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[andromynous]

WHO: Andromeda Tonks and you!
WHERE: Outside the MAC, inside the imPort clinic
WHEN: Sunday afternoon
WARNINGS: None so far!
SUMMARY: Heading to work, then ... being at work ... then possibly Damian's.
FORMAT: Quick, will match whatever's in tags!

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Outside the MAC

[origamiguardian]

[as usual, has her nose in a book--and just manages to stop short of running into Andromeda and her coffee cup]

I'm so sorry.

(((ooc: ok to 4th wall? She wouldn't make a big deal.)))

[andromynous]

{{{OOC: Yep, that's fine by me.}}}

[She blinks, taking a half-step back and then managing a smile.]

I think that would've been both our faults, really -- so don't worry too much. Crisis averted, as they say.

[origamiguardian]

[sees Andromeda juggling coffee and various items] Can I help you carry something?

[andromynous]

[She laughs, shaking her head.]

It's fine, but thank you.

[Once she shoves her communicator into her pocket again, it's much easier to manage the other two things.]

[invokings]

[ And outside the MAC as well is another English fellow, lighting up his own cigarette -- or well, making an attempt. The lighter he's using seems to have no fluid left and there's barely a flame with each flick.

Gil groans loudly, glaring at his lighter as if it's offended him. ]

[andromynous]

[Eyebrow raise.]

[It isn't as if she's in such a huge hurry that she doesn't have time to help out a fellow smoker.]

Don't have a spare, I'm guessing. I can give you a light, if you'd like.

[invokings]

Hm? [ It's as if he finally notices her. ] Ah, if it's not too much trouble.

[andromynous]

[He did seem rather preoccupied with his lighter.]

Not at all.

[She has to fumble with her coffee and cigarette for a moment before she can pull out her wand and set the tip aglow for him to light his cigarette from, but she manages after not too long.]

[inside the mac]

[fliesacomet260]

[ She's on her way to work herself! Tonks almost runs into Andromeda when they both have their head down for a moment. She's looking at her comm when she lifts her head at just the right moment. ]

Mum!

[ Tonks stops dead in her tracks, like a deer in headlights. Collision narrowly averted or not? ]

[andromynous]

[Very narrowly, fortunately.]

Oh, Nymphadora! I almost spilled my coffee all over you.

[In fact, she did manage to splash some over the edge of the to-go cup and on to the floor, but not onto her daughter.]

I was thinking of running over to your place tonight, dear. Did you get the other girls' opinions on the housing options?

[fliesacomet260]

Thank Merlin I looked up. That would've been painful.

[ Is this where she gets it from? ]

Yeah, I did. Luna adores the fixer-upper. Hermione doesn't seem to have much of a preference.

[andromynous]

[Andromeda's clumsiness is more due to her desire to always be doing something with her hands than anything, but it's possible.]

Well, you know my opinion -- if she's willing to put the work into fixing it, I think it would be nice to have a -- customized flat.

[tevinterrefugee]

[Fenris isn't far from the MAC as she is leaving, not nearly as distracted as she would be. He doesn't have much to do at this time of the day, and had taken to at least going outside, but totally not to keep up his attractive tan. I mean what? No, the fresh air is nice, and the way these buildings are seems to make the air suffocating. So instead, he is outside, sitting against the wall, mostly just people-watching, his comm in his hand only because he'd thought of it as a convenience. Being able to reach people was handy sometimes.

He would spot her, noting how many things she seemed to be doing at once. It seemed awfully unhealthy, doing so many things. She could hurt someone, but he supposed she must be awfully busy. How nice it must be.]

You should really watch where you walk, you could get hurt. There are metal monsters all over.

[andromynous]

[It takes her a moment or two to realize what he means, and a few more moments to locate the source of the caution.]

I'm not too worried about the cars, really. I try to look up before I get to the curb, at least.

[Since she's now speaking to someone, she sticks the communicator into one of her pockets. Now she's only doing one thing with each hand, which is a little more manageable.]

Thanks for the concern, though. I suppose I should be more careful...

[tevinterrefugee]

[He shrugs, supposing that it must mean that she simply knows the layout of such a city better than him. Not that this was news, just about everyone was.]

It is good to err on the side of caution, if you can.

You must be awfully busy to feel compelled to do all of those things at once while also attempting to make it to your destination. Late for something?

[andromynous]

Not particularly, no. I just like to keep myself busy, and I happened to want to smoke while I was drinking my coffee.

[She flashes him a small smile.]

I'm not usually a fan of being bored - although I think that people-watching is also a good way to pass the time.

[She just happens to be on the way to work, that's all. She always gives herself plenty of time to get there, though.]

[xuffasch]

( Damian is outside on the lawn, when she arrives. He looks well enough, but there is a certain gauntness to his face that hints at the amount of food he's actually eaten and the amount of sleep he's gotten since Dick's death. )

[andromynous]

[See, this just confirms that she does need to be coming over with these things!]

Hey.

[She walks over with the food once she spots him, sporting a sort of sympathetic-but-attempting-to-hide-it smile.]

I made far too much stew last night, and I didn't want it to sit at my place.

[This is actually true; she has not yet mastered the art of single-serving meal preparation.]

It's edible, at least.

[xuffasch]

( Damian isn't in the mood for sympathy. What he is in the mood for is action, and revenge. However, his medical state means that these aims are impossible to pursue, and that makes him frustrated and irritable. )

Is there some sort of inane custom about bringing over food as a condolence?

[andromynous]

Sort of, I think.

[She shrugs her shoulders, then adds after a moment,] When my husband was confirmed dead, I didn't want to cook for days. I didn't really want to eat, either, but I think it just made me feel worse in retrospect.