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Luna Lovegood (luna_llena) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-05 23:42:00

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!complete, day 03, location: gas station, luna lovegood, open, the doctor (ten)

Day Three - Morning
Who: Luna Lovegood and OTA
Where: The Gas Station
What: A quest for chocolate frogs and tea
When: Just after 9
Rating: TBA
Status: Completed

The shirt that she had been wearing that first night, and partway through the second day, it was partially shredded at the back with claw marks. Nothing completely unusable, because very little in this world could not be used in some way or another. But for the moment, Luna had a different purpose in mind for the cheerily colored fabric with its cartoon figures on the front of whatever X-Men were. She had strung it up with one of her suspenders from the day before to tie it into a pouch. And used the other to make a sort of strap, that should stay in place, even when she added some weight to the insides of the makeshift purse.

Andy had waited until she had woken up before telling her where he was going, and that he would be back. Which she had appreciated the fact that he had thought to tell her, it coming as sort of a revelation that someone would. A pleasant one, of course. Yet still something it took a second to wrap her mind around and absorb.

After he had left, she had made her purse-like thing, checked each of her bandages the best she could (twisting around to see her back was harder than it sounded), and decided to make an exploration of her own. Or, rather, a quest. For chocolate frogs and tea. An apple was eaten for breakfast, another tucked into her bag in case she did not make it back for lunch, the crunchy sweet juicy goodness of it making her quite happy with each mouthful. As she had slept fully dressed in dry clothes, shoes included, the blonde witch set off as she was. The events of the morning before had made her both careful to keep her feet and toes covered and warm, as well as making sure she left a note for Andy in case he returned before she did.

She would have told him before he left, but she had not had the mood and thought strike her to go looking for this 'gas station.' Luna was fairly sure that it was the same as a 'petrol station,' but considering she did not exactly know what that was anyway, it was a rather fruitless endeavor to attempt to find what it was. Oh well, she would likely find out its purpose when she arrived.

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luna_llena
2009-04-11 08:21 pm UTC (link)

The unusually, for this place from what she could deduce from two days, happy weather with a light breeze and bright sunshiney sunshine certainly would have brightened Luna's mood. If it had not been for the fact that she had not seen anything to be really upset about, and was therefore quite content. No rain meant that she could last the day in a single set of clothes, as well as not having to dry out her hair yet again. It was almost too long for her own ends, but oh well, she liked when the wind picked up strands of it and spun them around her. As if she could touch the magic of the world around her.

Luna was dressed in the same outfit as the one she had worn during the latter half of the day before, as it had dried overnight. Khaki short pants, a white shirt and suspenders. Thankfully with white, mud-specked sneakers, rather than barefoot. Her toes grew cold without warming charms, she had found, when she forgot her shoes. As she often did.

The store ahead rose like a phoenix in the distance, only without the flames, and the witch skipped the last few yards. To open the door and nearly bounce inside.

She really should have been surprised to be greeted upon entering, but somehow, she just was not. It simply did not occur to her to be, "Hullo." A moment later, "Oh, you are British as well." Followed by a, "Good Morning," accompanied by a returned toothy grin and the blonde ducking her head to look into her small 'bag' and withdraw her extra apple. "You look as if you could use this," she commented as she looked the stranger in the eye without fear and extended a hand holding the bright and polished apple.

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fromgallifrey
2009-04-11 08:31 pm UTC (link)

The blonde who'd chanced into the store was actually quite friendly looking, and British sounding to boot. For a moment his mind flashed to Rose's toothy grin, and it was all the Doctor could do to reciprocate his Cheshire grin in response to her own. "Good Morning," now, that was a refreshing way to start the day, now wasn't it?

"British? British sounding, I suppose," Technicalities always got the best of the Doctor. It wouldn't be fair to run around calling himself British when his accent was really more result of TARDIS programming and years of exposure than actual citizenship. Watching her fiddle with her bag, the Doctor's head canted a bit trying to figure out just what she was looking for. She didn't seem scared, or angry, or the sort who would be pulling some sort of weapon on him; so, when the apple was withdrawn he found himself happily confirming his suspicions.

Reaching out to take the apple the Doctor swayed a bit back and forth, "Thank you," he said, his stomach rumbling a bit in anticipation. "Can't say I wanted to eat the sweets," a gesture to the spotty selection of candy bars illustrating his point.

