time for a check up (open post)

[warmheartedly]

KNOW CLARA?

You may then know, more or less, the incident of her granddaughter getting kidnapped by the vampires. It distressed her but she's fine. Honest to goodness she's fine.

It's normal for her to worry for people she cares for. It's pretty normal for her to think of all the worst case scenarios some of them could find themselves in due to their personalities/their histories/their everything.

It's very normal for her to suddenly check on them one day out of the blue, just appearing next to them without a warning or a heads up.

"Are you okay?"

She's totally calmed down about the incident last month. Really.

DON'T KNOW CLARA?

What do you mean by that?

Now you do as she suddenly phases through the wall and looks directly at you during her search for everyone she knows.

It doesn't matter where you are or what you're doing. It doesn't matter if there are people there or you're supposed to be by yourself. Suddenly you have a woman staring at you in confusion for a second before it registers in her head that no. You're not someone she knows through passing.

"Um. Oops."

[ OOC: Or make your own scenario in your comment! Prose and brackets welcomed! ]

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[livelongenough]

"Clara."

Henry smiles a little. They'd talked a bit since Magra came back. He'd checked her over, given her something to help her sleep, then shooed her off to rest. But, well, the question was a little appropriate since he is clearing out his office. Not that he's accumulated much stuff.

"I'm fine, I promise. It's all okay now."

Well, no, it's not. But it will be. In time.

[warmheartedly]

Really, she had a lot to thank for to the doctor for looking at her granddaughter when they returned to the sancutary of the school and needed someone to check the girl. Clara had nearly driven herself up the wall in anxiety over the girl's injuries but, apparently, she will recover from them.

Thank goodness for that. Now if there was only a way to get her to stop being so anxious over the idea of danger itself now, evident by how she hesitates despite the good doctor's assurances.

"--I mean." She stops, wondering how to say this without coming across as too overbearing. "I don't want to sound annoying but are you sure? Everything is alright on your end?"

Is there anyway she can help him? Anyway at all? Because otherwise she'll just. Keep fretting until something or someone forces her to calm down.

[livelongenough]

"I'm just moving my office to the Outreach area," he replies, his tone light with an attempt at a joke. He knows, though, what it is to worry and fuss over someone. Lord knows he's been there himself too many times. "Not leaving."

The world of London's supernatural was too new, too amazing to leave. Like when he'd begun working real cases with Jo, it spurred a sense in him that he hadn't, in fact, seen and done everything there was. That life did have something new to offer him.

"I won't be around the school as much, though I'll still try to keep an eye on Magra when I'm here."

[warmheartedly]

She calms down a bit to hear that he isn't leaving. Not yet at least judging by what he's telling her but she trusts Dr. Morgan. He had helped her a lot since they first met each other at the party and she likes to think she puts her faith in the right people. He's one of them for sure.

"Thank you for your reassurance, Dr. Morgan. I hope she hasn't been too much trouble." She can be a handful at times. More so if she's with her friends and they egged her on to do some ridiculous things.

Not wanting to be a Bitter Betty, she claps her hands together and nods. Positive, Clara. Be positive. "Right! You are moving so! Is there anything I can do to help you out with this? Anything at all. I'm already here so I might as well give you a hand over something."

[detectiveofthewest]

Heiji jumped and shoved his magazine behind his back, looking around wildly until he spotted Clara. "M-Miss Clara? I'm fine! Totally fine. How's Magra doin'? Probably a bit shook up, eh?"

Yeah, that wasn't suspicious.

[warmheartedly]

Oh my goodness Heiji what are you--

Knowing better than to snoop that much, Clara gives him an apologetic smile for surprising him that much. Whoops. Sorry about that.

"She's bounced back from it by now," she admits. Clara relaxes a little bit when talking about Magra since, well, that is a source of good news. "Doing quiet well, really. She learned lesson from that incident and always sticks by her friends whenever they head out. Which isn't for too long these days since she's still recovering. And you? Are you okay?"

[detectiveofthewest]

He had a super guilty look on his face, all right. The magazine, should Clara happen to catch a glance of it, was opened to an article on Universal Studios Japan. The shame.

"Yeah, well. Kids recover fast. I'm glad she's healin' up, though, she looked a bit banged up when we lifted her from that hotel. I-I'm okay, really! Just a little surprised, is all. Uh... what about you?"

