knocknockclauds: (Debating)
Claudia Donovan ([personal profile] knocknockclauds) wrote in [community profile] clockbox2017-02-07 05:14 pm

{It's like I'm living from a distance when you're out of reach

WHO: Claudia + [OPEN]
WHAT: Claudia's hit the first loss of someone from home in the clock and she's not dealing very well.
WHEN: Feb 1st-7th
WHERE: various
WARNINGS: Probably mentions of grief; will update if needed.

For two days, Claudia has searched for Helena as much as was feasibly possible throughout the Clock. She came up to a bunch of rooms--the library, a workshop with scattered old metals and wires, a bedroom with a distinct Victorian styling to it, among others--but none of them contained the woman she was looking for.

Her panic pushed her to make a post to the rest of the Clock residents, to find out how to know for sure someone was gone, sent home and now just lost somewhere in the maze of the Clock. Because that was possible. She's certain she's heard it before, of people getting lost for a few days or a week because the Clock just likes to mess with them in so many different ways. Make things difficult sometimes, just for kicks. Everything people seemed to say pointed to the same thing: Helena was gone.

She spent the next couple of days in a bit of a haze, not quite sure how to feel except numb. Claudia had done pretty well, all things considered, after first arriving here. She'd done as well as she had because someone from home had come just on her heels. Explained things that she needed to know from back home to calm herself down about being here. She still hated being stuck, but it wasn't quite as bad with someone she knew, someone familiar being here with her.

All of that felt like it was gone once she'd confirmed her friend and fellow Warehouse Agent's disappearance. She was sinking down into that feeling of loss, H.G.'s disappearance ripped the tentative patchwork she'd laid over the wound of losing Jinks. She got him back, Helena had told her as much, but she hadn't really let herself feel it, since she got here. She'd buried it and ignored it and held onto the idea that everything worked out in the future. But another loss, so close behind that one, burned deep and made her withdraw more all over again.

She can be found in any numerous number of places throughout the week. She still hits Lux regularly every morning for coffee, finds herself in the library a handful of times, stops by the bar once or twice, and of course she may be seen in the hallways between places. The earlier parts of the week, she'll be visibly upset but about halfway through, it becomes clear she's trying to push past the pain. She's always approachable, but may not always be ready to explain what's really bothering her.
franciscoramon: (:c big heart)

[personal profile] franciscoramon 2017-02-08 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's always hard, with new friends, to know what they need when the going gets rough. Cisco's passed by Claudia a few times in the halls and seen her looking pretty unhappy. He quashed his first instinct to ask what was wrong; he doesn't want to be one of those guys who tells women they should smile more, and maybe this is just Claudia settling in, getting used to the reality of being in the Clock. He'd gone through that - been all energy at first looking for solutions and ways to escape, making friends with people because he wanted information. Then, the reality had sunk in.

Or maybe it's about Helena. Cisco had met her, but they'd hardly been great friends. Just a few pleasant conversations - enough to intrigue him. And he knew that she and Claudia were friends back home, that she was the only one from Claudia's world here. Now that she's gone, maybe Claudia feels isolated. Cisco wouldn't blame her.

So he tries giving her space, at first. Hopes that the gloom will pass and she'll be okay. But when he goes into the library looking for guides on how to care for tropical fish (entirely Ashley's fault) and sees Claudia with a book open in her lap, staring off into the middle distance and looking very down, Cisco decides that giving her space has officially failed as a strategy.

No use beating around the bush about it. He comes over to stand in front of Claudia, hands on his hips. The look on his face, should she raise her eyes, is all concern. ]


Alright, this is like the tenth time I've seen you looking depressed as hell this week. It's friend intervention time.
franciscoramon: (:c listening)

[personal profile] franciscoramon 2017-02-09 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ Cisco can see how scraped-together that smile is, but the fact that she even put in the effort to try to smile tells Cisco that he made the right choice. Some people are better off if you leave them alone to deal with stuff, and others (including Claudia, it would seem) just need a bit of a nudge. There are no other chairs near to the one Claudia is curled up in, but fortunately for both of them, Cisco has absolutely no shame about going over to the nearest one and dragging it over right next to Claudia's. He sits down, the whole production of getting the chair and sitting by her making it clear that he's in this conversation for the long haul. ]

Yeah. He asked me to check if she was on the network, and she wasn't there. I figured you might be feeling kinda isolated. She was the only other person from your world here, right?

