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Andy Gallagher is not the droid you're looking for (brain_ninja) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-03-21 00:17:00

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!complete, andy gallagher, day 01, location: church, luna lovegood

Day One - Morning
Who: Andy Gallagher & Luna Lovegood
What: Andy and Luna wake up in the woods (Arrival)
When: 8:45am
Where: Forest/Church
Rating: PG-13 to R(language)
Status: Complete

Mumbling to himself, Andy turned his head, eyes closed in a lazy form of tossing and turning. His eyes slowly blinked open only to squint shut again. Rain? He'd been inside...

His head was swimming and his mind felt thick and heavy...a little like he'd smoked way too much pot, although he'd been stuck in Cold Oaks with Sam, Ava, and Jake; there was no marijuana to be smoked. It would've been nice, he had to admit to himself dully, seeing as how apparently they weren't going anywhere and a freakin' demon had put them there.

Rain. What the fuck? Andy opened his eyes again and looked up, squinting. Not really rain...more like the kind of mist setting on a hose or something. "Lame..." he mumbled unintelligably as he grunted in distaste and sat up to look around. "What the hell...?" he murmured, looking around.

God, he felt like shit. Head swimming, eyesight just coming back into focus and he felt numb all over. Uh, and he was in the woods? No, seriously, what the fuck?

Andy sat in the mud, scratching his head. "Sam?" he called out, or tried to; his voice was scratchy and low, like he'd been shouting and lost it in the process.

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brain_ninja
2009-03-21 02:08 am UTC (link)

"I try not to use the mind thing if I don't need it," Andy replied. Anymore, went unsaid. He'd used it a lot in what was quickly becoming 'back in the day' for him, even if was really only less than a year ago. Between everything that went down in Guthrie with Webber and Trace and all that...well, it felt like an eternity. A lonely one.

Andy smirked. "A Jedi? Oh uh, it's..." his voice trailed off and he waved a hand dismissively. "Never mind." He didn't really know how to explain it, anyway, seeing as how he'd only picked up the word in casual lingo rather than from its source, whatever that was.

"A wand?" Andy asked. "Seriously?" He laughed a little and shook his head. "No, I don't have one of those." He grinned in amusement at the way she was feeling through her hair. He wondered if it was a tic or if she genuinely was looking for something in there. She had a lot of it, after all. "I could say the same for you," he pointed out genially. Scratching his head, he raised an eyebrow. "Devon? That in England? You sound English. I'm from Oklahoma. In America."

He watched as she demonstrated the size of the alleged flesh-eating spiders and made a face. "Ew, nasty. Well, in any case, if they're...around here..." he hesitated, reflexively wanting to say real things, "I won't let 'em getcha. I'm good for something, at least, huh?" he joked.

"Yeah, let's roll," he said, still feeling a little dizzy, but shaking it off as he started to walk. "You cold?" he asked, noticing that her dress, which was - much to his pleasure - white and thin, was starting to stick to her body from the rain. He almost hated to finish the sentiment, but he went on. "Cuz I'm wearing, like, a million layers and you can borrow the hoodie if you want."

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luna_llena
2009-03-21 02:38 am UTC (link)

"Well, that's good," Luna's voice was nearly playfully prim. "Making people do things they do not want to is awful naughty thing to do." At the moment he did not strike her as the dark magic type, they tended to blast you the moment you were in range. Besides, they were mostly underground or in prison now. Those that had survived anyway.

The tiny blonde nodded, "Yes, every witch or wizard has a wand." She stopped searching her hair, "My professors never did like me using it to keep my hair in place, but how else am I supposed to keep it out of my face?" It seemed like common sense, because it was not only helpful, but in easy reach. Strange to be without it now, after so many years with it at hand always.

Funny to consider her accent out of place, even though it was a Devon accent and therefore considered just a little odd to other people. Or so she had been told. "Yes indeed, I live in London now, however." The name Oklahoma seemed somewhat familiar, although she could not place where if at all she had heard it before. "Oh America, that would explain it then. I have never met an American before."

Bestowing a toothy smile upon the man, "Why thank you. Just remember that they're awful ticklish." Especially around the knees, but she was sure that he already knew that.

Andy pointed out the temperature, which she had not quite noticed until just then. Even though there was a bit of fog around her breath, which she had played with earlier, puffing her cheeks up and blowing out hot air for fun. "That would be very helpful, thank you." Even after all these years, it was just strange to not have someone stealing her things for fun. Someone lending her something of theirs was entirely new.

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brain_ninja
2009-03-21 02:51 am UTC (link)

Andy laughed at the tone in her voice and pulled a face, amused none the less. "Yeah, so I hear." He gave her an apologetic look before it morphed into a smirk. "I'll try and behave myself, Luna, I promise." He held up two fingers. "Scout's honor." Or whatever. Andy hadn't ever been a boy scout.

