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Tonks is proud of her name (chromatophoric) wrote in silverage,
@ 2011-06-29 11:27:00

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!log, amy pond, donna noble, nymphadora tonks

Who: Tonks, Amy Pond, and Donna Noble
What: Birds of a[n English] feather, flock together?
Where: The Welcome Center
When: Backdated to yesterday afternoon, after the conversations on the boards.

Tonks had gone straight to the community board before settling in. She had written her notes and then went exploring around the Welcome Center, taking an unofficial and impromptu sort of tour around the facility and sometimes returning in order to see what else was going on. The board thing was incredibly convenient, though she was trying to figure out how it worked exactly. Odd.

At any rate, it was informative at least. Odd, but informative. Unsure whether to take Snape's advice to heart just yet -- as the stubborn bit in her wanted to rebel against that entirely -- Tonks did figure that perhaps meeting the others around wouldn't be a bad idea. They could figure out how they each got here, find a common thread maybe, and then use that to go home. And these two women, Donna and Amy, travel in space. How cool was that? Tonks thought on this as she hung about the main entrance, looking for two gingers. She herself was still currently pink-haired, but maybe she'd go ginger for a bit as well later. It was always fun imitating Ginny's hair colour. Space cadeting her thoughts, the witch leaned back to press her back against the wall. She promptly missed, just a little too far from said wall for that to work, and ended up falling back on her ass instead. Slightly stunned, even if she knew that she shouldn't be, Tonks sat there and then started snickering at herself. "Dead graceful."

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fairytale_pond
2011-06-29 08:17 pm UTC (link)

Amy paid the cabbie and stepped out onto the sidewalk. As she stuffed the one bill she had leftover into her pocket she realised she was running dangerously low on the money the Doctor'd given her when she first got here. Probably need to find a job, she thought to herself with a scowl. She'd never really been one for steady employment.

Sighing, she turned to face the reason she'd come, the Welcome Center. The whole place had a fishy feeling to it, and her conversation with the "witch" on the message boards only cemented her desire to do some snooping. The Doctor was off doing... whatever he did (hopefully looking for a way out of here), so she decided to check it out herself. The glass revolving door was heavy as she pushed it in, but once she got it moving she stepped into the Center lobby and out of the summer heat.

She'd been told to look for the girl with pink hair (or green, or orange) and once cursory glance around the lobby was enough to tell her this girl wouldn't be hard to find. In fact, there she was now! ...Falling on her ass. Amy walked over to her, smiling, and offered her hand.

"Tonks, right? Amy. Help you up?"

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chromatophoric
2011-06-29 10:58 pm UTC (link)

Looking up, Tonks grinned widely and gave a nod. "Wotcher, then! And a hand would be fantastic." She stuck her own hand out at that point, hopping up without too much difficulty at all after the helping hand was given. "I'm a mite left-footed." The witch explained with a half sheepish smile, shoulder lifting up in good natured shrugging.

Amy was the first ginger she spoke with, the one who lived in the library right now. Which only served to remind Tonks about that muggle story and the children who lived in a museum. "Alright, then? I dunno if you saw, but there's another woman who's going to meet up. She flies with a spaceman too!" Which made Tonks wonder something else, "Are there many spacemen? I'd imagine so, considering space is so big. Still, that's fantastic to think about!"

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fairytale_pond
2011-06-30 12:23 am UTC (link)

"Not to worry," Amy said in reply to the 'left-footed' comment. "Spend all my time around two gangly boys, 'm used to it by now."

Amy hadn't heard anything about another woman meeting them-- possibly because she'd hurried out as soon as she had a reason to. The message boards were interesting, but Amy wasn't the type to sit and read about interesting things, she was the type to go out and do them.

"Dunno if there're a lot of spacemen. I mean, yeah, there are, but not many who travel like we do." Amy got a sad look on her face and continued, "'Parently there used to be more Timelords-- my friend's people, I mean-- but they're all gone now and he's the only one of 'em left."

Amy shrugged off the depressing conversation and faced Tonks hands on hips as though expecting something. "Now how's about you, then? Are there many 'witches?'" She thought about adding finger quotes to the word, but decided that wouldn't be the nicest thing to do. She tried to keep her mind open and her voice free of derision, but she still had doubts about the whole "magic" idea.

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chromatophoric
2011-06-30 12:45 am UTC (link)

"If I only had such an excuse. To be tall and gangly like." She sighed in an overdramatic fashion, trying not to laugh as she did it. Unfortunately, the witch was just a little shorter than average, so had no excuse save for spastic limbs.

A frown appeared at the talk of the spaceman being the only one left. "That's rather sad, really. I can't imagine being the only one left." Though, were certain madmen to have their way, there'd only be a certain type of magic left. The random thought made her wonder what the rest of the Order was doing -- how they were doing. She had to get back to them, and soon.

