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Tonks, if you please (tonks_please) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-06-13 17:52:00

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complete, day 3, marcus cole, nymphadora tonks

Who: Tonks and Marcus
What: Horseback riding and most likely plotting to escape the planet.
When: Day Three, Morning
Where: The stables
Rating: I'm gonna say PG-13
Status: Complete

During the night, the young witch had had a bit of a brainstorm. Not a useful one, like how to get away from here, but still, one that she awoke eager to try out. Much earlier than was usual for her, the Auror bounced out of bed, wearing her oversized Weird Sisters t-shirt that she usually slept in. Glancing around at her room, she screwed up her face and concentrated. The pink walls turned into an equally brilliant purple, and she grinned in satisfaction. She might not intend to stay here long, but she really was enjoying the ability to change these surroundings at will.

She quickly showered and then changed into her chosen outfit of the day. Jeans, of course, because she pretty much always wore them. But this time, she chose a bright purple pair instead of her normal blue jeans. Pairing it with a black t-shirt, she looked into the mirror and nodded in satisfaction. Her hair, which had faded to it's natural brown hue during the night, took just a second to fix. Soon, it was jet black. An unusual choice for her, but she went with it.

Soon she was ready, and heading to the food area. She didn't stop in the restaurant this time, since she was in a hurry to try out her new idea. She stopped by the kitchen, snagged an apple and a granola bar, and as far as she was concerned, she was ready to go. Munching on her breakfast, the young Auror made her way down to the stables. She looked doubtfully around at the large beasts, and then sort of picked one at random that she thought had nice eyes, and wasn't going to kill her. Then, it was time to see if she was right...

Closing her eyes as she clambered on, she tried to pretend it was a broomstick she was straddling. A few large broomstick. And, this time, she didn't fall off. With a cry of satisfaction, she pressed her heels into the beasts flanks and off it went, like a shot, with Tonks somehow managing to cling to the saddle like a burr.

She didn't know how long it had been when she came riding back, having explored many of the trails around the place. Finally, though, she was tired, and headed back towards the stables. No one seemed to be around, really, which the young witch wondered about. But just as she was thinking that, she saw someone in a dark coat walking by. She was riding pretty fast, so she didn't see who it was. Curious, she turned the horse around and cantered back towards whoever it was.

"Hullo, there!"

She waved in a friendly way, and even managed to stay on the horse at the same time, which was damn impressive considering the last time she'd tried to ride, she hadn't been able to even stay on once the horse started moving.

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marcus_cole
2008-06-13 09:28 pm UTC (link)

Marcus had slept well in his larger-than-strictly-necessary bed, and had awoken as bewildered with his bizarre room as he had been when he'd fallen asleep the night before. After an hour of meditation and a quick shower, he'd headed out for the dining hall. Many of the other "guests" of the facility were hurrying off to various places. Some appeared dressed for an outdoor adventure, while others were headed for the main building. Some of the people he saw had faces that showed great excitement and anticipation, while others had expressions that much more resembled dread. He had no idea what was going on, nor why he had not been required to go somewhere. His fellow abductees certainly displayed an amazing variety of attire, but it wasn't anything he wasn't used to from his time spent in interstellar ports, like Babylon 5. Just a lot less space-suits.

When he arrived in the dining hall at quarter-to-nine, most of the other diners were finishing up and hurrying off. No stimulating breakfast conversation today. He'd have to look elsewhere for information about their situation. That was alright. He was looking forward to doing some more exploration. After he'd finished his breakfast of french toast and fried eggs, he headed out to the yard to decide which direction to head off in this day.

As he crossed the yard, a woman riding a horse sped past him, then suddenly made an abrupt turn and came back his way. As she called out to him, Marcus recognized her as Tonks. He hadn't seen her since the day before, but he had had a favourable first impression of her.

"Tonks! Hullo!"

He waved back, stopping and waiting for her to approach him.

"That's a fine steed. Where did you find him?"

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tonks_please
2008-06-13 10:31 pm UTC (link)

Holding on with just one hand and feeling quite proud of herself, she grinned as she looked down at the dark-haired man that she now recognized as Marcus. She'd enjoyed their last conversation mostly, although parts of it had been somewhat strained by their recent abduction, and suspicion of each other. Still, she'd known him a full day longer than anyone else here, which practically made them best friends, as far as she could tell.

"Oh! Wotcher, Marcus?"

Without waiting for a response to her question, since no one ever seemed to even know what 'wotcher' meant, she continued on, stopping the horse in front of him and looking down into his face with a friendly smile. She was impressed, actually, that he recognized her. The last time she'd seen him, her hair had been a much different color. Many people couldn't see past that. Clearly, he could.

"From the stables, but I'm about to bring him back. I figured out how to horseback ride, it wasn't much harder than riding a broom, when it came down to it!"

Cheerfully, she swung down from her seat on the horse's back, deciding that she would walk him the rest of the way back, in Marcus' company. If, of course, he was interested. But she didn't have time to ask before her hand slipped from the saddle horn, and she started falling. Her typical clumsiness, somehow suspended when she rode a broom or, now, a horse, re-asserted itself, and she tumbled from the sadle.