"I'm the Doctor, by the way," he extended his hand, "Pleased to meet you."

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luna_llena
2009-04-12 04:05 am UTC (link)

Luna's mind told her that the man in front of her was another Not-Muggle. She had only really met...well, she was not sure that any that she had met could be classified as 'Muggles.' Something about each and every one of them sparked the feeling that they were something else entirely. Perhaps it was just that she was not as familiar with Muggles as with those of the magical sort, any interaction she had had in the past had been fleeting. Two hours, at most, among those without any internal magic they could access.

She was far off subject, hm, that should change.

Luna liked his smile, you could tell a lot about someone by their smile alone, she thought. If you were observant you could see if it was a lie or a truth, if something else hid behind it. Evil did not usually smile, she knew, not truly. It was as if being saturated with evil made you unable to truly know joy, love and happiness. "Is it a puzzle?" the blonde asked, continuing her own grin. "How does one sound British, but not be British?" The tilt of her head then was not so much a tilt as a slight turn, although her eyes stayed on the man in front of her.

"Are you a ... Tikbalang?" The guess was not a completely wild one. After all, tikbalangs were well known in the Philippines, and were known for imitating acquaintances and their exact voices and mannerisms. She pursed her lips while considering, then shook her head. "No, you don't seem like a demon-horse shapeshifter to me." Really the poor things were just misunderstood, they were not so much 'demonic' as lonely. No one ever wanted to have tea and lumpia with them.

He took the apple, which was the final clue as Tikbalang's were well known to prefer lumpia and the grass to fruit, and she gave him a nod. "You are welcome." At his mention of sweets, her eyes widened (a difficult feat, you could say, for Luna's wide eyes), and she looked behind him. "Sweets?" A certain sweet tooth, Luna did have, the third back on the left bottom. Her much smaller hand went out to clasp his in a handshake, even as she was looking over at the only partially full display of candies.

"Making your acquaintance has certainly made my mind active," she complimented, as she shot a look up and up at him. "I am Luna, are you Healer Martha's 'Doctor' or are you a Healer as well?" The question/sentence seemed quite logical compacted as it was, more time to look through the array of hopefully chocolatey and coconutty things in neat little multi-coloured packages.

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fromgallifrey
2009-04-12 09:52 am UTC (link)

He smiled a bit when she asked him if his response to her question was a puzzle. The Doctor, for better or worse, didn't intentionally speak in riddles, well not usually anyway; so, to be accused of doing so was sort of humorous to him. Usually he just talk too much. He could see how she saw it that way, though.

"A what?" His mind ran through the list of countless civilizations, cultures, and species he knew. Whatever she had just called him he didn't know. Perhaps she'd made it up? Or, perhaps she was speaking in a dialect he was unfamiliar with? He wished he had his TARDIS translation circuitry just then. "Demon horse shape shifter?" The Doctor's head was spinning. She was the third person he'd spoken to that was going on and on about demons. "I'm not quite sure how to take that, actually," he said taking a bite out of his apple for added punctuation.

Rather than go into the whole last of the Time Lord's thing, the Gallifreyan just let his indignation linger a moment before washing it away with another bite of an apple. No sense being sore, it wasn't like she was intentionally trying to upset him or anything. Perhaps sleeping awkwardly was just making him a bit cranky. He never did seem to function quite right without enough sleep.

"Pleasure meeting you, Luna," he responded, watching as her attention went excitedly to the display behind him. "Oh, you know Martha, then? Oh, that's just brilliant!" His grin went wide. He liked when people knew the same people he did - usually it spoke volumes for them in the Doctor's mind (even if he didn't always show it. Case in point, Mickey Mouse.) "Did you just meet Martha here or did you know her before?"

Stepping aside he took another bite of the apple, looking over the candy bars with only a passing interest. "If I had to choose one I'd go with the Pay Day there - fantastic amount of peanuts."

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luna_llena
2009-04-12 07:17 pm UTC (link)

"A Tikbalang," the witch repeated, "They are not really demons, I did not believe such a thing existed. Simply shape-shifters who are lonely and kidnap people into the woods." Truthfully the ancient legends had yet to be substantiated, but given the creature's very nature, it was bound to be difficult to find. "Live in the Philippines, and the local population there have many stories of them there."