Raising his eyebrows, he looked back at her. "I thought wands were specifically for fairy godmothers or something," Andy replied, still amused but also bordering now on completely lost. "I also thought that was all bullshit, but apparently not?" he asked, smiling.

"Well, as I live and breathe," he replied. "I'm a Yank. I've never met a British person before, either, so hey, hooray for meeting new people, huh?" he joked.

God, she was cute. Andy wondered if she had any idea just how much so. Probably. The good looking ones always did. If they ever found Sam, likely she'd never give Andy another glance, he assumed. Maybe finding Sam wasn't such a great idea after all... "Ticklish? I am not tickling a spider, peaches, ain't gonna happen. Especially one that big." He shuddered at the thought of even seeing one, much less touching or tickling one. Ticklish spiders the size of one's hand who ate human flesh. Andy made a mental note never to visit London. Ever.

He was admittedly a little disappointed that she'd taken him up on his offer. Luna seemed a little flighty, so he'd kind of been hoping she'd shrug it off and he could continue to enjoy the view, but when she thanked him for the offer, Andy shrugged off his jacket and held it out to her, waiting until she took it to pull the hoodie up over his head. "The jacket's not as warm," he explained as he took it back and held the hoodie out to her. "It's not lined. That's got fleece on the inside. Sorry if it smells like pot, but hey, whatever works, right?" he asked as he shrugged the jacket back on and kept walking beside her.

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luna_llena
2009-03-21 03:09 am UTC (link)

His hand signal earned him a tilt of her head in contemplation, her brow furrowing for a second. An odd phrase, to be sure. While she did not really understand how a scout came into the equation, she brushed off the thought as some sort of American thing. Luna Lovegood considering anything odd was just a strange idea to contemplate, another fact her mind did not dwell on in the least.

"I have yet to meet a faerie, but I suppose if their children required spiritual guidance, a godmother would be a suitable solution." With a nod to acknowledge that that thought solved everything to her mind, a stray piece of hair flopped onto her forehead. She brushed it aside with a flick of a finger, without even thinking about it.

Luna smiled, "Yes. New people are always fascinating, unless they're attempted to explode you or set the neighborhood on fire." Her statement was relayed without rancor, in a dreamy tone. As if she was speaking about how drizzly the weather was at the moment, or that candy was sticky when you chewed it.

Blissfully ignorant of Andy's thought processes, Luna's attention was on some nearby toadstools. She bent over to peek underneath them, and was slightly disappointed to see that no gnomes lurked beneath to take shelter from the rain. Hopefully they did find someplace dry in the meantime, no one enjoyed getting caught out in the rain. "They are not too bad, Acromantula spiders grow to be the size of the engine of the Hogwarts train."

While holding Andy's jacket for him, she peeked to see if there was some sort of emblem on it. She was still wondering if he was simply a Muggleborn who had been overlooked by one of the American schools, after all, full Muggles did not have any magic of their own. He handed her the hoodie, and she sent him a thankful smile. "I don't mind if it smells of pots, Herbology was one of my favorite courses." With a wriggle she slipped the sweatshirt on over her head, over her far too clinging dress.

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brain_ninja
2009-03-21 03:33 am UTC (link)

"Yeah...wait. What?" Andy asked, scratching the back of his head and looking back at her with confusion firmly etched into his features. "I was kidding about fairies...joke. You know, 'ha ha?'"

He gave her, however, a fond smile when she flicked some hair out of her face. "Here," he said, reaching over and tucking her hair behind her ears. "That always worked really well for Tracy," he said with a hint of sadness in his smile as he dropped his hands back to his sides.

"That's kind of a heavy statement..." he said unsure if he should be amused or horrified, however he was leaning toward the former.

Either she was completely oblivious or she was teasing, but Andy couldn't help himself from craning his neck to take an appreciative glance when she bent over. He looked away quickly when she spoke and then returned his eyes to her face as though he'd never been looking at all. "Damn..." he breathed. "That's some scary shit." Either that or she was insane. Quirky and cute, though, so he supposed it'd be pretty easy to get along with her either way. They seemed to be doing well enough so far, anyway...

"No, no, not pots; pot. Weed? Grass, cannabis, marijuana... you know?" Maybe she hadn't actually misunderstood, though, now that he thought about it, because she'd mentioned herbology and it certainly was a herb, he supposed. "Better?" he asked, raising his eyebrows once she had the hoodie on.

