Naboo (naboo_thats_who) wrote in little_bit_raw,
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Live Feedleash Log: 20/09/07




Claire says:
*arrives at the flat in her work clothes, hesitating before opening the front door*
Claire says:
*each day has brought some kind of new chaos, but Naboo thinking - acting - like Doctor Who is the oddest yet*
Claire says:
*and he thinks she's Rose, which is just... complicated*
Claire says:
*takes a deep breath and climbs the stairs up to the flat*

Naboo says:
*slackjawed in front of the television with a mug of tea in one hand and half a chocolate digestive in the other, he doesn't hear her coming upstairs*

Claire says:
*sees Naboo on the couch, looking exactly like Naboo*
Claire says:
Ha! *drops her bag to the floor with a thump* So you -were- just having us on.

Naboo says:
*flinches, dropping his biscuit in his tea*
Naboo says:
*and manages to put his mug down, mute the TV, stand up, and wipe chocolate off his top lip*
Naboo says:
Wow. Um.
Naboo says:
*tugs at his hair*

Claire says:
*immediately confused when he mutes the TV*

Naboo says:
You look well.
Naboo says:
You look amazing, actually.

Claire says:
*looks down at herself*
Claire says:
*the Moll uniform is a bit....asset-friendly, but she's wrinkled and spotted with liquor*
Claire says:
Um, thanks?
Claire says:
*pushes aside a feeling of unease and walks to the kitchen area, plugging the kettle in*
Claire says:
*just doing what she normally would after work*

Naboo says:
*walks around the sofa, standing behind her and casually leaning against the wall*
Naboo says:
I like your hair.
Naboo says:
It suits you.

Claire says:
*self-consciously reaches up to touch it* Ha, yes, well *laughs* It's low-maintenence.

Naboo says:
...right.
Naboo says:
*tugs at his hair again, taking off his turban entirely and shoving it in a pocket*
Naboo says:
How've you been?
Naboo says:
You're working in a pub now?

Claire says:
*has -never- seen Naboo without his turban before, and it's quite startling, almost like seeing someone naked*
Claire says:
Ah, what? *fiddles with a tea-bag, realising that whatever this Doctor Who game is, he's still playing it*
Claire says:
Pub? Yes, that's where I work.

Naboo says:
Better than that department store, I suppose.
Naboo says:
No walking mannequins in this one?

Claire says:
Well. *pours hot water into her mug* There's whores there, so... sort of?

Naboo says:
*blinks*
Naboo says:
Okay.
Naboo says:
I suppose I thought you'd be doing something....
Naboo says:
*winces*
Naboo says:
*then immediately straightens up*
Naboo says:
Bigger. More important.

Claire says:
*almost says 'me too,' then remember that he means Rose*
Claire says:
*but still, the truth seems best*
Claire says:
I want to make films, actually.
Claire says:
About issues.... that matter. *it sounds lame even to her ears, but explaning junkie choirs and shaman conspiracies would sound weirder*

Naboo says:
*crosses the kitchen to stand next to her, leaning back against the counter*
Naboo says:
So do it.

Claire says:
Well I am. Have, even. *dunks her tea bag up and down* But to make a film you need funds and.... *turns to look at him, sort of startled by his close proximity - he'd usually be on the couch while she talked*

Naboo says:
*looks into her eyes, and smiles a bit*

Claire says:
*feels like she should say something like... *
Claire says:
Well. I missed you?

Naboo says:
*grins*
Naboo says:
I should damn well hope so.

Claire says:
*head spinning - what the hell?*

Naboo says:
*shows allllll his teeth*

Claire says:
*and then, well, what could it hurt? - opens her arms up for a hug* *Rose and the Doctor love to hug*

Naboo says:
...Rose-
Naboo says:
*hugs her tight*
Naboo says:
*standing on tiptoes to perch his chin on her shoulder*

Claire says:
*feels momentarily teary-eyed, blinking her eyes hard* D-.... Doctor *good god*

Naboo says:
*and pulls back just a little bit, cheek brushing against hers*
Naboo says:
*looking down at her mouth*
Naboo says:
*er, up*

Claire says:
Yes, well, that's... that was good. *stumbles over her words, because this is by far the weirdest thing to ever happen to her*

Naboo says:
I love you.

