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time for a check up (open post)

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."

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It's all new and important information. The girl nonchalantly switches her phone from the closer ear to the farther, not wanting to lose one of the few good pieces of tech that she owns. Especially given that the woman seems like she might be sensitive at times. Ringer glances sideways for a brief second at the last response, nearly jumping on its end in reply. "Their anchor?"

"Goodness! That sounds, hmm, quite final," she observes, looking a bit troubled at the idea of what's going to happen to the doctor now that he's been exposed but she doesn't say anything on it.

Why should she?

Long as the patients are safe from whatever is going on in the clinic and long as no one is exposed by the man's actions, she really can't complain about it. Right? Right. "Before I forget: I want to thank you again, Dr. Morgan. If you haven't stepped in who knows what might have happened a week or even a month from now if he kept this up."

"And I should thank you, Missus Seville, for bringing it to my attention." He can't help but smile just a little. It's wrong to, and he knows it, but it... He felt useful again. Like he was doing what he was supposed to be doing.

"Things..." He shakes his head. It's hard to predict how things might have gone, but he knows this much. "Things would have gotten far worse if someone hadn't paid attention when you did."

"I'd appreciate that, really."

While he wasn't quite expecting torches and pitchforks, things had seemed pretty quiet. Or maybe he was that good at hiding. Sirius would like to believe the latter, but considering his luck it probably wouldn't last.

"And you don't have to worry. I've managed to find a few places to hide out, and getting food hasn't been too difficult."

There are people out there willing to feed a starving dog after all.

She doesn't mind at all judging by the fact she keeps her cheery demeanour.

Keeping her hands to herself, because she did touch it without asking for permission and that was a poor lapse in her manners, she smiles at Elsa and nods. "I can! All ghosts can if they try hard enough. It gets easier when you train yourself."

Having been around for a better part of a decade, she didn't have much to do besides that and bothering people.

How to explain an anchor? It's a tricky subject for her to explain to this day since she didn't have a lot of clue what it did technically.

She should still try.

"Basically? It's a relationship with someone still alive, someone you know and care about. A connection if you will." That sounds like a good way to start it. She hopes that's a good way to start it. "The anchor just helps remind you that you were once alive like them, that you're still cared for since they remember the times you laughed and breathed and did silly things that meant a lot to them. Helps keep us ghosts grounded."

Which is really important since an unanchored ghost can be an unpredictable ghost at times. Not in a good way too.

He smiles at her as she tugs out the chair, enough to sit down, although he can't keep the curiosity from his expression. Lancelot picks up his coffee for something to do with his hands, to keep himself from staring as she settles, and takes a sip as thinks.

"Forgive me if this is a foolish question," he begins, cautious. "But... can everyone see you?"

Is it, he wonders, something similar to why he could see the mark Pel carried that let her close the gate? The fae that came through?

"I was just worried for the poor student is all." The one who brought it into her attention in the first place thanks to her overhearing their frantic words one afternoon. "Are they... Are they okay? The student? Do they go there at all?"

Clara tries to keep her anxiety in control, feeling it flare up and the lights outside the office could be heard from where they were. She's happy that everything is going to be okay but now that one thought sticks to her head now: The student. Will they be fine now? What happened to them?

The assurances has her assuaged, almost. It's good to hear that he's doing well for himself since the last time they met each other. Not that it doesn't stop her anxieties from creeping in, bit by bit

"Are you--" Clara has to rein in her emotions, knowing there's a fine line of being a concerned party and being a worrywart since only one of those two is actually useful in a situation. Breathe, Clara, breathe. "... Okay. I trust you on that. Just keep remembering that Coffeers' Shop is always open to you if you need a quick place to duck in."

While the original goal of the shop is to be a trendy place, the strange level of activities thanks to her had brought in... interesting parties over the years. At this point someone like Sirius can walk right through the door and not get too much attention on a busy afternoon.

"I wish there's a way to help..." She falls quiet, trying to think of something, and remembers something. "Oh! I have it!"

The question is expected and something she's answered before, actually.

"Oh no! Not everybody. Only people who are... like me but aren't?" How to explain this? She still finds it difficult at times no matter how many times she's had to address it. "I know it might sound a bit strange but there are others out there. Others like me, like ghosts, or something else like... witches and werewolves if you can believe me. Most of the time, they're the ones who can see me."

She knows humans can often see her now and then but that's rare and makes that clear enough. "While normal people can see me it's a bit like a blue moon: Rare. Does that make sense?"

"The student is fine. It was his mother who went to the clinic." As for whether or not everything's okay... That all depends on things he can't be sure of yet. How long vampire blood stays in the human system. What happens if it does work its way out. What happens if it doesn't. None of those will let a doctor even slightly worth his stuff make promises.

"Oh. The poor dear." She can't help but feel sympathy for the student and his mother then, knowing how stressful it can be to worry about someone's health when so young. Having experienced that herself thanks to her poor health getting the best of her during her lifetime.

"Would it be alright if I checked in on him and his parent now and then, Dr. Morgan?" Much as she wants to visit, she doesn't want to be presumptuous and just go there without clearing it first."I hope I can. I guess since I'm sending the message it's all over and visiting them won't affect anything anymore."

Right?

"Please do."

A pause. Because, ah, yes. There is something else to be said. Something he's only recently decided.