But the depressing talk (and thoughts) were pushed away, a laugh bubbling forth as she stared at Amy. "You remind me of a girl I know. Ginger too. Like my little sister, really." It was a tangent, a pretend tangent. "And people say we look just like sisters..especially if my hair's like this." Red. Not pink anymore, but a Weasley Red. Tonks had briefly thought on it, and the colour bled from one to another quick and easy.

And then she was answering the question, amused at the mild disbelief she believed she caught there. "Loads, really. We're everywhere, and you never quite know who we are. Aren't supposed to tell. Some of us even come from Muggles -- non-magic folks. My dad is a wizard with non-magical folks. My mum comes from a very long line of wizards and witches." Which made Tonks herself the proud little halfblood that she was. Then she grinned impishly, eyebrows lifting.

"Reckon though that you want proof." More proof than just her hair. "Got something in your pockets? Paper, bauble."

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fairytale_pond
2011-06-30 06:29 pm UTC (link)

"Woah." That was all Amy could manage when Tonks' hair changed right before her eyes from bubblegum pink to a shade matching her own. "That. is. wicked."

Amy was surprised that there were supposedly so many witches and wizards around. She'd probably run into some of 'em before but never known it. Then again, she reminded herself, the Silents were around for thousands of years an' nobody knew because nobody remembered. She wondered if, because this was before her last trip to the US in 1969, the Silents were still about, makin' everyone forget. "Tell me," Amy asked warily, "if... "muggles" see you doin' magic even though we're not supposed to, do you magical folk... you know, mess with our heads? Make us forget, like?"

Coming back to the present, Amy patted her pockets. The money left over from her cab ride, her (useless and turned off) mobile, and--

"Here," she offered, pulling a folded newspaper clipping from her back pocket. The bit of headline that was visible read,

LDING WITH NO PURPOSE: WHY
UILT?

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chromatophoric
2011-06-30 08:46 pm UTC (link)

She grinned impishly, "Go on. Touch it. Natural as can be!" Heels were rocked on, she had energy to spare and it had to go somewhere. However, Tonks did have the grace to look sheepish when she asked about charms and spells for forgetting. "Yeah, we do. Sometimes it's helpful like." The times that the scarier magic was done. The Dark Mark in the sky, like after the Quidditch game. "We try not to mess with you lot specifically? Instead, there are spells to make you kinda..ignore us. Like you get around a building we're using and you suddenly remember that you left the kettle on. Or recalled that you were gonna visit a friend in the opposite way. Misdirection, you know?" She winced too, apologetic.

But then she took the newspaper, peeking at it curiously before folding it up and taking out her wand from her front pocket. "This building really popped outta nowhere. Huh." She blew her cheeks up like a pufferfish, both thinking on that and debating what to do, and then nodded. Quick motions, folding the paper into an airplane, and then she tapped it with the tip of her wand. "Front desk, please." Had to give it a location, after all.

It was a simple spell, the same one used on memos in the department. Tonks held out her hand flat, the airplane resting there for a moment. Then it took off on its own accord and sailed smoothly from her hand into the air and straight to the front desk. Just as she asked.

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fairytale_pond
2011-07-01 12:02 am UTC (link)

Amy tried not to let the fact that wizards could erase her memory bother her. Tonks didn't seem dangerous, and she couldn't imagine her trying to do anything sinister like the Silents. "Just don't make me forget an' we're ok, yeah?" she said. "I've seen that misdirection trick before, with some alien technology. The Doctor calls it a 'perception filter.' Hell, there was even a whole room in my house I didn't notice 'til I was nineteen." Amy shuddered as she remembered the incident.

When Tonks began folding the newspaper into an airplane, Amy raised a skeptical eyebrow. But then the plane flew out of Tonks' hand! "Woah," Amy said. "Again."

"Can you teach me that, or am I outta luck for bein' a muggy-whatever?"

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chromatophoric
2011-07-01 03:21 am UTC (link)

"I won't. Mind that you don't go spreading the word if land back in your England? I dunno whether we share or not." They could, really. A world with magic could certainly be the same world with men in boxes that took couples for rides. Her eyebrows lifted when Amy mentioned that she knew the misdirection bit, eyes wider at the room in her house.

"My school had rooms like that! Had to look at it a certain way. Cock-eyed, usually. And there's a room that only appears when you absolutely need it." She flashed a bit of a grin then, "Got me out of a bind or two, that."

"Accio newspaper." Said aloud this time, with a point of her wand. The same newspaper clipping zipped back to her, faster than last because it was a different spell. Catching that, she handed it back to Amy, laughing. "Muggle. An the magic's sorta..innate? But we do learn the spells and all."

