staircasetotheclouds

[It's weird, being dead.

Or well, weird being dead and not exactly where you were when you died. Then again, wandering the darkness of space for eternity sounded like it'd get really old after awhile, so Oswin's pretty sure she should be grateful whatever this is pulled her in. She still hasn't really figured much out about where she's ended up, besides the fact that it's obviously some sort of ship.

And, of course, that it's not really an it at all, given that the ship's the reason she's here. The feeling of another soul, another being hums in the walls and Oswin feels it in the air itself, if not physically. She won't be feeling a lot physically from now on, seems like.

She hasn't got enough energy to manifest properly, but at least she can move around, try to figure out exactly what's going on here. Is this what happens to people when they die, they just sort of...linger? She won't exactly admit to being scared, but...well. Given that she just died an hour or two ago, she's got plenty of right to be a little rattled.

The room she's found herself in looks like some sort of library, and as Oswin drifts aimlessly among the shelves, she spots a figure nearby, shadowed by the light of a fireplace before it. She might be invisible, but whoever it is will probably feel a drop in temperature as she approaches as best she can, curious as to who she's found.]

Threaded | Flat

[The Doctor wanders through space and time just like he always has, meandering about and trying to forget all the losses. He spends the most time in his library, his favorite place. He's just reorganizing the shelves when he feels...something. A strangeness about him, another presence. A bit like the TARDIS, but this one not quite so familiar.]

...Hello?

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