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Network Sample:
[She's been here for a few hours now, and really isn't sure what to make of anything. She's done the exploring thing, bumped into a few people here and there, and now feels as good of a time as any to do the talking over the communicator to people. When she pops up on screen, she's awkwardly smiling, and looks off to the left and to the right before speaking. Oh, this just feels weird.]

Is it on? Hello? [She purses her lips together, and eventually decides that yes it is, and gives a firm nod of her head. Her smile becomes warmer at that point, and she flips a hand up in a wave.]

This is all real, isn't it? Really, properly real. [Some of the things that have happened recently outside of this place, she's a bit unsure about all of that.] Right then, I'll take a new planet over being dead any day. But -

[A pause, and then she's left frowning.]

I'm looking for someone that’s managed to misplace himself. He answers to Doctor. Not a doctor. The Doctor. Dunno why he insists on being particular about that, but now he's got me doing it too. [Which is just great, really.]

He's easy to pick out of a crowd, what with the stick bug-like body, lack of tact, and the inability to stay out of trouble. If you stumble across him, be sure to let him know his carer is looking for him. I don't think the island can handle him left unattended for too long.

Prose/Action Sample:
Two steps forward, but three steps back. Or more like five giant hops back, it feels like. She's not incredibly sure where she's found herself this time, separated from the Doctor and the TARDIS. She doesn't much like it, but knows enough to not just sit there and wait to be found and picked back up. After all, the Doctor hadn't told her to stay put before she just vanished and woke up someplace new. And she's alone, which means she's bound by her own rules, not his. So that's how Clara Oswald finds herself standing on the edge of a staircase that seems to lead to nowhere but darkness.

“Should I?”

She realizes that no one is there to answer, but even still, she can't stop the next question from slipping past her lips.

“Dare me.”

She thinks back to ghost hunting with the Doctor, and how they had been so wrong at first about what they were looking for. She was so afraid of a girl trapped in a parallel world, a girl that was just as lost and afraid as she is now. She wonders if somewhere, in a parallel version of wherever she is, if there's people who are seeing her moving and think she's a ghost too. Slowly, she turns around to look back up the staircase. She knows that the logical thing to do is to head back up and wait patiently for sign of the TARDIS. Grumpy old cow or not, the old girl seems to have worked out some of her jealousy issues and they had made up here recently. The Doctor will be back, TARDIS in tow, and they'll hop right in and be off on another adventure. But until then, she's got to figure this out on her own, explore all on her own.

She takes in a deep breath, lets it out, and stares with wide eyes as she turns to face the darkness. It's the unknown, the thing that should scare her. But after all of the things she's recently seen and done, it's not all that bad anymore. A foolhardy smile tugs up at the corners of her mouth and if she wasn't afraid of the facade breaking and tears following soon after, she thinks she might laugh in the face of danger. All she can do now is what she's learned to do when facing something that scares her, when she doesn't know how it's going to turn out. She doesn't walk away, she doesn't give up. She takes a moment to focus on the butterflies fluttering away in her stomach, and she tries to file away her worries so she can think about them later.

“Geronimo.” She whispers, wondering if she's gone mad to be using his catchphrase, and without giving it much of any thought at all she takes off into the darkness to force her way into the unknown.