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Tonks, if you please (tonks_please) wrote in mirage_rpg,

It was becoming almost familar, really. She woke up, rolled out of bed, showered, and tried to decide if it was worth the small effort it would take to change her hair away from its natural color. After dressing casually, she decided that she wasn't quite at the point where she didn't care, and concentrated until her hair turned a dark red color that rather suited her mood. She left the room, and wandered. This was all becoming quite par for the course over the last few days. Being kidnapped had changed her, though probably not permanently. Nothing could really keep her down long, but for now, she was rather pensive about the whole thing.

Almost as familar was the blinking box on the desk of the lobby as she walked past. She did seem to end up greeting a fair number of people, and she knew the routine. She could leave it for someone else, of course, but the idea never really occured to her. It was distract her, she thought, to show someone around and all that. Also, if they were ever going to get home, she needed to scope out the new arrivals, see what they could offer.

Of course, she wasn't sure she did want to go home... but she didn't need to think about that. On autopilot, she continued what she had been doing before the kidnapping, and that was really all there was to that. So she collected the key and headed out, wishing that there was some sort of homing device on it so she could find it's new owner. Dark eyes scanned around as she walked, looking for someone who seemed confused, out of place.