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luna_llena
2009-03-21 03:56 am UTC (link)

Luna's lips stretched into a smile, "I didn't realize. It was quite funny now that I think about it," distractedly she laughed for a second, as she reran what he had said in that context. Even while she wondered if the children of Fae required spiritual guidance. Never before had she heard of a Fae needing a wand to focus their magic, however.

There was no flinching away from his fixing her wayward hair. That short-lived tic of hers had appeared and disappeared long ago. "Tracy?" Came the curious question, wondering at the name. It was an unusual name, she thought. Even as she sounded it out in her head. Ter-ayh-cee. Huh.

With a wave of her hand, Luna dismissed her former words. Or rather the memories of their truth, "Truthfully, there has been little cause for alarm in years. The Aurors handle any such problems anymore." People could do wondrous things, she knew, even while some rare ones did bad.

She nodded, "Ron always did go on and on about how several attempted to consume him when we were all children. Never did tell me whether they had three white spots or two, I consider it a lost opportunity." Acromantulas did not overly interest her, people already knew they existed, and therefore were not a challenge. Always on the look out, she was, for a mysterious creature to be discovered and studied.

"Oh!" Came the sound of realization, "Like Pipeweed? I once met a wizard who was always smoking the stuff. Had an obsession with jewelry." Not many wizard that she knew of were so attached to golden, shining things, but to each their own in her opinion. Smoothing her hands down the front of the hoodie as she settled into the fabric around her, she nodded. "Very much so." If she had had any clue as to where her wand was, she could have cast a warming charm, but a Muggle piece of clothing did quite well on its own.

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brain_ninja
2009-03-21 04:07 am UTC (link)

Andy watched her with amusement and could nearly see the cogs turning in her head. When she repeated Tracy's name, his smile faded and he nodded succintly, looking away from her. "Yeah, Tracy. She was my girlfriend, once upon a time," he said softly, shrugging. "Doesn't matter. I just thought I'd give you hand; you've got a lot of hair," he added.

He raised an eyebrow in confusion at her, giving her a sidelong glance as they walked. "Aurors?" he asked. "Is that what they call cops in England?" Sounded logically enough to him, anyway.

When she went on talking, he caught a male's name. "Ron your boyfriend or somethin'?" he asked as casually as he could manage.

"Uh, yeah? I don't know, I've never heard of pipeweed, but it sounds about right," he laughed. "Man, first thing I'm gonna do when I get back home is smoke a bong, seriously," he said, running his hand over his hair again when water droplets started to fall into his eyes from his bangs. "Good," he said with a smile. "It was at least relatively dry cuz of the jacket, I guess, so that's a good thing. Luna - 1; Andy - zilch." He laughed.

Up ahead he saw a glint of what little sunlight was peaking through the clouds reflect off of something. "Hey, I think we're getting somewhere, actually..." he said thoughtfully. "C'mon," he added, walking a little faster.

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luna_llena
2009-03-21 04:56 am UTC (link)

Sympathy reigned, "I'm sorry." She understood healing wounds from losses, be they from simple separations or death, whichever one this was. Never had she meant to pry into a wound without meaning to. The next statement he uttered however had her on an entirely new line of thought, leaving grief behind. With two fingers she picked up a strand of its length and looked at it with inspecting eyes, oddly focused for once. "I do, but cannot bear to cut it." Always she had had magic to be able to manage it, and had yet to consider its upkeep without a wand or spell.

Luna's walk did keep her relatively at Andy's side, although she would occasionally veer away to look at something new. Either to watch for gray-eyed lackneys in between the trees, out to steal food from Muggle creatures, or to keep a weather eye out for pixie dens in the branches and leaves above their heads. "Cops?" She paused mid skip to consider it, although she did not recognize the word. "They collect Dark Wizards and Witches like butterflies with nets and pins. Only they are deposited into prisons, not displays for the walls."

At his question about Ron, she immediately shook her head, loosening a part of a leaf that had somehow escaped her earlier attentions. While it fluttered to the ground, she explained. "Ron is a friend who liked to call me Loony Lovegood when we were in school." The nickname she did understand, because she was not considered normal by even wizarding standards. No offense was taken, normalcy was for those who did not feel free to be themselves anyway.

While she was not sure what a 'bong' was, although it did sound like the sound a gong made when struck, Luna nodded. The rain did not bother her overly much, she was from England after all, this was practically the average forecast.

She noticed something ahead a heartbeat after Andy did, and was hurrying along ahead herself. Despite her relatively short legs, her skipping brought her farther in a short amount of time, until she pulled to a stop in the small clearing ahead. "A church," she announced, studying the building casually, tilting her head just so to the side in order to make it appear to be straight.

