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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
2009-05-06 06:04 pm UTC (link)

"They are awful tricky little creatures," Luna agreed. The few Muggle references she had heard of about them were quite wrong. Native to Cornwall and Devon, she had met them more than once in their native habitat. But, thankfully, she had been deemed not a threat and summarily ignored when she had come upon them. After all, they rewarded consideration, and punished neglect.

Luna was slightly disappointed. It seemed that much of the Muggle references to the magical world that she had found had been taking the idea of magic lightly. "So, they do not believe in pixies?"

Carefully placing her stash of pixie stix in her little makeshift Marvel bag, she looked over at him, suddenly thirsty for that tea in her hand. "We use wands," she chirped out in the beginnings of a sugar high, as the dextrose hit her system. "Without a wand, I can neither apparate home, nor make a fire." Without a wand, she was defenseless.

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fromgallifrey
2009-05-07 08:53 pm UTC (link)

"Tricky doesn't begin to describe my experience," his mind was wandering in the direction of the carnivorous creatures that he'd encountered time and time again throughout the galaxy. Sharp toothed, dim witted creatures, pixies with their collection fetishes never failed to make him wish he'd kept a constant supply of everything in the universe in his pockets so as to appease them at any time.

"Some of them do," he responded to her question regarding humans belief in pixies. "Though, their interpretation is a little off," if by a little one meant about five hundred miles off target.

The Doctor started thinking of his experience with the witches during Shakespeare's time - people for whom words held power. "What about spells, do you use those, too?"

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luna_llena
2009-05-15 05:22 am UTC (link)

"Oh you've met Cornish Blues then?" Those were the trickiest of the lot, from what she had both seen and read. Of course he had already postulated that they were from different universes, which could mean that his world had not had the same sorts of pixies at all.

That was interesting, and Luna said as much, inspecting some of the displays around herself with quiet curiosity. "Many of what I have heard of their interpretations seem to be." Poor Muggles, they never seemed to get it right about magical creatures. Never got to visit dragons, ride a thestral or stroke the beautiful nose of a unicorn.

The chemically altered sugar in her system was buzzing away like a flurry of beetles dancing through her veins, a fascinating sensation. "Spells, yes, but a wand is used as a focus object. It grounds the magic within us and allows us to bend the pure power into a more suitable form."

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fromgallifrey
2009-05-16 04:23 pm UTC (link)

The Doctor shook his head. He didn't have much any idea what Cornish Blues could be. Pity, he sort of liked the idea of being a frontrunner for knowledge of interplanetary species.

"I'd imagine with practice, though, people might be able to accomplish things without their wands, yes? Sort of like those monks who are able to regulate their own heartbeats," or tuning in to psychic networks.

Striding up to the cooler the Doctor squinted within, taking in the various bottles and things - none of which really striking his fancy at the moment. Swaying a bit back and forth on the balls of his feet he let his mind wander back into the TARDIS for a few moments.

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