Really, it was not something she meant to offend by, even if she ever did mean to offend anyone. Simply a guess to answer what she believed to be a puzzle. So she simply watched him take a bite of the apple, as if to be absolutely sure that he was not a Tikbalang. Not because she was afraid of being taken into the woods and never heard from again, but because of the fact that she had always wanted to meet or at least see one.

Already, Luna's attention was on the candy display as if it held the answers to the mysteries of the universe. Or, at least, of the Crumple Horned Snorcacks' current location.

"I do, she was very much helpful with bandages," one hand stretched out towards the candy as she floated around him. "I am to see her again this afternoon." Martha had told her, after all, to return to shower and so that the Healer could check her wounds. Possibly to re bandage, but likely not. "Oh I met her here, yesterday, after the wolves were set upon the quarter giant and I." Sam had left the church with such a mixture of bad feelings on his face yesterday, she hoped she saw him again this day.

Her fingers faintly dancing over the colored packaging in front of her, she carefully avoided the Tear Jerkers and Cry Babies. "I tried Pieces of Reeses once, it was rather yummy." Still, she was curious about the others, finally settling on picking up a blue and white package marked 'Almond Joy.' As well as a small handful of little tubules labeled, 'Pixie Sticks.' "I liked Almonds, and I do like Joy. Oh! And there are chocolate and coconut! Lovely!"

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fromgallifrey
2009-04-12 07:56 pm UTC (link)

The young woman spoke rather dreamily as she described the Tikbalang. It sort of amused the Doctor in a way to listen to her speak. It was as if she were caught in her own daydream and he just happened to stumble in for the middle of the party.

"I'm quite glad to hear her proper doctoring has come in handy," he grinned a bit, finishing the apple with a terminal bite. He always appreciated apples, the way that they made him feel so full. Such an ingenious combination of sugars and fiber to make for such a wholesome snack. Nature's little flossers, too. Hard to say the apple wasn't one more the more ingenious items in the world.

"Quarter giant?" He asked, quizzically before deciding it best to let it drop in favor of the more obvious subject - the candy. "Those peanut butter filled ones, yes?" He liked those, too. "Shame they don't have any jelly babies," his voice kind of garbled by the disappointment that racked his features. "I'd say that one is appropriately named - coconuts are a sort of joy, aren't they?"

The Time Lord was grinning, really grinning. Not that this was such an odd thing; but, his grin had been a bit wanting lately. It'd come out when he'd say hello and even a bit as he listened to this or that. However, since that episode on Midnight he'd felt a bit under the weather as it were - dark clouds and all that mumbo jumbo. Even Donna had noticed - it had been her suggestion to go shopping. Not that he minded shopping; at least it wasn't a mimicry creature trying to take his voice.

"You ought to try just the plain old Hershey Bar," he said, reaching out to pick up one of the plastic wrapped bars, "Though, they haven't been the same since they stopped wrapping them in paper."

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luna_llena
2009-04-13 02:00 pm UTC (link)

Filipino demon-horses, Irish sea nettles, the current lunch menu, Luna had never quite realized that she spoke in a tone that was anything other than normal. Of course, you must realize, it was normal. Simply normal for her, which was entirely different classification of the word than most might apply it. Long ago someone, she believed it might have been Dean Thomas, had suggested that she read Alice in Wonderland. Something she had never gotten around to, but suddenly wished for a copy.

Wait, there was a library, was there not? Surely it might have a copy of the book! Perhaps after she chose her sweeties and found herself some tea, she would go to investigate the shelves for a tome.

"Oh, yes," she agreed. "Martha is a very knowledgeable healer." It was good that he was enjoying the apple, but she wondered something, "Is it not true then, about an apple each day keeping doctors away?" A shame, it would definitely be a shame if he somehow banished himself with that odd belief in apple magic that Muggles spoke of. They refused to believe in dragons, ignored ghosts, but believed in...apples?

Yes, quarter giant, Luna was still not dissuaded from the idea that one of Sam's grandparents must have been of giant folk. Most people she knew were simply not that massive. "Sam, he's awful big." She should know, she had been tied to him earlier, and knew that he was much bigger in comparison to her own size. "Too small to be a half giant, but too large to be completely without drops of giant blood in his veins."It was quite logical really. Annnnd there she went, back to candy, not that her mind had traveled far. "I have not had any 'jellied babies,'" she paused. "Are they good and not simply jellied human flesh?"