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brain_ninja
2009-03-21 04:58 am UTC (link)

Andy shrugged. "I'll get over it," he replied dully. He looked back over at her and she seemed to be examining her own hair almost as if she'd never seen it before or that it was, for some reason, exceptionally interesting at that very moment in time. "Don't cut it," he said with a small smile. "Guys dig the chicks with really long hair." It's really fuckin' hot when you guys throw your heads back and it flies all over the place when you're on top, too, he thought with a mischievous smirk he tried very hard to hide from her.

It didn't pass Andy's realm of attention that Luna seemed to be sort of veering off into her own little world, checking out little things here and there, but she was keeping up with him, so he didn't say anything. "All right, cops, yeah, basically," he agreed. Weird cops, but whatever. Same difference, he decided.

When she shook her head and clarified that Ron was just a friend, Andy nodded, although his expression was slightly sympathetic. What sort of a friend had that kind of nickname for someone, anyway?

As they reached the edge of the tree line, Andy noticed the dirt road before he registered that the building before them was a church. She announced it just as he made the connection. "A fucking dilapitated church, like the Leaning Tower of Piza," he joked.

The sun was trying, it seemed, a little harder to peek out of the clouds, but it didn't seem to be making much progress. The rain, however, seemed to be picking up a bit and the wind was starting to blow. Andy shivered. If he was cold, she must be freezing... "Wanna go inside and see if there's anybody in there? Or, like, a phone or something? We could call a cab and go to the nearest mode of transportation. I dunno where this is...I fell asleep in the US, but...I have a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore, so...who knows," he muttered, looking over at her.

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luna_llena
2009-03-21 02:58 pm UTC (link)

Dropping her hair from her fingers, Luna watched it filter down, drizzly raindrops attached to it. With her somewhat odd, unblinking eyes, she paused to look over at her companion. "I did not know that, interesting." Facts were always important to collect, you never knew when they could come in handy. Such as those of the male persuasion finding long hair temperature efficient.

"They used to be a part of the Rotfang Conspiracy," she added conversationally. "Attempting to bring down the Ministry of Magic with a combination of gum disease and dark magic." With a little hop, she attempted to see into a hole in one of the trees, before turning around to look at Andy again. "Harry tells me that they have stopped now though."

Missing the sympathy that appeared on his face, Luna's one expression settled into one of happy serenity. As if they were not in the middle of nowhere with no clue as to where, or how they got there. This could be an informative adventure. She might not have been an adventure seeking Gryffindor, but the Ravenclaw in her was brimming with curiosity to know more. It might not be the first time she had appeared where she had no idea where she was, but at least this time it was outdoors and not in any dungeons. That was a definite plus.

"I went there once," she mentioned offhandedly. "Stone Sprites had attacked the foundation, although it would likely not be as interesting without their presence."

The wind and rain picked up loose strands of her hair and whipped them around her face, as she looked up at the (relatively) massive structure. "Maybe there's a fireplace, and we can Floo out of here," she added hopefully. "I was at the Quibbler in London myself."

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brain_ninja
2009-03-21 03:41 pm UTC (link)

Andy gave her an impish grin and shrugged. "True story," he replied. At least, he dug the chicks with long hair, anyway.

It seemed like half of the things coming out of Luna's mouth were gibberish or bullshit, from what Andy could tell. Maybe that Ron guy wasn't too far off, actually, with the Loony thing... "Ministry...of Magic," Andy said more than asked, skeptically. "Right..." He paused and looked away from the church, back at her. "Is Harry your boyfriend?" he tried. Jesus, this girl knew a lot of dudes...

While Andy looked back at the church briefly with confusion and frustration, Luna, he noted when he looked back at her, seemed fascinated. He almost wanted to ask her if everything was interesting and new to her, but he held his tongue. "The Leaning Tower, you mean?" he asked, when she'd said she'd been 'there' once. He wasn't even going to ask what Stone Sprites were. He was entirely certain whatever they were, if not a figment of her imagination, he didn't want to know.

"Okay, don't you mean 'fly' and what does a fireplace have to do with flying?" he asked, wondering why the hell she was speaking in past tense. "I dunno what the Quibbler is...then again, I've never been to London." He paused and started toward the church, his sneakers crunching against the dirt road, which was a much better sound than the nasty squelching they'd been making in the mud. "At least if there's a fireplace we can get warm. I'm freezing my ass off here...aren't you?" he asked over his shoulder as he strode up to the building.

Slowly, he made his way inside. "Hello?" he called out. "Sam? Jake?" He paused. "...Ava?" he asked with much less interest. That was when the stench hit him. "Jesus Christ, what's that smell?!" he gagged, covering his mouth and nose with one hand and grimacing heavily. It stunk of rot and mold. Like a dead body, he thought uneasily. Or, more accurately, food that had been left out for far too long and had gone very, very bad.

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