Claudia Donovan (
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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.
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.

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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.
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When she hears a familiar voice come crashing through her cluttered thoughts, she glances up. Cisco. She'd seen him a couple times between destinations, she's pretty sure he'd looked like he wanted to say something one or two of those times, but he hadn't. Til now.]
Cisco. Hey. [She manages a smile, small and forced, but it's there all the same. She closes the book in her lap and sets it aside, tugging her feet up to fold them under her in her chair.] Eddie told you...right? About Helena. [She doesn't sound judgmental about it, just questioning the fact.]
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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. ]
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Yeah... I mean-- she was why I adjusted as quickly as I did. She was somebody familiar, but...she had news about what I was worrying about most, back home, too. Kind of assuage the panic I was having, you know?
[She folds her legs, one under the other, cross-legged in the chair and shrugs one shoulder.] I'm not good with losing people. I've done it a lot.
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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.
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Right before I showed up here...I-- I found my best friend, dead. Steve. He-- we'd just made up from this horrible fight, I'd thought he was double-crossing us and...and then... [She drops her eyes to her hands in her lap, fingers twisting together. She's not gonna give the gory details, here. She takes a minute or two to compose herself before looking up again.] She said I did some pretty twisted artifact stuff, but...I got him back. [She shrugs one shoulder and gives him a wry smirk.] Nnnooot the best Warehouse Agent behavior, but I guess I don't get into too much trouble for it in the future.
[She scoffs and shakes her head. She agrees with him one-thousand percent.] Time doesn't fix anything. My parents have been gone for over a decade and it doesn't hurt any less now than it did then. It doesn't get better or easier, it just reworks itself into being part of you and you adjust accordingly. [Apparently, she's just going to drop a lot of information on you today, Cisco. Sorry. She's overwhelmed and words just keep happening.
Those last words, though, they hit her in all the right places. She feels something warm swell in her chest and she leans over to swat at his arm lightly, trying and failing to fight a smile.] Shut up, loser. You're gonna make me cry. [She keeps her voice teasing and even manages to laugh lightly, before swiping her hand under her eyes quickly.]
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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.
lux.
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.
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Or notice.So, when she wanders into the coffee shop at a bit of a later hour, she's not expecting much. Usually it seems busiest in the earlier hours or peak afternoon hours as far as she's noticed. But hey, no harm in getting coffee whenever you want it, right?She manages a small smile and lifts a hand in a slight wave at Eddie, coming to stop on the other side of the counter, leaning forward against it on her arms.]
That sounds pretty good to me. [For someone as easily observant as Eddie, the smile she's wearing is clearly forced and her whole demeanor is dampened compared to what she's come accustomed to showing people since she's been here. But she tries to keep up the pretense anyway.]
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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?
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[Mostly, she's teasing, but hey. Not everyone knows how to make all of those things, and not everyone who knows how to make them can do it well. So it's impressive.
She gives him a single-shouldered shrug at the question.] Okay, I guess. [Her voice drops a few octaves, just barely above a whisper.] I miss home.
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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?
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[She follows him when he nods his head and curls up in one of the comfy chairs.] It's so pretty, I don't wanna ruin it.[She says, smiling a little as she dips her finger in the whipped cream and swipes it into her mouth. The smile fades a little with Eddie's question. Honestly, she isn't sure if it would hurt or help, but she may as well try, right?]
Did Cisco tell you anything about my job? [When she first got here, Claudia had been particularly cagey and secretive about her line of work, but in time she's come to accept the idea of a pocket dimension that no,ds no bars on the happenings of her world. She's shared more about it since then. Plus, she hary expected Cisco to keep anything from Eddie, of all people.]
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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.
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[She grins a little at the 'permission' and happily sips on her fancy hot chocolate.
At the realization that he has no real reference for her job, though, she sets the drink down and leans back in her chair, debating on where to start.] Well...the Warehouse is what it says on the tin, but with a twist. The artifacts we store there have magic imbued in them that give them special, often quite dangerous qualities.
Basically, my job as a Warehouse Agent is to go around the world and collect them. At it's base, it's pretty much a bag 'em, tag 'em gig? But you never know what's gonna happen when an artifact is involved.
[She considers it for a moment, debating an example to pull out of mind to give him an idea.] Some of them are more harmless than others. My boss has an endless cookie jar, which is pretty cool and doesn't really have any downside I'm aware of. But there's also things like Sylvia Plath's typewriter, which causes some seriously heavy sense of despair in anyone within a certain radius of it. Also drains your life force and if you don't move away from it, you could die. Which is why the ones like that are stored in the Dark Vault.
[She'll let that all sink in first and let him throw any questions he may have at her before continuing on with anything else. She sips at her drink some more while she waits.]
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[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?
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It is definitely it's own special brand of crazy. [She nods slowly. There's just nothing else in the world like it, as far as she's concerned. Not in her world, at the very least.
Claudia can't help grinning at the question.] Always chocolate chip, but like...the perfect chocolate chip cookie.
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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!
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[Her nose crinkles with the wide grin that spreads across her face.] Artie likes to horde them for himself. Stingy old bear.
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[A little shrug, and then he laughs softly, smiling a wry, fond sort of smile.]
Sounds like my boss back home. Singh.
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Good bosses are hard to find and total gems when you do, right? [She grins and sips at her drink some more, looking over at Eddie, a hint of a smile still on her lips.] Thanks, Eddie.
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[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?