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[Claire has been missing for a while now, and she's completely disoriented about waking up in the spaceship...

Again.

The pod opens and the petite blonde crawls out, first confused, and then hit with a wave of unmanageable terror. How long had she been in there? Had she skipped hundreds or thousands of years again? Is everyone already long dead and gone?

Hyperventilating and scrambling to the exit, Claire steps out into the rain. If no one is at the ship, she'll be sprinting down to the town to find someone she recognizes. Anyone. Anyone at all.]

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[Claire still looks reasonably startled, but the stubbornness in her is keeping it as hidden as possible. She has the look on her face like one does when they are being brave because they have to be.]

Okay.. [She takes a shallow, sharp breath.] How long have I been gone?

((OOC: The answer is weeks to a month. Anyway, Claire's back now and I am looking to get her involved in plots again. Everyone I dropped threads with, please send me a PM, IM, or plurk and lemme know what you want to do with them. <3 SO glad to be back. Sorry everyone. ;_;))

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[She's not looking at him, she's peering down at the old city, eyes narrowed, searching for specific things she remembers. When he asks, she turns back around and answers with a nod at first.] Yeah. Plus everything else.

I thought- [She stops herself, crossing her arms, hugging her sides with her hands. I thought I'd be alone again, that it was hundreds or thousands of years in the future again. That everyone's dead, just like I knew they'd be someday. Claire looks back into the distance. Maybe a little melodramatic. She doesn't care. She feels what she feels, she's going to show it. She speaks quietly:] We're never going to get back home, are we.

[ A hesitation -- but, then, how often has stopping himself done any good?

He steps closer and takes her shoulders in his hands. ]

It's all right. Claire, yes? It's all right. The world hasn't abandoned you. I promise.

[Claire sighs a little, still not looking at Charles. Not until he says that. At his words she looks right up at him, a short show of real vulnerability on her face. On the inside she feels appreciative for his efforts, but in strict denial that he has any idea what it feels like to be like her.

Then she's suspicious. Because it was almost like he could read her mind. Her eyebrows scrunch together and she's scanning his face and eyes, as if looking for a hidden object there.

Claire thinks as loud as she can, repeating the question a few times for good measure: Can you hear me?]

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[ He flinches. Visibly flinches, at the volume of her thoughts, and, well, that makes it difficult to hide from there on out. ]

I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to intrude.

[When he flinches, she knows. Claire's surprised, that's for sure, but she's also hiding a burst of excitement. She smiles serenely.]

It's okay. I know how- I know people who can do that.

[No longer attempting to control her thoughts, there's only one thing ringing clear in her mind. You're like me. You're like me.]

You're, uh, Charles, right?

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