"Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ." It was murmured under her breath as Claire brushed back the wayward strand of hair that had escaped. Where she was, she didn't know. The last thing she could recall before waking up on that ship was returning to Lallybroch.
Yet, it was clear that this wasn't Lallybroch. She had checked herself for signs of injury, yet not a bump was on her head or a bruise upon her body- at least nothing new. It still didn't explain that ship, which seemed to float on nothing or where exactly she was.
Looking down at the map in her one hand and the device in her other, Claire was at a loss. In a way it was more familiar to her than the time she had tumbled in to, yet it was far beyond anything that Claire had ever witnessed. Regardless, she wasn't going to lose her head over any of this.
No, what she needed was answers and a way to return. Glancing back at the docks, she could see no stones nor did she recall that feeling that had come. Rather, she had just suddenly out of the blue appeared on that ship, which was why she had uttered those words that she had uttered plenty times before.
"And if I click my heels three times, shall I return home?" Again, under her breath, and to no one in particular. Rather, it was a turn of her own frustration.
[n e t w o r k] [It is text, which has taken Claire a little bit to figure out. The device is familiar in some ways, but completely foreign in others. In a way, she handles it like she would if she were writing a letter. And, she feels akin to what she believes Jamie would feel if suddenly displaced in to her time.]
Good evening.
My name is Claire Fraser and I seek some further advice about this location. In particlar, this time. It may seem a peculiar question, but what year is this? If you could please humor me.
Claire Fraser | Outlander
"Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ." It was murmured under her breath as Claire brushed back the wayward strand of hair that had escaped. Where she was, she didn't know. The last thing she could recall before waking up on that ship was returning to Lallybroch.
Yet, it was clear that this wasn't Lallybroch. She had checked herself for signs of injury, yet not a bump was on her head or a bruise upon her body- at least nothing new. It still didn't explain that ship, which seemed to float on nothing or where exactly she was.
Looking down at the map in her one hand and the device in her other, Claire was at a loss. In a way it was more familiar to her than the time she had tumbled in to, yet it was far beyond anything that Claire had ever witnessed. Regardless, she wasn't going to lose her head over any of this.
No, what she needed was answers and a way to return. Glancing back at the docks, she could see no stones nor did she recall that feeling that had come. Rather, she had just suddenly out of the blue appeared on that ship, which was why she had uttered those words that she had uttered plenty times before.
"And if I click my heels three times, shall I return home?" Again, under her breath, and to no one in particular. Rather, it was a turn of her own frustration.
[n e t w o r k]
[It is text, which has taken Claire a little bit to figure out. The device is familiar in some ways, but completely foreign in others. In a way, she handles it like she would if she were writing a letter. And, she feels akin to what she believes Jamie would feel if suddenly displaced in to her time.]
Good evening.
My name is Claire Fraser and I seek some further advice about this location. In particlar, this time. It may seem a peculiar question, but what year is this? If you could please humor me.
My thanks.
- Claire.