The Negative Space

[littlesummers]

Who: Dawn and whoever stumbles across her
When: Early Afternoon
Where: The Art Studio
What: Dawn discovers the art studio

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[blacks_lackey]

Turlough was similarly interested to find a new door in the library. Doors were made to be opened and so he stepped inside. "Well, this should do nicely," he said out loud to himself before spotting Dawn. "Hello, settling in?"

[blacks_lackey]

"Well, I was travelling with the Doctor. He's a Time Lord and I sort of... hitched a ride with him."

[littlesummers]

"I don't know what any of that means," she said plainly. "Wait... the Doctor, the other guy who was there when I arrived?"

[blacks_lackey]

"Time Lords are from Gallifrey. It's a self appointed title," he replied, slightly disdainful of the idea. "The Doctor's all right though. He's not like... what one might imagine.

"They use a TARDIS, to travel through time and space. Wherever they want, normally. Though, as I say, the Doctor isn't quite normal." He smiled.

[littlesummers]

Dawn was quiet for a moment as she absorbed what Turlough told her. It still didn't make a lot of sense to her, but she was a made of a mystical key so who was she to judge.

"So you traveled with the Doctor," she said with a small shrug, not really realizing what that entailed, "but that doesn't tell me anything about you."

[blacks_lackey]

He hesitated, because while he'd had an interesting life, it wasn't the good kind of interesting, nor something he'd talked about much. Thankfully, the Doctor didn't ask, Nyssa wasn't inclined to and Tegan was too suspicious of him to care.

"Well," he began, before deciding what exactly to tell her. "That was what I was doing when I was brought here. Hoping to get home, rather than ending up here, of course."

[littlesummers]

"And where is home for you?" she asked leadingly, making long sweeping strokes with the charcoal.

[blacks_lackey]

"Trion," he replied, putting on an apron before setting up the clay and a bowl of water at a table.

[littlesummers]

"Where's that?" she asked curiously, unrepentant of her badgering in her quest to find out more about her new aquaintance.

[blacks_lackey]

"I'm not sure, to be perfectly honest. I was brought to England not by choice," he replied. He started to work at the clay.

[littlesummers]

"This sort of thing happen to you alot then?" she asked making a broad gesture to the hotel around them with a charcoal smudged hand.

[OMG I am soooo sorry! Totally didn't think it was my tag! I thought it was still yours this whole time. My bad...]

[blacks_lackey]

"Mysterious hotels, not specifically, but I have experience of being taken without my will. It doesn't get better with practice."