On time for the schedule, I hope!
Okay, so to CLARAfy (haha I'm funny), Quences is one of the Doctor's older Cousins. He was the Kithriarch of House Lungbarrow, and he wanted the Doctor to be the next one. Cousin Glospin got angry and stole some of the Doctor's DNA and regenated into him, killed Quences, and blamed it on the Doctor. He escaped and the Loom made another ousin called Owin to replace the Doctor, exceeding the limit for how many Cousins a House could have. House Lungbarrow then had no Kithriarch, and falls into the depths of Perdition.
Howver, in this version, the Doctor was named Kithriarch before Glospin killed Quences, therefore House Luungbarrow has not fallen. He still ran away but returnd, and Owin was still Loomed.
(Is it bad that I know this story by heart?)
P.S.: There is no canon family llama.
10% luck
20% skill
15% concentrated power of will
5% pleasure
50% pain
100% percent reason to remember the name
There comes a time in every life where something happens and it is unimaginable. It's so spectacular and amazing, or it could be terrible and hurtful, but everyone has experienced it and most likely will again.
And for Clara, this is no different. Juno Waves- the thing that everybody's heard of but nobody's seen. At least, not many people. Juno Waves are spectacular in themselves.
The goddess Juno was worshipped by Gallifreyans in the early time and was now worshipped by Time Lords and Ladies alike, as well as the earthlings known as Romans. Juno was respected because of her importance of being the goddess of marriage as well as the renewal of time using each waning and waxing of the moon. Juno was also the goddess of fertility and the Time Lords see fertility as Looming.
As Time Lords/Ladies are unable to reproduce through sexual orientation, Rassilon claimed to have gotten the idea of Looming from the goddess Juno. Looking was the idea of a machine literally looming a new Gallifreyan body for the parents to raise. They were biologically related, but not created through sex.
(I could go into more but I won't because it's off topic.)
When a Time Lord and Lady got married, the two were usually so in love they would create Juno Waves. Juno Waves would act as a sort of offering (harmless to the two creating them) to the goddess Juno and would hopefully then secure a bountiful life together, producing many offspring and long lives. It was tradition to shout "Juno Waves" whenever spotted to help the couple along in their new journey. It would also tend to bring good luck upon the person/people who said it.
Clara hoped it would bring her good luck, too.
Soon after, Clara had finished setting the table and went back to the kitchens to get more food to serve people, who had begun milling around in wait of the feast. She took the food on silver platters and began the migrating the circle of people. She swayed in time to the soft music coming from the sonically enhanced speakers. She ignored the looks of many men who wanted her; she just tuned out the world and turned on autopilot.
After however long it had been, she found the Doctor in a corner not easily noticed unless you looked. Autopilot turned off as she listened to the conversation. She hovered near, not too far away.
"So, Snail," she heard a gruff man's voice say.
The Doctor laughed weakly. "H-hey, Glospin. Uh, S-Sa-Satthralope." He looked very uncomfortable.
"Hello, Cousin," someone who Clara assumed was Satthralope. "Or should I say mighty Kithriarch?"
"N-no, no," the Doctor said. "Please, d-don't call me that. H-how are you two?"
"Oh, you know," Glospin said. "Quences is just... dead. Nothin' new with us. And the fact that we're all in trouble because you ran away. And the family llama, actually."
The Doctor didn't respond.
"Nothing to say, Mighty Kithriarch? The family llama must have followed you somewhere." Satthralope said.
"I'm s-sorry for your loss," he said weakly. "And for getting us all in trouble. And for the family llama- it didn't follow me, I swear. I-if you two hadn't tried to m-murder me, I would have-"
Clara heard a bang and through one of the decorations, she could see the Doctor pinned against a wall by Glospin.
"You will be honored in your new position, and you shall be granted with a new family llama," Satthralope said with an evil grin. "Shall we give you our welcome into Kithriarch?"
Glospin dragged off a struggling Doctor through one of the many hallways in the giant manor, and Clara suspected that she wouldn't see him until the end of the party unless she went after him...
Was she allowed? Leaving her post at the wedding was a dangerous risk, and she probably couldn't hold her own against the Doctor's Cousins.
Right then. Settled.
Clara took one last look at the wedding before going down the same hallway as the Doctor had.
A glance. Something in his prephrial vision. He spared it- nothing, right?
Nope.
