Andromeda Tonks - Youknowwhereways

[mm_lettie]

"Teddy, honey--" The boy was crying again and it was for that reason that she stepped out of the kitchen to go and pick him up from the play pen ... or she would have done so if she hadn't stepped out into some other place entirely.

She tensed, glancing around for a long moment before she resolved to simply sit down and figure out where she was.

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[not_the_lion]

It's a voice he hasn't heard in years - and a face he hasn't seen in longer, when he does look up - but it's more than enough to snap Regulus out of his book. Whether she's actual family or at a universe's remove (as usual) remains to be seen, but either way, this... could be interesting.
"Do tell me this doesn't mean the rest of the family is going to start pouring in."
Here, Andromeda, have a not-exactly-cousin.

(OOC: For some reason, the Milliposts tend to attract Regulus from my ridiculously big Neverwhere crossover, and so I reuse my LJ. Juts a heads-up.)

[nolongermoral]

Well, that confirms it.

"Bloody hell, I'm dead." She rubs a hand through her hair and tightens her grip on her wand (although it's still in her pocket). This does not bode well for anyone, she thinks -- Teddy will be all alone, and that's what causes her the most stress instantly.

[not_the_lion]

"...Likely not, actually. I'm not, in any case, and not everyone here is."
Make that a universe to the side. He can't see Sirius not finding his favorite cousin and explaining what he was doing alive again.

[nolongermoral]

"...o...kay." Because that makes complete and utter sense. No, really.

Just try harder, Andromeda. She scrubs her hand over her jaw. "Some sort of timeslip, then?" It's what would make the most sense, all things considered.

[not_the_lion]

"Of sorts. Pub at the end of the universe - not sure who thought it was a good idea, but it seems to work. It pulls people in from all sorts of times and places."

[nolongermoral]

"...and what happens at home while we're here?"

That's the paramount question. She's turned around to see her door, and if the answer is 'time keeps going', she'll bolt straight out of it again.

[not_the_lion]

"Nothing. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here half as often as I am."
Particularly on the days when he's keeping an eye on Ingress.

[nolongermoral]

"Good."

And she pulls out a fag, lighting it efficiently and leaning against the nearest stool. This is a much-needed break. Once she takes a drag, she glances to Regulus.

"...so. Not-dead. How's ... that going for you?"

[not_the_lion]

"Quite well, actually. I much prefer it to the alternative." Self-preservation was, after all, the qualifying ground for his Sorting.
"I expect you're at a world's remove from me, though. I don't see Sirius not filling you in, if he had the opportunity."
Silly worlds where drapery kills people.

[nolongermoral]

She looks undeniably eager about the thought of Sirius being alive until she recalls that he did say 'a world's remove'.

Then she frowns. "Did anyone else make it out, then?" Preaching to the choir, Regulus -- all the Blacks had been in Slytherin.

[not_the_lion]

"...That, I think, depends on how you mean. Sirius and I were the only ones who got to London Below, though Bella popped in long enough to make a few dozen enemies before I found it." But that's Bella.

[nolongermoral]

"Completely and utterly shocking, that." She manages to be deadpan serious for about twenty seconds.

"...oh. Well, that figures." No offense, Regulus. It's just that the rest of her family had been pretty efficiently wiped out.

[not_the_lion]

"In more general terms, I believe Dora made it out of the war alive. Couldn't speak to after that, though." He didn't stay long enough to find out.

[nolongermoral]

She stubs out her cigarette in a nearby ashtray and snorts, just a little bitterly. It's been only a few months since all of that.

"A world's remove indeed."

[not_the_lion]

"Ah. My condolences, then."
He's only picked up a few bits of information about the most common world's remove around here. That was a new bit.

[nolongermoral]

"I could write you up a list of all the condolences you ought to send out, but it might take a while and I'll just accept that one as a general sentiment," she murmurs, lighting another cigarette for the moment.