Claire says:
*stares at him, waiting to see if he's going to laugh or what*

Naboo says:
*waits, looking utterly vulnerable*

Claire says:
*doesn't know what to say, though there's obviously only one thing to say*
Claire says:
I love you, too.
Claire says:
*because Rose would say it, but probably not follow it with a big retarded grin*

Naboo says:
Good!

Claire says:
*laughs, more at ease now*

Naboo says:
*slips both hands around her waist*

Claire says:
*half-turned to finish making her tea, but stops when he touches her* Oh, another hug? *puts an arm around his shoulder, dripping spoon in the other hand*

Naboo says:
*gives her a brief squeeze, and lets go, instead hopping up to sit on the counter, legs swinging - a bit more on her level*
Naboo says:
*looks much happier and relaxed*
Naboo says:
You're taking all this in your stride.
Naboo says:
I like that.

Claire says:
*looks at him*
Claire says:
*his facial expressions.... much too animated*
Claire says:
*surely he's not -really-*
Claire says:
Yes, well, you know... seen a lot in my life, haven't I?
Claire says:
*manages a grin*

Naboo says:
Old woman, you.

Claire says:
Oi, look who's talking! *real grin now*

Naboo says:
*pats his chest* This one's brand new, thanks.
Naboo says:
It's hardly been worn.

Claire says:
*swallows, pushing her tea aside* You actually....
Claire says:
look a lot like this guy I knew.

Naboo says:
Oh yeah?

Claire says:
And he was a shaman from another planet. 400 years old or something.

Naboo says:
Xooberonian or Chartreuse?

Claire says:
Xooberonian. *blinks, then wonders if this means it really -is- Naboo in there, and he just thinks he's the Doctor*

Naboo says:
*nods* They always were flashy dressers.

Claire says:
Anyway... *sips her tea* He was my best-friend... *looks quickly at him* after you, of course! And it's sort of strange that you look so much like him now.

Naboo says:
*nods a little more slowly* I thought it was something like that.
Naboo says:
*gets off the counter* Regeneration's a tricky thing.
Naboo says:
*and pats her on the shoulder*

Claire says:
That's...ah, an understatement. *smiles, a bit wearily*

Naboo says:
Don't worry about it. All the time in the world.
Naboo says:
Soon as I find the TARDIS, of course.
Naboo says:
*gives her a last sort of sad look, and ambles back to the sofa*

Claire says:
*totally caught off-guard by the sad look, and puts down her tea, following*
Claire says:
Na...Doctor? Is.... something wrong? I mean. Besides the obvious?
Claire says:
Cybermen and daleks and all.

Naboo says:
*shakes his head*
Naboo says:
It's fine.
Naboo says:
*taps his forehead* In here, I'm the same. I'll just wait for you to notice.
Naboo says:
*pulls out a pair of thick-rimmed glasses, and slips them on*

Claire says:
*takes a step forward* What about me? Do -I- seem the same?

Naboo says:
*peers over the top of them*
Naboo says:
If I'm honest, I thought you'd be doing something a bit bigger.
Naboo says:
But otherwise. Same Rose.

Claire says:
*feels suddenly horrible, like she's a huge disappointment, and her face visibly falls*
Claire says:
I can do something bigger, I... there's not as much opportunity?

Naboo says:
*gives her a very piercing look*
Naboo says:
No?

Claire says:
There wasn't. Or... well there was but.... *falters, what's she explaining herself for, exactly? Um.

Naboo says:
Look, it's okay.
Naboo says:
This is a different world.

Claire says:
It is.
Claire says:
What do you think of it?

Naboo says:
*thinks*
Naboo says:
It's like a big family reunion.
Naboo says:
Good parts, bad parts.
Naboo says:
*points at the hookah* That, I like.

Claire says:
*giggles* Yeah, it's pretty good.
Claire says:
*feels less on edge and sits down beside him on the sofa*

Naboo says:
*points at the TV* And that.

Claire says:
Yes. *remembers the Doctor Who dvds and wonders...but no, who knows what that might do*
Claire says:
*has a sudden idea* Do you want? *points at the Hookah - maybe it'll make Naboo back into himself again*

Naboo says:
*snorts* I've been on it all day.
Naboo says:
If I was any more relaxed, I'd be a mattress.

Claire says:
Oh? *puzzles her brow* Well you aren't as hyper as you appear on.. in my memory.
Claire says:
Do you mind if I have a go, then?

Naboo says:
*nudges it towards her with his foot*
Naboo says:
Go ahead.