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fairytale_pond
2011-07-01 06:30 pm UTC (link)

Amy understood the need for discretion and assured Tonks that she'd keep her secret. Her use of the word "if" bothered Amy somewhat, though. She'd been trying to use "when" whenever thinking of home, as if positive thinking were enough to guarantee a safe journey back.

"Sounds useful," Amy commented on the room Tonks described. The TARDIS-- the Doctor's ship-- has loads of rooms that I've never even seen, an' they apparently change around. Like, the swimming pool moved itself into the library. Not the most logical place for it, but makes poolside reading that much easier."

Amy took the newspaper clipping back and unfolded it from airplane form. "Too bad about that. Would be fun to do some magic now an' then."

"Anyway," she said, looking up from the article and back at Tonks. "Are we waitin' for this other woman before we look around, or should we trust her to find us?"

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chromatophoric
2011-07-01 06:39 pm UTC (link)

If was used less in the context of them getting out of 1960's New York (of course they would!) and more in the context that a space/time traveler didn't necessarily know when they were going back home. And was it odd that Major Tom kept getting stuck in her head whenever she thought about their travels? Humming that briefly, absent-like, she lifted her eyebrows at the description of the TARDIS.

"Cripes! How big is this ship! Gotta be huge, yeah?" That had to be some cloaking magic he had in order to hide it all. "You sorta get to, though. Space cruising with a mate and your husband? That's a bit of magic, I think." She said with a nod before glancing around.

The other ginger-haired woman wasn't around yet. "I can leave a note up front? Where are we exploring first?"

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fairytale_pond
2011-07-01 07:05 pm UTC (link)

"It's big on the inside," Amy answered, "but the outside's just a blue police box." She smiled, laughing a bit. "The Doctor loves it when he brings someone inside for the first time and they're struck dumb by it, 'cause almost everyone is. The first time Rory saw it, though, he was totally cool an' just shrugged it off like no big deal." She sighed a bit remembering this. Being without her husband was getting harder and harder. She worried about him constantly, even though she knew the TARDIS would keep him safe. Most of all she worried because she knew he was worrying about her, wherever and whenever he was, and she wanted nothing more than to take his face in her hands and kiss him 'til he fainted...

...but that was neither here nor there.

Back in the present, Amy nodded at Tonks' suggestion. "A note sounds good. Is there any way you can, I dunno..." Amy wiggled her fingers and widened her eyes, "...magic it so she can find us wherever we are?"

"As to where first, why don't you show me the place where you're stayin', and we'll move on to uncharted territory from there."

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chromatophoric
2011-07-01 08:45 pm UTC (link)

"That is like magic, then! We've got spells for that sort of thing." She laughed, grinning at the fact that Rory - the husband, she assumed -was cool about it. "I'd like as enough be one of the dumbstruck ones." Tonks admitted genially, shrugging about it. Magic where it wasn't supposed to be, when it was science, was a little fascinating after all.

"I can do both." Decided with a nod, red hair bobbing with the motion. "I'll leave a note saying to find the chameleon in the umbrella stand. And that will guide her to where we are." With that, Tonks headed over to the front desk and wrote a note saying just those words. It was left and her wand taken out of her pocket again, 'Expecto Patronus' said quietly. The animal was clear, not fuzzy as some people's were, and in the exact shape of a chameleon. The silvery-blue lizard flitted off for the umbrella stand, curling up in wait there for someone to come find it.

"There we are. C'mon then. My room's upstairs." Heading back for the stairs, she spoke over her shoulder. "You know, I haven't seen a one other person here yet. But..they're here. I think."

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fairytale_pond
2011-07-01 09:06 pm UTC (link)

At first Amy didn't understand why Tonks would write about a chameleon on the note, but then all of a sudden she was watching Tonks'... ghost... pet... thing skittering across the lobby floor and jumping inside the umbrella stand. With a raise of the eyebrows and an impressed nod, Amy turned to follow Tonks upstairs.

Rubbing her hands together excitedly, Amy said "Finally, we're into my area of expertise." As they ascended, Amy understood what Tonks meant when she said she hadn't seen anyone else. The building was eerily quiet, the only sounds those of the girls' footsteps. At each landing they passed, Amy peeked out to see identical hallways of closed doors, with no signs of life. No doormats, no nameplates, no decorative plaques reading "Bless This Home" or some such personal touch. But still...

"I think you're right," said Amy, "there's no way a building this big would spring up so quickly with no one to live in it. There's got to be others.

"And for that matter," she added, "somebody must've built it. If we can't find out who ordered the buildings made, maybe we can track down a construction worker or electrician or something. The building's got to have a landlord. What if we tried calling and sayin' your plumbing's broke? Then we could wait to see who comes to fix it."

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