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What do American possums eat?
[ and because the Doctor KNOWS this is a dubious question, he follows that up with another question less than a minute after ]
Also, I don't think you've met the shop cat. His name's Bitey. Here he is.
[ Bitey has seen better days. ]
[ and because the Doctor KNOWS this is a dubious question, he follows that up with another question less than a minute after ]
Also, I don't think you've met the shop cat. His name's Bitey. Here he is.
[ Bitey has seen better days. ]
That's not a good answer, this is a friend's possum, I can't bring him garbage.
[ DO NOT WORRY CLARA, this is all Saint Walker's fault and all Saint Walker's possum.
But yes. Cat. ]
I can see why humans are cat people now. All I want to do is scratch his ears.
[ DO NOT WORRY CLARA, this is all Saint Walker's fault and all Saint Walker's possum.
But yes. Cat. ]
I can see why humans are cat people now. All I want to do is scratch his ears.
[ The Eleventh Doctor knew he was living on borrowed time here. He knew it from the reactions of others, he knew it from Sabriel's post, he knew it from Eobard talking about timelines. And he knew that eventually, things were going to be fixed, he'd puff out and Clara's other Doctor, the scary one with the eyebrows, the Doctor he should have been will pop right back in, leaving this Doctor to pop on back to his timeline...where he's dead.
It's not all that fair, of course. But time's wibbly wobbly and if he brought back Gallifrey in one universe, it's good enough for him. Still, it wasn't really nice of him to just pop out after meeting Clara again. He couldn't do that, it would be cruel, and he simply couldn't be cruel to Clara, bright-eyed Clara who he took on adventures then ended up fragmenting herself throughout time for him. So, he put together a little care package, wrapped up in a box, one that he left a note for the Twelfth Doctor saying, in bright red letters, 'Give to Clara! Don't peek!'
The Twelfth Doctor really couldn't bring himself to peek. After all, it's the least he could do for that Doctor. So, he leaves the package on Clara's doorstep, rings the doorbell, then simply leaves before she or someone else comes to the door. The package is a plain box just addressed to Clara. When Clara opens it, she'll find that there are two things inside. One, a bright red fez. Really, that right there ought to tell her who the package is from. But there's also a handwritten note, in handwriting that's distinctly the Eleventh Doctor's. ]
Run you clever girl. And be impossible.
It's not all that fair, of course. But time's wibbly wobbly and if he brought back Gallifrey in one universe, it's good enough for him. Still, it wasn't really nice of him to just pop out after meeting Clara again. He couldn't do that, it would be cruel, and he simply couldn't be cruel to Clara, bright-eyed Clara who he took on adventures then ended up fragmenting herself throughout time for him. So, he put together a little care package, wrapped up in a box, one that he left a note for the Twelfth Doctor saying, in bright red letters, 'Give to Clara! Don't peek!'
The Twelfth Doctor really couldn't bring himself to peek. After all, it's the least he could do for that Doctor. So, he leaves the package on Clara's doorstep, rings the doorbell, then simply leaves before she or someone else comes to the door. The package is a plain box just addressed to Clara. When Clara opens it, she'll find that there are two things inside. One, a bright red fez. Really, that right there ought to tell her who the package is from. But there's also a handwritten note, in handwriting that's distinctly the Eleventh Doctor's. ]
Run you clever girl. And be impossible.
[Clara puts the note in her wallet, sets the fez in the middle of her bookshelf, and then has a good cry on her bed. They may be the same man, but part of her feels like she's said goodbye to one of her best friends, for the second and last time. For as many centuries as she lives, she'll never forget his smile, not for a single second.]
( and on the Seventh Day Sarissa almost texted Clara to apologise for accusing her of Ambiguous Violent Crimes...
And then frowned and decided no, Clara should apologise to her. Small tyrant. )
And then frowned and decided no, Clara should apologise to her. Small tyrant. )
[ God, Sarah really, really does not want to do this, but she also doesn't want this to be a Delphine situation, where she and Cosima's girlfriend just silently (or not so silently, on Sarah's part) resent each other. So. She calls. ]
Hey. It's Sarah... Cosima's sister... [ As if Clara's likely to forget that anytime soon. ]
Hey. It's Sarah... Cosima's sister... [ As if Clara's likely to forget that anytime soon. ]
Well, I thought I should, since I don't think Sarissa's ever gonna.
That's what happens when someone comes to your house with a gun, yeah?
Oh. I'm sorry.
[ She hesitates. ]
My—I don't know what he was, back home. He died, too. And my boyfriend here recently ported out, and he's... I don't know. If someone showed up accusing me of doing something to him I probably wouldn't have handled it as well as you did.
[ She hesitates. ]
My—I don't know what he was, back home. He died, too. And my boyfriend here recently ported out, and he's... I don't know. If someone showed up accusing me of doing something to him I probably wouldn't have handled it as well as you did.
No one got punched. Seems like you handled it alright.
No problem.
[ She pauses again, and sighs quietly. ]
I hope you're not gonna hold it against Sarissa too much.
[ She pauses again, and sighs quietly. ]
I hope you're not gonna hold it against Sarissa too much.
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