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Dora Tonks is (polymorphic) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-25 19:40:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 08, location: museum, nymphadora tonks, the doctor (ten)

Who: Tonks and the Doctor
What: Running to burn off energy!
Where: Starting at the Museum
When: Afternoon
Rating: Low-ish?

Tonks was irritated, truth be told. This was mostly because there was someone trying to be her. Some people might have thought it was ironic, that the person who could be people was upset over someone trying to be her, but it wasn't that. She was new here and still had to build people's trust. How, on Merlin's beard, would that be accomplished by the subterfuge used by someone else?

Not only that, but Tonks did not use that much slang. Or, if she did, it was generally because she was upset. Still, thought the pink-haired woman as she made her way toward the museum, the slang could come in handy. They were going to need a code eventually. Jean was right about that. Maybe rhyming slang was the code they could use. Hair was in pigtails, thanks to the hairties that were left on her person, and bootlaces tied up tight. Wouldn't do any good to fall flat on her face while running. Then she was looking for the man everyone called the Doctor, who would be her running partner this afternoon. Safety in numbers, and she was able to meet yet another person. Both were excellent things.

This was her line of thinking as she headed up the road. And stumbled over a half-hidden rock in the road. "Pavement. Pavement would be ace, thanks." Said to no one in particular.

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fromgallifrey
2009-05-25 09:59 pm UTC (link)

The Doctor had actually changed out of his suit. It was only a temporary thing as he knew it wouldn't be the best sort of thing to go running around in an already quite soiled garment at the moment. The suit, his trench, his tie - all of it were nearly his identity and it sort of pained him a little to fold them up and place them tidily away in the corner he called his own among the bits of wire and gaskets, and obligatory scraps of paper where he continued to work to refine the frequency of the sonic modulator.

Stepping outside, the Doctor looked left and right, wiggling his toes in his trainers. He wasn't going to go leaving his precious Chuck's behind during this run, that was for sure. The Doctor, dressed in a pair of jeans he'd salvaged, a sweatshirt, and his chucks, pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and looked expectantly down the road.

He caught sight of a woman with bright pink pigtails and canted his head. She looked like she was clad for a bit of a jog as well. "You must be Tonks, yeah?" He called, intentionally ignoring her slight stumble, quite certain she probably felt embarrassed enough already.

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polymorphic
2009-05-25 10:05 pm UTC (link)

She shook off the stumble easily enough, looking over at the voice and grinning brightly. "That's me! You're the Doctor, eh? Is that your full name like?" Tonks wondered if he just came from a place that named people based off of their professions. She'd read weirder things.

Coming up closer, she pulled out one of the hands that were in her pockets to shake his hand. "Nice to meetcha. Well, it'd be better if it weren't round here but you know."