[warmheartedly]

He should be ashamed. Very ashamed. California's will always be the crowning glory of Universal Studios and don't you forget it.

She huffs, still worried but there's lightbulbs are no longer in danger around her. That's quite a plus.

"Well-- I'm opting to stay in the school a bit longer. Actually speak to the dean, see if I can help around." Partly to watch over Magra and partly to watch over the other students. In order to make sure they were safe and sound from dangers. "It's the least I can do if I keep visiting them all the time. I don't want anyone to get hurt if there's something I can do."

If there is anything she can do.

[constantprisoner]

He had meant to visit her, really. It was on his to do list, but between Abigail's party and trying to keep on the down low (someone might have noticed him last week but he'd escaped with minimal notice), he hadn't got around to it. It was becoming something of a habit, avoiding largely populated areas.

Parks seem to be a pretty safe place to take a rest though. No one seems to notice if a scruffy looking guy is taking a rest under a tree. Clara's appearance makes him jump but he recovers quickly. He really needs to keep his guard up more. Just because he's in a familiar city doesn't mean he should be so lax.

"Fine...I'm fine," He says automatically, and indeed, he probably looks better than the last time she saw him. His colour is back and he doesn't look as tired. "How are you?"

[warmheartedly]

Phasing herself out of the tree, because it cut down the time of her getting to Sirius, she moves over to face him properly and takes a good look at him.

Only when she's certain he's doing better does she relax, her smile less tense and more upbeat. "I'm-- I'm a bit of a worrywart this week as you may have just noticed. I wanted to make sure everyone is doing okay. It's been a doozy of a few weeks!"

An understatement. She's heard whispers of a kerfuffle over the witches but she had no clue what is really going on, quite out of touch that section of since her only connection to it is Aradia and, um, Aradia is like her.

[constantprisoner]

One of the benefits of growing up a shapeshifter is that Sirius really isn't phased by ghosts all that much.

"Oh yeah, what happened?"

Now he's curious. "But you don't have to worry about me, by the way. I'm getting by."

[warmheartedly]

"Vampires for one thing," she says, her tone a bit rueful and almost unhappy. Unusual for the usually peppy spirit. "They were causing quite a mess and had to be, um, stopped forcefully. I'm glad you didn't get bothered by them. They were just awful."

For a lot of reasons but clearly it happens to be personal for Clara. "I'm glad you're getting by. No one is haunting you down over a shirt or anything like that?"

[whatmatters]

The hunter is minding her own business in the library when the woman phases through the rows of books to stare at her. Ringer gives a start, one hand immediately going for her gun while the other snaps the book she was reading closed. She stops short with the words, freezing halfway to actually doing anything, and stares. She's heard of ghosts before, but this is the first one she's actually seen or encountered at all.

"Hello?" She asks awkwardly, keeping her voice low to prevent any offense - or strange looks - from other library patrons.

[warmheartedly]

Whoops! She rather not get shot, thank you! Clara phases back into the bookshelves to deter the possibility of a shooting happening here. It'll be quite rude to the others who were here to relax or to study after all. Plus it'll get the poor person she surprised into a lot of trouble and she didn't want that to happen over a misunderstanding.

While she hides in the shelves, wondering if she should just up and leave, Clara hears the young woman call her out.

After a moment to think it over, she thinks well, she didn't automatically shoot her. That's a good sign.

When she's sure she won't get shot anymore, she pokes her head out of a collection of math books and flashes a nervous but sweet smile. "Hello to you too, miss? I didn't meant to frighten you like that. Honest. I thought you were a friend."

[whatmatters]

Ringer drops her hand from her gun, fairly convinced it wouldn't do much good anyway, and watches the shelves for any sign of the ghost. When the woman reappears, she blinks and stares. It's a strange thing to see a person phase through solid material. It's possible she's an odd meta human instead, but a ghost seems more likely. Ringer's surprised how polite the woman seems.

"Do you haunt this library?" She feels silly even asking the question. Without knowing much about them, she figures the best thing she can do is ask. "I haven't seen you before."

[warmheartedly]

Thank goodness. Even if she can't be hurt by a conventional gun, the sight of one being pointed at her is still rather frightening.

