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[There is a moment of static before a brunette girl with a round face appears on the screen. She taps the screen a few times as if too make sure it’s properly on.]
Ah, here it goes! Thank goodness for computer skills or else I’d have had a hell of a time even getting this thing on, let alone connected to the internet. ...Assuming we're using some kind of internet. [She pauses and tucks some of her hair behind her ear]
Right so, waking up in a palace, bit of an usual form of kidnapping if you ask me. Not that I'm complaining. Take that over an alien dungeon any day. Still, not where I expected to end up.
Anyway, introduction and information seeking time; my name’s Clara Oswald and I’m in search of a job. Back home I was a nanny, not sure if they’re in high demand here, but if anyone has a precocious kid or two who needs some extra supervision, I’m your girl. Other than that… got a Literature degree but… that’s probably as useful here as it is back home. [Not very, says her tone.] Oh! And soufflés! I can bake soufflés... or more honestly sometimes I can bake soufflés. It’s a skill in progress. Still, could lend a hand or two at a bakeshop, I’m not entire hopeless.
[Then there’s a pause and she bites her lip as though considering if she really wants to ask the next question. Oh to hell with it, she’ll ask.]
And has anyone seen a bloke who calls himself the Doctor? Floppy hair, purple tweed jacket, bowtie and a ridiculously big chin? It’s maybe unlikely, but with his knack for finding both me and trouble, I figured it's worth at least a try. [And though she tries to keep her face calm and her demeanor cool, there's definitely a trace of concern and urgency in her voice.]
Ah, here it goes! Thank goodness for computer skills or else I’d have had a hell of a time even getting this thing on, let alone connected to the internet. ...Assuming we're using some kind of internet. [She pauses and tucks some of her hair behind her ear]
Right so, waking up in a palace, bit of an usual form of kidnapping if you ask me. Not that I'm complaining. Take that over an alien dungeon any day. Still, not where I expected to end up.
Anyway, introduction and information seeking time; my name’s Clara Oswald and I’m in search of a job. Back home I was a nanny, not sure if they’re in high demand here, but if anyone has a precocious kid or two who needs some extra supervision, I’m your girl. Other than that… got a Literature degree but… that’s probably as useful here as it is back home. [Not very, says her tone.] Oh! And soufflés! I can bake soufflés... or more honestly sometimes I can bake soufflés. It’s a skill in progress. Still, could lend a hand or two at a bakeshop, I’m not entire hopeless.
[Then there’s a pause and she bites her lip as though considering if she really wants to ask the next question. Oh to hell with it, she’ll ask.]
And has anyone seen a bloke who calls himself the Doctor? Floppy hair, purple tweed jacket, bowtie and a ridiculously big chin? It’s maybe unlikely, but with his knack for finding both me and trouble, I figured it's worth at least a try. [And though she tries to keep her face calm and her demeanor cool, there's definitely a trace of concern and urgency in her voice.]