the zero room [for non_permaneo]

[claraimpossible]

It's an odd hour of the night, and Clara hasn't slept. She's given up laying atop the covers in her pajamas pretending to thumb through a book. She's taken up walking the halls of the TARDIS, not even minding her bare feet against the cool grating. She reaches a door that smells like roses and blindly assumes it must be the garden

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[non_permaneo]

"Yeah, that was some herding," the Doctor says, glancing over his shoulder as vague gesture to his ship in general, then back at Clara and past her into zero room. He frowns sharply. "What's wrong?"

[claraimpossible]

"Everything. I feel like everything is wrong, and it's all my fault," she sighs and looks at the floor. It is oddly relaxing, the levitating. She crosses her legs into some lazy form of a lotus pose - she at least tried reading about yoga to relax at one point, might at well use that. "I went from having no love life whatsoever to suddenly having choices and hurt feelings and so much love and more hurt feelings and.... I can't control my telepathy very well. That's how this mess happened. Technically. I don't even know anymore. Oh and sometimes I glow." Then she shrugs. "Sorry, but you did ask."

[non_permaneo]

He does blink a bit, but comes in and shuts the door behind him. "You know, I think you just described a couple of middle decades of my first century. If you leave out the glowy parts."

[claraimpossible]

"Oh but the glowy parts are the best. Don't you want your emotions to light up?" She snorts softly. She also isn't as comfortable as she thought. She tries laying down, and that....is pretty amazing actually, huh. "What is it with the levitating in here? It's nice. Weird nice. I might actually sleep at some point."