An escaped slave. She took one look at the wedding and dissapeared behind the wall separating it. Owin really was not fond of bad slaves, as they always seemed to underestimate him and his power. He was, in fact, illegally alive, but he was still a Cousin of House Lungbarrow.
He was actually his Cousin Theta Sigma's replacement after he ran away and nobody ever thought he would return. So the Loom, he had bee told, made him to replace Theta and had exceeded the population limit. The Loom for House Lungbbarrow really hadn't worked quite right after him.
Nobody had noticed the slave disappear; they were all too busy wrapped up in thier conversations about politics and stuff nobody really cared about. Politics were something nobody ever took seriously unless it was someone important.
Sighing, he set his drink down and went after the slave. Omay, who he had not seen in quite some time, stopped him and began a conversation about the lost family llama. Owin did miss it terribly but it had supposedly run off after Theta after he ra away. It had been a good family llama. He stopped Omay effectively by saying he needed the facilities and continued down the hallway with the colorful rug representing all the factions.
There was a very long hallway in front of him. Why was it so long?
Sighing, he began the trek, and as he got closer, he could hear... whimpers? Was it the slave? Had she gotten caught? Reaching the end of the hallway (finally), he caught a glimpse of a bare foot and a red Prydon-colored dress.
Nope, the slave wasn't giving out those noises. He follwed where he had seen the foot dissapear and found her. He took her by the arm and began dragging her out into the main hallway, struggling.
"No, no," she pleaded. "Please- that's my master in there!"
Stopping his journey, Owin turned to her. He yanked her closer. "Who's your master?" He growled.
"He- he's Kithriarch of House Lungbarrow," the slave stuttered back. "I saw him get dragged away by- by two people named S-Satthralope and Glospin."
Owin loosened his grip on her. He sighed. "Dammit, Theta," he said, and turned back to the slave. "what's your name?"
She rubbed her arm where he had gripped it so tight. "937, sir," she said, looking down.
"No," Owin said, tired of numbers. "Your real name."
"Clara Oswin Oswald, sir."
"Alright then," Owin said. "Take me to him."
Clara led the way down the hall where she had seen Satthralope and Glospin take the Doctor. She stopped in front of a door, and Owin could hear all three of them inside. Motioning for Clara to be quiet, he banged on the door.
"Housekeeping," he said.
There was a pause, then, "Housekeeping's already in here!" from Satthralope.
"Does it say on your schedule?" Owin asked back.
"Uh, yeah, clean room 937," Satthralope shot back.
Coincidence? I think not, Clara thought to herself. Owin gave her a small smile.
"This is room 936," Owin said, looking at the room number pasted next to the door.
"Yeah, that's totally what I meant to say," Satthralope said.
"Alright, then," Owin said with a devious smile on his face. "Did you dust?"
"Yep," Satthralope said, "already moved on to the next thing."
"Which is?"
"Taking care of the llama, " she said. "It needs a bath."
And then came a muffled cry that sounded suspiciously like 'help'.
"What was that?" asked Owin, although he already knew.
"Uh, just the llama," Satthralope said. "Nothing to worry about." Then a hissed, "Shut him up!'' from Satthralope. There was a sharp smack and a thump.
"Alright," said Owin, " I'm coming in."
He kicked his foot against the doorknob and knocked it off its hinges. Inside was a now unconsious Doctor, bloodied and bruised, and Satthralope and Glospin.
"Owin," Satthralope said. "I should have known."
"Yes," he said. "Why is Theta like that? Where's the family llama?"
Satthralope's brow darkened. "Revenge," she said. "And it ran away with him, don't you remember?"
Owin looked at her. "Right," he said. "For what, exactly? And the Omega family llama, you idiot."
"For being named Kithriarch before I was," Glospin said. "It should have been me. There is no llama in here."
"Yes, because causing three mental beakdowns to Cousin Theta is totally a good thing for your resume," Owin said sarcastically. "There should be a llama in here."
Clara stepped in. "Give him back and we'll do you no harm."
"The llama or Theta?" Glospin said.
Clara gave him an odd look. "The Doctor," she said.
"Oh. Come challenge us, then." He circled around and stopped just in front of the Doctor. "Come get him."
"No need," a new voice said from directly behind Clara, "I'll take her out of your hands." Something pressed against her mouth and before she had time to react, she was in a world of darkness.