Her questions were honest and straight forward, even if the topics were not.

"Coconut is quite joyful, I think. Tis hard to be in a low mood when there is coconut around." The fact that he was smiling, it made her continue to smile. From a small twist to of her lips to a toothy grin, much grinning abounded. Like rabbit patronouses on a cloudy day, and it made her happy, because smiling was good for both the soul, and warding off the children of dementors. Imitating the Doctor, Luna picked up a Hershey's bar as well, looking at it with a careful eye as if it were a new creature to investigate. "Ooh, chocolate."

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fromgallifrey
2009-04-14 05:41 pm UTC (link)

Tucking the Hershey bar into his pocket the Doctor watched as Luna continued to babble on at a rate that rivaled Donna. She just kept speaking. It was odd for the Doctor to find himself out-talked by someone; yet, there he was held mute by an influx of rapid speech.

"I'd say the apples keep more Dentists away, then anything," he said off handedly, backing up to the counter and pulling himself up to sit there in much the same pose he had the first day of his arrival. His feet were swaying a bit back and forth as he sat there and listened. She spoke like she weren't ever exposed to these things before - with a sense of wonder that the Doctor thought relegated only to the world of Children.

He actually laughed a little at the ridiculousness of 'jellied babies' only because it was rather comical to think about. "Actually, Jelly Babies are a sort of jelly bean - they're made from sugar and flavoring mostly. They're fantastic conversation starters..." He was wishing that he had a pouch of them in his pocket right then, actually.

Raking his hand back through his hair he was trying to decide when Luna was from. Deciding it to be too much a puzzle for him to put together on his own the Doctor finally broke down. "Luna, you said you were from London; but, what year exactly?" It was asked like he was considering the weather. To the Doctor it seemed to be a logical next step. Strange phrases, not being used to everyday objects, having rather strange creatures and species. It was either she was from medieval times, or she was a nutter. Well, perhaps not a nutter; possibly from a parallel world?

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luna_llena
2009-04-17 05:36 am UTC (link)

If the Doctor believed she was babbling at high speeds now...just wait...

"Dentists?" Luna found herself repeating. Well, she did not find herself, as she had not been lost. Okay, yes, she had been lost and still was, at least in regards to knowing where she was in relation to her home. But in fact she was at least not lost in the conversation except that she did not know quite what a dentist was. "Oh!" she exclaimed upon the realization of what the word meant, hopping once in place as if she felt the need to punctuate it. "A Muggle teeth healer."

Hermione's parents had been dentists, she believed. Although, she would have truthfully admitted that the amount of time she had spent alone with the other girl was severely limited. Mostly boiling down to attempting to comfort her during crying jags in girls' lavatories when Ron had upset the bookwormish girl. Most of the information gleaned from such interactions were mostly along the lines of 'Ronald Weasley is a git' and 'I hope he gets eaten by a spider.' Not the most helpful batches of information, not at all.

She nodded her blonde head at the fact that these Jelly Babies, she carefully marked down the proper term in her head, were simply like Bertie Bott's. "Do they come in every flavor, or just in some? Because I did once try a Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Bean, but found that kippers was a taste I did not like." Was difficult to tell whether eating a bean that tasted of meat counted as eating meat.

"I did?" Honestly she could not remember if she had told him specifically if she was from London or not, but seeing as she had never hid it and the journals did pass along a great deal of information, it came as no surprise that he would know. "It was June, 2005, when I was taken." With one finger raised, even as she skip/hopped her way to one of the windowed compartments in the wall with bottle of liquid behind them, Luna was sure to mark the difference. "Wizarding London, not Muggle London."

She peered at the bottles, until she found one that was marked 'tea.' Only to wonder at the windowed door for a moment and cautiously open in. Luna sent a surprised and wondered glance over her shoulder at the Doctor after a bit of icey cold air rushed out and hit her, "It is a door to winter!"

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fromgallifrey
2009-04-19 07:11 pm UTC (link)

"What's that phrase now? Muggle?" He tried to place it; it wasn't quite something he'd heard before - and he'd heard a lot of slang and insults in his time. So, he wasn't sure how to categorize that one.

