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From:

pashangwala

Don't fuck around with things that might deflate your lungs.

From:

evasives

Did you make escape the Sarano unmarried in the end?

From:

marshalcobb

I have five layers on and I'm still cold, when will this end.

From:

fiveinchheels

You should definitely come over when you're done.

[ There's a video attached ~~except any visible runes are black instead of red~~ but no further context. ]

From:

collapsar

[ she's actually done this once before, at least the facade of old nineteen twenties glamour, similarly not in the right decade while investigating a murder on a train flying through space. clara definitely hopes the killer mummy aspect isn't included in this adventure, but it is nice to have the space part add a bit of familiarity, with the holographic setup not being too out of league with the sorts of things that come into play around the tardis.

all the same, she always gets a thrill in playing dress-up, in blending in with the part, as she's done some hundred times in her exploration across space and time, and though she's not traveling in a blue box right now, it's still a bit nostalgic.

but even nostalgia requires a drink, especially if she's making the most out of a speakeasy, even if she's not aiming for anything heavy, never too fond of straight liquor. shuffling over to the bar, she prepares to ask for something more simple like champagne or at least closer to her style like something with a sweet fruitiness, when — ]

I know ... you ... [ she mutters to herself, eyes locked upon the two tall legs standing a near distance aware. no, the legs aren't exactly where the recognition comes in, not alone anyway, but the ginger hair is certainly more striking to her memory and she squints her eyes staring at the woman, trying to recall it in her memory, stepping closer. ] I ... know you.