Claire says:
*takes a practiced pull off the hose*
Claire says:
*then another and another*
Claire says:
*deciding that being very high, very fast is the BEST way to deal with this*

Naboo says:
*watches her with amusement*
Naboo says:
I wondered whose it was.
Naboo says:
So this is your flat then?

Claire says:
*coughs* Oh er... no. It's um, the Shaman, that I told you about? It's mostly his, I guess.

Naboo says:
*frowns* I thought shamen didn't...*waves a hand*

Claire says:
*snorts a laugh* Get high? Ha. Well I don't know about the others, but this one did. *alarmed by her own use of past tense* Does! Does, I mean.
Claire says:
*smokes again*

Naboo says:
*shrugs, slipping down into the cushions in a familiar way*

Claire says:
*sort of....leans over, peering at him, studying his face for -any- signs of Naboo*

Naboo says:
*grins toothily again*
Naboo says:
...what?
Naboo says:
It's definitely me.

Claire says:
*sort of high and confused and...does he mean me Naboo or me Doctor? She doesn't know and just throws her arms around him* Oh, but I really -did- miss you!

Naboo says:
- ah - squished -
Naboo says:
*but gives her a big hug back, and sort of breathes in the scent of her hair a bit*

Claire says:
*loosens her hold a bit, but not much*

Naboo says:
It's good to be back.

Claire says:
What are we going to do now? *the question applies on all sorts of levels*

Naboo says:
Something will turn up.
Naboo says:
It usually does.

Claire says:
*stops hugging him, but still sort of leans against him* Are we going to have an adventure like they - we used to?

Naboo says:
If we don't, I'll eat my hat.
Naboo says:
*fishes it out of his pocket, and sticks it back on, inexpertly*
Naboo says:
*it lists to one side*

Claire says:
*looks up, then straightens the turban out, the way it ought to look, feeling a twinge of sadness and worry as she does so*
Claire says:
That's better.

Naboo says:
*pats her on the shoulder again*
Naboo says:
Thanks.
Naboo says:
You know there's a Dalek?
Naboo says:
In London?
Naboo says:
And the-
Naboo says:
-oh, he was after your time.
Naboo says:
A lot of villains, anyway.

Claire says:
The Master. I've heard of him.

Naboo says:
*stiffens*
Naboo says:
Where?

Claire says:
Um.... telly?

Naboo says:
What?

Claire says:
Or, he runs a magazine, actually. *babbles a bit* Or he did, I don't know what he's up to anymore, honestly. Aside from being pregnant.

Naboo says:
*frowns*
Naboo says:
...yeah.
Naboo says:
I remember.
Naboo says:
You know him?
Naboo says:
Rose, this is important.
Naboo says:
Has he met you?

Claire says:
Er... *now that things have gone serious, she falters* Yes?

Naboo says:
*closes his eyes briefly*
Naboo says:
*and tugs on his hair*
Naboo says:
Right, okay.

Claire says:
He could care less about me, honest. Never has.

Naboo says:
But he didn't know you knew me, did he?
Naboo says:
You might be in danger. We should probably hide you.
Naboo says:
*to himself* He tried to kill Martha.

Claire says:
What? No. *straightens up* Na - Doctor, that's....totally unnecessary.

Naboo says:
Rose, you don't know what he's capable of.
Naboo says:
Me being here, the TARDIS missing, it's all somehow connected to him.
Naboo says:
I've seen what he can do.
Naboo says:
You should go to another country. Norway, maybe. Norway survived.

Claire says:
Oh dear. *sighs and wonders how to handle this new snag* Can't we um... *grabs the remote* I bet something good is on right now!
Claire says:
Because... *has a burst of inspiration*
Claire says:
You know I would never leave you. *looks at him with big, and what she hopes are Rose-like eyes*

Naboo says:
*still frowning, but softening*

Claire says:
*BIG eyes*

Naboo says:
It could be dangerous. I mean, really dangerous.

Claire says:
*puts her hand on his* My middle name.

Naboo says:
*sighs, and grins again - he's really doing far too much of that*
Naboo says:
Back on board?

Claire says:
*cheerily* Like i never left!

Naboo says:
*nods* Tomorrow we'll do a little reconnaissance. Lay of the land, that sort of thing.
Naboo says:
I want to see him up close. Make sure.

Claire says:
Oh! Okay. *wonders if she can get the day off work*

Naboo says:
*pats her hand*
Naboo says:
But for now, I'll have that hookah back.

Claire says:
*grins and passes it over*
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