keep your stupid comments in your pocket | ridley

[Clara Oswin Oswald]

Traveling all of time and space was really one of the most incredible experiences there was out there. So many galaxies and planets and times that no human from one set era had ever even set foot in, it almost made Clara's head spin at times...until something exploded or imploded or crashed through a wall or otherwise effectively distracted her attention to whatever situation they'd gotten themselves into at present. However. With all that traveling and adventuring, everything she'd been longing to do since the Doctor she'd met before her Doctor, it was actually sort of...nice to return to her own era for a little while. She hadn't really been homesick, per se, but a little familiarity after being in so many different places was certainly welcome.

Mordecai perched on her shoulders, Clara waited outside of the TARDIS for Ridley and Felix to show up, glancing around impatiently. Ridley was...not taking well to the idea of having to actually cover up, god forbid, with a dress from the TARDIS wardrobe. Honestly, Clara didn't see why it was such a big deal, she ran around and saved worlds in her dresses all the time, it shouldn't have been so hard for Ridley to do the same. Then again, her friend's style of clothing was rather...difficult to run around in as well. Clara still had no idea how she managed to run anywhere in those heels and not break her neck. Maybe it was some sort of Cast that allowed her to keep her balance.

"Come on, Ridley, we haven't got all day!" Clara poked her head inside the TARDIS doors, calling after her before letting out a huff. "Honestly, you'd think putting a dress on was harder than pulling teeth."

From her shoulders, Mordecai chuckled. "Maybe it is, for her." the cat daemon spoke up, clearly amused. Clara shot him a glare before looking around. They must have landed sometime during the winter, and she could only hope the snow falling from the sky was actual proper snow, or else they were going to have a few problems. The streets were oddly quiet, though, and empty. Well, maybe that was due to the snow, but it wasn't as though they'd landed in a back alleyway. This looked like a main street, even with a few carts, which were also devoid of people. "Weird...you'd think there'd be someone out here." Definitely something to look into, if they could ever get going.

[Ridley Duchannes]

Exploring historical eras was really a lot more fun in theory.

Ridley, in particular, just seemed to have bad luck with 'em. She was fine with other planets. Oh yeah. Fit right in with the aliens. But time travel...well, maybe it just came with never paying attention in history class. There'd been the time in seventeenth century Massachusetts when she'd accidentally stumbled out of the TARDIS half-dressed (which, for her, was practically naked) - they'd all immediately had to flee the scene after the inhabitants of the village immediately labeled her a 'child of the devil'. Even better had been their Old Western adventure in which their incompetent guide's mishandling of a gun spooked Ridley's horse and sent her toppling off its back and right into the Colorado River. But this? Victorian England? This was probably the worst yet.

She had to wear a dress. A dress that covered...pretty much everything! She wasn't sure how she was supposed to have fun in something so long and elaborate and proper - let alone breathe in it. Holy shit, this corset was tight. Nearly rib-crushingly tight. Was this really healthy...?

Getting the corset and the...various other undergarments on, however, had at least been manageable - but this dress was making her struggle like a cat being forced into a bath. How the hell didn't it take Clara two hours to get dressed every morning? And speaking of Clara - there she was right on cue, griping about Ridley taking to long. "Technically," she called back, scowling as she continued to fidget about with the dress. "We do have all day. We're time travelers, 'member?" She knew that wasn't really the point, but she'd worked herself into a rather difficult mood. Felix was lingering by the door, restlessly eager to get going - well it sure was easy for him, no one was trying to stuff him into a dress. And she was well aware of his barely-suppressed amusement, too.

"Shut up." she snapped at him, catching his look as she headed over to the mirror. "How improper for a lady of your standing." Felix shot back, twitching an ear smugly. Ridley resisted the urge to throw something at him, scowling at her reflection as she adjusted her green and black dress in the mirror. ..Well. It fit right, and that was the important thing - having to try another one on would've probably driven her insane. Still, she looked so...foreign to herself. Covering much more skin than usual, hair up, dark-colored contacts in (they were a necessity for trips like these - otherworldly glowing eyes drew far more attention than they needed to in these sorts of time periods, and sunglasses weren't exactly in style)... yeah. This was definitely weird.

But she could practically hear Felix telling her to suck it up already, and so without another word she turned and made for the door. Eager to get going, her coyote daemon sprung to his spry paws and trotted out ahead of her, head held high and ears pricked forward. Unlike Ridley, he didn't bother trying to hide his anticipation as he padded out of the TARDIS and looked around, shaking his fluffy golden fur as a few snowflakes settled here. Ridley paused at Clara's side, shooting her friend and her cat daemon a slightly disgruntled look. "I don't really know how I'm supposed to breathe in this thing.." she complained, motioning to her waist. Clearly Victorian undergarments were the biggest of their concerns right now - she hadn't even taken notice of the oddly silent, empty streets yet.

[Clara Oswin Oswald]

"Right, I'll just pop in and time travel while you dress in the middle of the street. Save us all a bit of trouble." Clara rolled her eyes. Honestly, was it really that hard to put a dress on? Maybe Ridley hadn't been doing it her whole life like she had, but still, twenty minutes was a long time to wait out in the street. Especially with it being so eerily silent and empty. Where was everyone? The snowfall was light, certainly not enough to drive people into their homes for the night, and even then, it was only early evening. Even the windows were shut and darkened, not even a single candle flicking within. She exchanged a quick glance with Mordecai, who gave the feline equivalent of a shrug. "Perhaps we've arrived later than we thought," was his only contribution.

Unimpressed, Clara merely gave him another look. "Doubt it. When's the TARDIS ever been wrong about bringing us somewhere?" Crossing to a nearby building, she peered into a nearby window and squinted to get a better look inside. "No, we're meant to be here. Question is, why?" She had an inkling that the silence all around them had something to do with it. It was just too quiet to ignore, and coincidences really weren't things that Clara believed it after a few months of traveling. Everything happened for a reason, especially when the Doctor was around, which meant that this was definitely something to look into. That is, if Ridley didn't need Clara to come in and help her out. Honestly.

Luckily, Ridley and Felix emerged from the TARDIS just then, and Clara couldn't help but double-take at the sight of Ridley in her dress. It wasn't really that she minded her friend's usual style of apparel, but it was so odd to see her with a decent amount of skin covered up and without the sunglasses or glowing gold eyes that, while Clara never really got accustomed to them, she'd at least known were a part of her friend that she couldn't change. Without contacts, at least. Still on her shoulders, Mordecai flicked an ear in amusement, settling himself a little more comfortably now that they were setting off soon. God forbid he actually walk somewhere.

Tilting her head slightly, Clara snorted. "You've laced it too tight," she replied in amusement, grinning slightly. It was actually sort of nice to not be the one struggling with differences in things from any given time period. For a long time, it had been Clara figuring out the modern things they often encountered on their travels, so being the one to explain things for once was an experience that she relished. However. There were more pressing matters than undergarments. A nearby clock tower struck the hour, six o'clock, and Clara frowned. "You'd think there'd be more people out if it's this early," she mused, "or any people at all, really. I haven't heard anything since we got here."