[ No use pretending otherwise. Maybe a little prompting will be helpful to Claudia. Steer her in the right direction. ]
franciscoramon: (:c gentle)

[personal profile] franciscoramon 2017-02-14 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ Cisco's hardly a shrink or anything, but it seems to him that Claudia wouldn't bring up the news that Helena had told her if it hadn't been important, and if it isn't on her mind for one reason or another now. So, voice gently, he prompts: ]

What was the news?

[ He'd met Claudia shortly after she'd arrived, and she hadn't seemed anywhere near panic. Then again, with what Cisco knows about her now, a little of her history, it doesn't surprise him that she's the 'bottle it up and make a wisecrack' type. If it takes one to know one, Cisco is perfectly positioned to recognize that strategy. ]

That sucks. I'm not gonna sit here saying time'll make it better, or that she could come back. 'Cuz maybe she'll come back, but maybe she won't, and the 'time heals all wounds' crap is right up there with 'God works in mysterious ways' in the rankings of things that make you wanna punch people in the face after horrible shit happens.

[ Cisco gives Claudia a tiny, very dry smile. He's speaking from experience here. ]

But I can say that... you're not alone, here. I'm not from your world, but I am your friend. And I'm here.
franciscoramon: (;; grief)

[personal profile] franciscoramon 2017-03-07 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ Cisco listens, keeps his outward reactions as subdued as he can: he doesn't want to discourage Claudia or interrupt her. But internally, well. There's denying how familiar a lot of it sounds. Losing someone she had been in the process of making up with (like he'd lost Dante). Freaking out because she thought someone close to her had betrayed her (like he did constantly since Eobard). Being willing to do whatever it took - twisted or not - to get that person back (the way he'd begged Barry to go back and change the timeline). Cisco chews at his bottom lip, and listens, and doesn't say anything at all.

The news about Claudia's parents is a surprise only for a moment. She never talked about them, and she'd made it sound like she was on his own when all that stuff had gone down with her brother. Cisco had never thought much about it because, well, he never really brought up his parents either. They hadn't been there to support him during plenty of awful trials in his life. But them dying when Claudia was a kid contextualizes some stuff about her. He nods one more time, still doesn't interrupt.

And because of Dante, because he knows how it is, he doesn't say Sorry about your parents or I didn't know or any of the expected crap. Obviously, she knows he didn't know. She's telling him now. And 'sorry' is so useless that it becomes annoying rather than comforting. Instead, haltingly, he offers the only comfort he thinks might help: ]


...I lost my brother. A couple months ago. So, y'know. [ He shrugs, a silent I get it. For a moment or two Cisco just lets that sit in the air, hating the way his throat goes tight and his eyes go hot. But he swallows it down without too much trouble. His smile is wan but genuine when he says: ]

I'm glad you got your friend Steve back. Twisted artifact stuff or not. Screw good Warehouse Agent behavior.
causational: (reassuring)

lux.

[personal profile] causational 2017-02-09 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
[It's not the first morning that Eddie's gotten a bit of a late start, but it's not exactly common enough that he doesn't feel a little rushed. Which is frankly ridiculous considering he doesn't really have a schedule to keep or a job he's expected at. But it does mean that when he's behind the bar at Lux making himself a skim latté before his trip to the gym, hair free of product and falling over his brow, and someone walks in, he feels under just enough pressure to exhale a startled little breath and jerk his head up.

The expression that crosses his face is a little conflicted when he sees Claudia. She's definitely someone he's fond of here, and he knows what's happened to her recently. Losing someone is never easy, he remembers how he felt when Barry left, knows the sting of losing Caroline too. So after a moment the anxiety about not saying the right thing or doing the right thing fades out to warm empathy.]