"Every flavor? Not quite - though, they're working on it. They'd actually made some that taste like buttered toast and popcorn last I checked. Quite ingenious little confections, actually." He was fond of them for their versatility; he hadn't managed to save the world with a Jelly Baby yet - but he was looking quite fondly forward to the day.

Nodding to the date of June 2005 the Doctor internally categorized her as from prior to his own time line - a simple enough thing to manage, really. "Wizarding? Wizarding London?" He wasn't quite certain what to make of that. Though, calling a portion of London that made him think all the more certainly that she must have come from a parallel world. Parallel worlds ARE sealed. If Luna's world became unsealed that would mean nothing less then the absolute possibility of the destruction of the universe. This whole situation seemed to be getting worse and worse.

The Doctor grinned as she mentioned the coolness of the cooler. It was probably just insulated - he couldn't hear the hum of any sort of motor to keep the thing cool. Though, he thought it was quaint the way everything held such wonder for her. Too bad she was from a parallel earth - the Doctor couldn't help but think he'd very much like to travel with Luna.

Peeling open his candy bar he broke off a corner, enjoying the taste of the rich milk chocolate. "Sounds to me like you're from a different earth than I am, Luna." He said thoughtfully with a sigh. "Any water in there?"

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

For someone who had never truly had to explain what the phrase meant before, she had been doing it an awful lot lately. There were laws about revealing their world to the Muggles, but she honestly had not considered it when Andy had first asked about children with powers and Yellow Eyed Demons. After all, there did seem to be some supernatural force at play, and the others did deserve any knowledge they could get. As long as it did not break other laws regarding more serious matters such as time travel.

Although that one mostly applied to any interactions she could/would have with Merope.

"Muggles are those without magic in their blood." It was an imprecise term, because of the existence of Muggleborns making it a much more complicated genetic concept than Luna really had the patience for. Mostly because she had no real interest in the subject, and prodding things about 'bloodlines' and 'pedigrees' was often dicey territory now.

Luna would like jelly babies, she thought, if only because she could be somewhat reassured of what flavours there were. Instead of magically dosed confections.

She nodded, "Yes." Instead of explaining quite what she meant by that, the blonde was far more interested in carefully tearing open one of the little paper tubes she held. The contents were carefully poured out into her upheld palm, to be inspected. Powder. Strange. The color of the powder was purple, like the tube, only fainter, she noted. And then, with deliberation, she licked the small pile of powder in her palm.

Her eyes widened and she looked over at the man sitting on the counter, "Oh! I like this." There was a bit of text on the back of the tube, and she tilted her head to read it straightways, instead of simply tilting the paper husk. "Dextrose. Hm."

As for the box of winter, it did not feel like magic. Nor did it make the noises that she had heard Muggle tech-no-logy make to cool things. And heat things, really most of it seemed to be quite loud for getting things done, it was easier to simply use magic. "Different Earth?" her voice repeated, then repeated. Although the latter was just her voice in the winter doorway, "I do not think so. We are simply...difficult to find when we do not wish to be found." With cooling hands, she plucked up a bottle of water, and two of tea.

Andy had agreed that celebrating continued life could be done with tea.

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fromgallifrey
2009-04-22 08:58 am UTC (link)

Magic in thier blood?The Time Lord mused silently. He didn't feel he ought to ask just yet if she meant magic in the literal sense; or, if magic was a word used for something else - like the varying uses of the word cool.

"I know London quite well - even where Torchwood has taken over the subways. Though, I do tend to try and avoid them, unfortunately. You lot haven't had any runs in with UNIT yet, have you? They seem to like to pretend knowing a lot about things they don't actually know much about at all..."

He watched as she carefully appraised and then finally tried the sugar dumped from the tube to her upturned palm. He'd never been much for the whole tube-of-sugar thing. "Dectrose - checmically modified sugar." Those humans, so good at giving complicated names to the very simple. Complicated and confusing names - he imagined Luna would probably have a hard time with some of them.

"Oh, believe me, I'm the sort who completely understands being obscure. However, I make it my business to know the obscure..." The Timelord's mind was working quickly. "Did you hear any episodes about manequins attacking people? or how about the Slytheen ship that crashed into the Thames? And if you're anywhere around Christmas then you certainly saw..." the Doctor stopped himself - there was no way of knowing when in 2005 she was from. Least of all she would have had an experience with the plastiques if she was in London - no matter what part.

