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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
2011-07-01 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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