Hey...you look like you could use a really fancy hot chocolate. And I just happen to be great at making those.
causational: (slight smile)

[personal profile] causational 2017-02-27 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
[It's a quick thing to finish off his latté, pouring the steamed milk into the freshly poured espresso shots and topping it off with a bit of foam. Claudia is...subdued. It's like the volume has been turned way down on everything about her, the brightness reduced by half, and Eddie can't help but feel sad about it, considering he can guess the reason after their conversation on the network.

Ducking, he pulls out another jug of milk from the fridge under the bar, and then leans forward on his own elbows on the counter, offering her a slightly weak smile.]


I can absolutely make you some. Unless you need caffeine, in which case I also make a mean mocha. Or latté. Or anything really.

[A shrug, and he tilts his head, studying her face for a moment before letting his own smile fade a bit.]

How are you holding up?
causational: (damaged)

[personal profile] causational 2017-03-06 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
[When she says to hit her up with a fancy hot chocolate, Eddie vows to himself to make it the fanciest possible hot chocolate he can make. So he starts steaming milk until it's super hot, scooping chocolate chips into a metal cup, talking while he works on it.]

Not really. I learned some recipes off the internet when I was in college, though, and I was sort of a rich kid growing up, so I was spoiled enough to have access to a machine I could practice on.

[It's said genially enough, and when the milk is done steaming, he pours it over the chocolate chips, pulls out a wand mixer to whisk the melting chocolate into the milk after adding a couple pumps of sweet raspberry syrup. Pouring the mixture into a warm mug, he tops it off with whipped cream, chocolate shavings, a maraschino cherry, and some raspberry drizzle. Canting his head to the side to indicate she should follow him, he takes the hot chocolate and his latté over to the comfy chairs in warm rays of sunshine, and puts the drinks down, settles in one of the overstuffed chairs.]

I bet. [It's soft, while he waits for her to join him, eyes on her.] Would it help to talk about it? Like, to tell me what home was like?
causational: (easygoing)

[personal profile] causational 2017-03-11 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
[Eddie laughs softly. Sure, he's heard Cisco offer up something like the sentiment she just expressed, but never in quite so blunt a way. Honestly, it's refreshing. Ridiculously so.]

Thanks. I will definitely take that as a compliment. I can't say I enjoyed the entitled rich kid thing in the kids I went to school with.

[When she says it's pretty and she doesn't want to ruin it, but then immediately digs in, he can't help the broad grin.]

Aw, come on. It was built to be destroyed. As long as it's making you a little happier, it's serving its purpose.

[But at that last bi, he falls quiet, listens to her, and when she asks about whether Cisco explained her job, he shakes his head.]

It never really came up, no. You did show me your gun, though, so I'm guessing it's probably a really cool job. If you wanna tell me about it, I'm all ears.
causational: (riveted)

[personal profile] causational 2017-03-15 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
Right? That was actually at least 50% of why I learned how to box in high school.

[A little grin as she sips the hot chocolate, obviously enjoying it, and then his expression softens as she starts explaining what her job is. Listening intently, he nods, makes noises of acknowledgement, raises his brows curiously, obviously interested and invested in what she's saying. There's no hints of disbelief either - how could there be, after everything he's seen and done, both at home and here.]

Oh wow, that sounds insane.

[His brows are furrowed, he looks fascinated.]

That sounds a little like what I did back home helping Cisco and the others out. Except it was people and science instead of items and magic. And also, I wish I had an endless cookie jar. I have to know, though, different cookies, or always the same?
causational: (anticipation)

[personal profile] causational 2017-03-19 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Eddie smiles when she laughs softly, and shrugs his shoulders a little, looking sheepish.]

I miss mine, a little. Well. Maybe a lot. I bet you do too.

[His brows raise, and then-]

Oh god. Especially with a bottomless source of perfect chocolate chip cookies!
causational: (warmth)

[personal profile] causational 2017-03-25 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
I get that. It wasn't so long with me and all the Flash stuff, but...I guess it felt like that was when my life got really real, you know?

[A little shrug, and then he laughs softly, smiling a wry, fond sort of smile.]

Sounds like my boss back home. Singh.
causational: (resigned)

[personal profile] causational 2017-04-08 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, I definitely, definitely get that.

[Lifting his chin, he catches her eyes, and offers her a little smile.]

No problem. I get how hard it is, missing home, you know?