#divincechoes

.｡.:*☆ “You have not heard anything about this robebry going on this morning, have you?”

.｡.:*☆ "What do you think - which purse does go better with the outfit?" Glinda was thinking of herself of not being vain anymore - or, at least, she was hoping so - but that id not mean she didn't care how she dressed. This would always be an important part of her personality.

.｡.:*☆ "You know...." Ruby made a pause, looking back and forth between Lucy and the lights on the ceiling. She was bored, and it sort of felt like a good idea to play a little with the other. In a total harmless way, of course, since she was no no mood to maybe have to clean up any mess later.

"You could actually be right. This place has very bad vibes. And you know what they say about people dying a painful death, right? They are never fully gone, forced to haunt the place where their life had ended in such a horrible way...." She whispered, grinning like a cat that just got the cream.

What a bizarre thing to say. But then Kate had never understood why, especially in this time, people would be so convinced by others on what to do or not do. She had done that before, it had destroyed her once before. "Why would you need that?" she asked, deciding it would take too long unless she did ask directly. Sometimes she just needed answers.

"I think you're thinking about cockroaches" Robin mused, that was the only thing that he could think of anyway. "I'm pretty sure that everything dies when it dies, least things that were alive in the first place. If you mean ideas, well that is a whole other problem" of course he had heard of that before. Ideas weren't alive in the first place, even if they did continue.

.｡.:*☆ .｡.:*☆ “Clara Oswald?” The Doctor clapped his hands when spotting the woman, a grin slowly spreading on his face as he walked over to her. “It has been a while, hasn’t it? Like, two regenerations ago, or something like that…” He then paused for a moment, pondering.

“It it me, Clara - your Doctor! But you already figured that out now, right?” He still sometimes forgot a new face meant to introduce himself all over again. Even when this new face was technically an old face. And also because he had no idea how much Clara would know. Or remember.

"You know nothing about where I am now" how anyone could she didn't know. Dorme had one job, and she had failed it. Padme had died. Only here she was alive again, and all of it felt so impossible. "I don't know what you think is catching up with me, I am just trying to exist".

"Do I want help? No, I'm fine" least he thought he was, he was never really too sure these days, but that was all besides the point. "I was actually going to ask you the same thing, you seem a bit out of it" or that was normal for this place, he was never sure what was going on.