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luna_llena
2009-04-22 09:40 am UTC (link)

Literal could have been Luna's middle name. Of course, that would mean her name would be Luna Literal Lovegood, which just did not have all that lovely a sound to it. In her opinion, at least. In actuality, her middle name was Hecate, like the Ancient Witch/Goddess. Oh yes, literal. Very, very literal.

She shook her head in answer to his question, "UNIT? I have never heard of either that nor burnt tree carcasses taking over the Underground. The word 'subway' was recognized, after Arthur Weasley had chattered on about subways, and Undergrounds, and giant worms with flowers atop their heads in American tunnels. Luna would have wanted to meet that worm, if not for the teeth he had described in great detail. That Hermione had attempted to explain some convoluted explanation of the worm being fictional, it had not garnered much attention from the younger woman. After all, Hermione did not believe in Crumple Horned Snorcacks, and therefore could be wrong.

In fact, that comment about pretending to know a lot about everything sounded familiar.

Luna really was enjoying her Pixie Powder, and had finished off the small pile in her palm. Only to open up a different color and try it next. The Doctor had an explanation for what Dextrose was, and it earned him a quick and sunny smile between colors of walking stick sugar. She paused mid lick of orange to look up, "Chemicals like the chemists'?" Neither word was in the oftentimes 'whacky' (as she had once heard it called) vocabulary of Wizarding terms, but simply things picked up here and there.

"Mannequins?" She shook her head, only to tilt her head at the next question. "Slytherins? Most Slytherins prefer land or air, although some do have watercraft. None that I know of crashed into the river of Thames." Luna finished her orange colored powdered happiness, liking the faint buzzing that came after she ate another. "It was June, Christmas months ahead or months behind."

The one and a half litre bottle of water she had extracted from the door to an opposite season as the one she had left, Luna took it over to the Doctor, the two bottles of tea cradled in her other arm. Against her chest.

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fromgallifrey
2009-04-22 10:11 am UTC (link)

(::Face-palm:: WTF was my head on my Brit slang? That's what happens when I reply at work and all I can think of is fucking structural steel... ARGH)

"UNIT - Unified Intelligence Task Force.. or something of that lot these days. They like to follow me around and generally blame me for things... Well, that and resort to guns. Can't say I fancy them much," instinctively his hands were in his pockets - the Doctor's traditional I really know what I'm talking about here pose. "It's probably for the best you don't quite know Torchwood yet."

"Chemists, yes. That and typical desire for giving sugar a name other than sugar. I never quite understood the name to rename something that already has a name. Makes more sense to just call it sugar and leave it at that if you ask me."

his head canted and out came his hands as he scratched at his head and curled his lip. She was good at trying to make sense of words she didn't understand, wasn't she? Perhaps she misheard - or she hadn't heard. "Not, Slyterhin - Slytheen They're from Raxacoricofallapatorias, actually. The bounced their ship off Big Ben and into the Thames..." He was certain she would have caught that - everyone thought it was a farce; but, the Doctor knew better.

"Well, if you were from my world I'd tell you to not fret about Christmas, it'll all get sorted," his nose sort of scrunched. It was that Christmas he lost his hand. He liked the hand. Now that hand was all bottled up in a jar. Shame.

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luna_llena
2009-04-27 06:01 pm UTC (link)

Listening to the description given, Luna formed the opinion that they did not exactly sound like the most polite of people. "I do not think I would fancy them either." Imagine, following people around and simply blaming things on them. It reminded her of Draco and his goons when they had all been small. Before actual power had come into the equation, and they had simply behaved liked little brats.

Oh, she had nearly thought a much different word.

"Guns are those Muggle weapons, right?" Luna was not particularly familiar with them, even if she had been a Muggle, England did not have a particularly extensive gun collection in the cities. Even the Muggle Aurors did not carry the weapons.

With a nod, she agreed with his assessment of oddly named things. "Muggles have the strangest names for things," she spoke as if she was not speaking to yet another possible Not-Muggle. "'A rose by any other name...'" While her knowledge of Muggle literature was extremely limited, she had once been given a volume of Shakespeare plays, and had found them quite interesting. Some even included faeries and magic.

No, Luna did not understand, but she was trying to. "I do not believe we are from the same Earth." That she had to agree on, because she doubted that she would have missed an event like that one.

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