"The library?" Clara blinks and she looks around. As if to confirm that this is where the young lady meant. Her? Haunt this place? "No! Not at all, miss. I'm just here looking for a friend of mine. Seems like I'm in the wrong library though. That's what I get for not looking at the street signs more thoroughly."

So she's an old ghost then. She's been around long enough to leave her first haunting grounds to see more of the world. "I hope I didn't interrupt your studies, miss. I'm sorry for spooking you like that a second ago."

[entitles]

Well, it was a good thing he wasn't hungry right now, although eating a ghost was rarely worth the trouble of catching one. Better to just have a healthy supply of humans pledging their souls to you after death.

"My, my. What do we have here?" he said, tilting his head to the side.

In his current garb he could pass for human, but the fact that the situation didn't startle him at all along with the strange aura he had about him betrayed him for something else.

[warmheartedly]

She really needs to look more carefully next time she does this sort of thing. She's been bumping more into strangers than into her friends and only luck has had her safe from getting caught or eaten or both at this rate.

Noticing that he hasn't reacted that badly to her appearance and the fact there's something about him, she decides to not just apologise and leave. Maybe he would like a little chat...?

"Hello! I'm Clara." No. No full name given just yet. She knows better after an attempt to exorcise her months back after the person got her entire name. "I'm sorry. I hope I'm not bothering you at the moment, sir."

[entitles]

"Call me Cephei," he said, and the false name along with the rather ominous way he licked his teeth like a hungry wolf should be enough to betray him as fae, "And no, not at all, incorporeal visitors are always a treat."

Just because he wasn't intending on eating her didn't mean he couldn't play around a bit.

I'm going to go with doesn't know but is maybe familiar with because Elsa works at Redbright?

[iceolationqueen]

Elsa had been grading some papers in her cave of an office when she was suddenly alerted to a presence by the sound of a somewhat familiar voice. She hadn't been expecting to hear it in the vicinity of her left ear though and she jumps, dropping her pen and putting a hand over her heart.

"Oh! Uh... Hi."

Sure!

[warmheartedly]

"Hello!" Clara says cheerfully as she waves a happy wave, needing a second to realise she may have spooked her a bit with her surprise visit. Then remorse becomes evident in her features, cheeks turning red from embarrassment though she had no blood in her cheeks in the first place. "I'm sorry! I hope I'm not interrupting you at the moment, miss."

She notices the papers and worries, for a second, she may have picked a wrong time to do this. "I-- Just wanted to say hello and see how you were doing. We've met in the past."

[iceolationqueen]

"No, no, you're fine." Elsa was startled, but honestly she loves the interruption. These papers are both boring and relatively badly written so any distraction is welcomed. Procrastination, thy name is grad student. "Right, yes.. your name is Clara, right?"

Option B!

[knightscode]

Lancelot startles as someone phases through beside him, and for a moment he just sits staring at her.

Then, slowly, he begins to set his coffee cup down and hold up his hands in surrender. Ever since he saw that... thing, that fairy, that green light things appear to have been getting stranger. He supposes he shouldn't be surprised that now he is seeing a... ghost? Spirit? Is that the right term? Something else?

"... Hello?" he begins, cautiously. Can ghosts talk? Can they understand people? He's seen a lot of ghost films, to be sure, but that doesn't mean anything in them is at all accurate. She might start thinking he's someone she knew when she was alive and try to strangle him, or she might be perfectly nice and simply a little lost and confused.

[warmheartedly]

"Rob-- Oh. You're not him."

Whoops!

Looks like she made another mistake again. She's surprised she hasn't gotten a face full of salt with the rate she's going at it today.

Smiling at the poor man, she waves and hopes she confirms her status of being a friendly ghost. She's just as bemused as him right now. "Hello! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you like that. I've been running around all day, looking for my friends."

Which is working out, more or less? She's found most of them but there are a few more she wants to check up on.

[knightscode]

"Ah," Lancelot says, and he looks around slowly. Somewhat in the manner of someone trying to work out if anyone else is seeing this. Is anyone else seeing this? Well, there's nobody else around in the coffee shop at the moment. He isn't sure if that's a blessing or not.

"Well," he carries on, determined to rally. Who is he, after all, to judge a ghost based on... well, media? "Perhaps I might have... seen them?"

Are her friends ghosts too? Do ghosts have ghost friends? Human friends? Fairy friends?