"You're also more than welcome to come to that clinic and check up on things. I won't always have hours myself, but I'd love to know it was running smoothly in my absence."

He's not smug about having everything set up to take over the practice once the good doctor is out of the way.

"The clinic?" It takes her a second to realise what he means by that.

Oh! Right. Where that doctor, for the lack of a better word to describe the conman, worked his scams until now. The clinic would still be running even after what's happened. Would it be only for a little while or indefinitely? It's hard to say and she doesn't want to make a fuss.

She would like to check in on the clinic and see how the others who work there or go there are. At the end of the day, they were all innocents in this. "I would be happy to, Dr. Morgan. Everyone needs a little bit help these days so I'll do my best."

"It makes perfect sense," he allows, and Lancelot smiles a little once more. "I have already had several... unusual experiences the past month or so. I do not think I am... normal, as you put it, although it seems... a strange thing to say. I have always thought myself one of the most normal people around, compared to others. I suppose we all like to think ourselves normal, and everyone else the strange ones. I am not so sure what we would define as normal any longer, in truth, if there is even such a thing."

Sirius nods. He's checked out the shop a few times but never really gone in. After all, he wants to keep a low profile and doesn't want to upset anyone. It's hard to stay on the straight and narrow when you still need to prove yourself innocent.

"What? You've already done lots," Sirius says. Stealing the shirt and promising to keep an eye out for news were pretty good as far as Sirius was concerned.

"Thank you. Everything should run smoothly once he's no longer in control of the clinic."

Should. But there was no promise that everything would work perfectly. Still, she wanted to help, and it might be useful to have someone checking in while he wasn't there.

It wouldn't hurt, definitely, and shouldn't interfere with anything else she was doing.

What he says makes sense to her, when she dwells on it after the initial feeling of relief to know he has a clue what's going on so things aren't as awkward. What is normal in the wake of finding out you weren't what you seem? Can anything be defined as such after you find out there's more than meet the eye?

The moment she found herself floating over her real body, cooling and still, she realised that she wasn't an ordinary lady herself so.

"Well then! There are a few options then if you think you're a bit more different than others." Which he could be given what he's told her, these events of his that happened prior to their meeting. "There are, like I said, werewolves and witches and vampires and then some! It's a lot so maybe I can help you a bit. Is there anything in particular you'll like to know?"

She's a big believer of always trying to help others again and again, more and more. It's what she can do after all so why not do it?

"I can also help by giving a message to anyone at anywhere too! I've been around long enough to know the city like the back of my hand. Most of the time." Plus no one would find it suspicious to see a ghost here or there if they spot her. They always assume she's haunting that spot or something among those lines. "Er-- If they can notice me as well, of course."

Is there anything he'd like to know? Lancelot lets out a huff of amusement at that, takes a sip of his coffee before sinking back in his chair -- lips curving in wry amusement.

"So much," he admits, "I..." His eyes flick around the coffee house a moment, cautious, before he drops them to his drink and tilts his head. "For most of my life years of my memories have been...lost, blank. Recently they began to... come back, slowly. Everything locked away was... things like this."

He gestures between them, offers a wincing smile.

"Thinks to do with... other realms, I suppose. It's... a little... disorientating, and... out of date, I imagine."

"Okay. I'll check on the patients, the staff… Is there anyone in particular I should keep an eye on in regards to his employees?" She can't help but look a little suspicious when she speaks of them.

It's hard for her to believe they're innocents in this but her snooping there, quick and fleeting as it may have been, seems to point to it. "I'm so sorry if I seem so full of questions today, Dr. Morgan! It's just been a doozy of a few months is all. never hurts to be careful?"

Knowledge is power as the saying goes. Or that's what Tonyo told her in the past.

Ringer pushes her way out the door, allowing it to linger open behind her for an extra couple seconds. It's enough time for Clara to follow if she chooses. Ghosts might be able to phase without thinking about it, but that's no reason to be rude. She turns to begin heading towards the old bookstore nearby, keeping a casual pace with her phone at her ear.

"Do you have a good relationship with yours?" It's a personal question. Ringer knows that without even fully understanding what an anchor is. But she's hoping it won't be too rude to ask and that the woman might even answer.

"That could actually help me out a lot," Sirius replies, considering his options. It might be easier than trying to contact them himself, which would raise a lot of suspicion. Not that he had anyone to contact at the moment. He had no idea who of his old friends were in still the city (and was torn between whether or not he could trust them, not to mention if his sudden reappearance might cause trouble for them. It hurts to think of his friends in that light).

"I don't know if I have any messages for right now, but how can I contact you if I do?"

"What's the saying? 'Buyer beware'? It isn't my fault if they were poor negotiators," he said.

And he absolutely took advantage of them in every way that he could, but he still believed that it wasn't his fault.

A lot of the things he says alarms her quite a bit, truth be told.

Especially the part where he mentions he has no memories and they seem to be coming back, suggesting things more than he knows. The expression on her face is quiet confusion and concern as she mulls over his words, trying to figure out what to say, to do.

"Other realms?" Clara repeat to him, "I... I was told that there are some beings out there who live in other worlds. Whatever this is connecting you, it points to signs of magic."

She never heard of werewolves or vampires locking memories away and ghosts definitely can't do it. So it has to be magic of some kind.

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