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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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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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