it?

[mvndrvke]

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"You gotta' find someone who knows what the fuck they're talking about, 'cause I do not."

[ladyatlas]

“You would think that, with all this new technology, it would end up being less – PAPERWORK in the end. And yet, here we are again. Files everywhere.” | @chloevlinder LIKED.

[lookedinfinite]

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if their roles were reversed, maeve knows she'd be three times the worrier chloe is being. which, by itself, is already an incredible achievement. her sister means well: maeve knows that, and she doesn't hold it against other for a second. anniversary of her shooting is hard on both of them for different reasons - chloe left to process so much grief that guilt feels like acid in scientist's stomach. "if you bake anymore, you're going to run out of space." it's a soft tease laced with gentle worry of her own, entering other's kitchen with a glance over disturbingly covered counters. "are you doing a bake sale I didn't hear about?"

[nursc]

❛⠀ must've read you wrong. you seemed the sort to appreciate the whole 'it is better to ask forgiveness then to ask for permission', ⠀ ❜ ⠀ christine says, raising both hands in front of her chest, the universal sign of please don't kill the messenger. ⠀ ❛⠀ you know us starfleet — well, you don't, actually. but, uh, we just wanted to help. ⠀ ❜ ⠀

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[strtravels]

RAISED BROWS AT HER WORDS – sounding familiar to him, and he knew he had heard them before. Hadn’t they had this whole conversation at some point already? Only that then she had sent him alone to the neighbouring kingdom. Now he wasn’t alone; standing next to her, while her luggage was packed onto the carriage, so that their journey could begin. It wouldn’t take too long, but – perhaps that was also what made him feel so nervous, when everything else he simply couldn’t admit. Not just that it wasn’t proper, appropriate or – true even!

He sighed and shook his head softly, while his brows were lowered again. He was aware that he would lose this argument, just as he had done last time. No point in fighting. However, that didn’t mean he could leave this without a comment made. “ – you’ve always been stubborn, though I remember at least one of your tutors preferring the term STRONG-WILLED…” | @chloevlinder

[yes7erdays-a1]

❛⠀⠀just so you know,⠀ ❜⠀ there is a certain sauciness to her tone. a playful dancing quality to it as she blinks up at chloe, the threat so perfectly infused with humor, that clara somehow masks the honesty of her words. there will come a day when she won't be so affected. when the sight of chloe will be more manageable, and she'll finally be able to put together the discordant pieces she's been able to collect so far. not tonight, though. the fall night is too pretty to waste on silly things like the truth.

⠀ ❛⠀⠀i'm finally going to grow some immunity to that charm of yours, and i'll get a straight answer out of you. i'm not going to keep letting you escape so easily, miss smith.⠀ ❜

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[mattellaneous]

@chloevlinder asked: ❝ I'm from another dimension. ❞

"Right." Silence falls between them as Josh crosses his arms and looks down at his feet. That explains... a lot. He lets out a deep sigh. Somehow this isn't even the weirdest reveal a person he's been into made to him, that honour going to the woman who revealed herself to be an alien and then promptly kidnapped him.

"So... what is an explanation I can give to my mum about the banana thing?"