WELCOME TO DREAMWIDTH, HERO...

[The communicator turns on, showing Boyd sitting comfortably at the desk in his office.]

Everyone I have an announcement that I’d like to make and that affects everyone in our community. As you all know the Porter recently sent back my friend Doctor Topher Brink. Doctor Brink was also the administrator of the Rossum Import Clinic. Since then the staff has done an admirable job of adapting to a difficult situation one I am going to alleviate today. City I’d like to present Mrs. Andromeda Tonks as the new administrator of the Rossum Import Clinic. Mrs. Tonks has years of experience in hospitals in own world and is the best candidate I could find to fill this critical position within our community.

Now with that out of the way I’ll get out of the way and let Mrs. Tonks speak and answer any questions you the community might have. Thank you. Mrs. Tonks?

[Boyd stands up from his chair and leaves the camera’s sight to make room for Andromeda to take his place.]

Ah, yes.

[Try not to look like such a deer in the headlights, Andromeda. You do have years of experience, after all. She slides into view of the camera, flashing a small smile.]

As Mr. Boyd has mentioned, I will be taking over as the administrator of the Import Clinic. It’s my hope that I can keep the clinic running as smoothly as Doctor Brink was able to during his stay in the City. An Import-run clinic is, now more than ever, a place that we can keep safe no matter what the City throws at us.

If there -- are any questions or if you have any suggestions, I’d like to hear them -- now, and in the future.

[There, all right. That wasn’t so bad. She lets the camera run for a moment or two longer, then clicks off the feed.]

((OOC: Blue is Boyd, Green is Andromeda. Feel free to comment here to one or both of them!))

[Backdated to shortly after the conclusion of this thread.]

[Andromeda looks just a little shook up, but this is -- at least more like work than some of the other things she's had to deal with in the Wizarding wars. She's had enough sense to change out of her bloody clothes, but she's missed a small smear of the stuff between her chin and her ear.]

This might be too late, but if any of you are planning on doing any travelling alone, I would strongly reconsider. Really, please be careful.

( Video weakly encrypted to Damian )

( Video weakly encrypted to Nymphadora )

[Andromeda is surrounded by what looks like a small mountain of gifts. Maybe she went a little overboard this year, but the holidays last year had been dampened by the whole impending doom thing, so she has to make up for it!]

I know that the Weasleys will be having their own holiday party at the nouveau-Burrow, but you know me -- I can't say no to a happy occasion. The Tonks-Lovegood house will also be having a little get-together on Boxing day -- with a potluck-style dinner. I'll be providing the glazed ham, of course, but everyone can bring whatever they desire. Normally I'd say later evening to cover the shopping blitz, but it doesn't seem so much as if that's a huge deal here, so let's go with around five.

Sirius Black, you've got a familial obligation to show for this one, at least for a little while.

( Private Video Feed to Dick Grayson )

[The house behind Andromeda looks quite like the typical just-moved-in home. There are boxes and wooden slats behind Andromeda that are neatly stacked, but still crowded -- and the walls, although blindingly clean, are bare for the moment.]

Well! It's been a bit of a whirlwind-week on my part. It's been years since I've even considered buying new furniture - at least big items: chairs, beds, that kind of thing.

[It's liberating in some ways. She feels a bit like she's making a fresher start even than arriving here, since she's going to be living in a house that's owned properly by family and not in some group housing project.]

That got me to wondering about what everyone does to make their new living space really homey. I'm feeling a bit stumped.

[If Ted were still alive, she'd see his messes and clutter as a sign of home. It had taken her weeks to even start cleaning up Ted's rubbish piles once his death had been confirmed.]

Volunteers who can make heads or tails of seemingly-simple diagrams are also welcome, of course.

[She holds up a sheet of paper and jerks her thumb over her shoulder.]

I'm hoping to get to sleep at some point tonight -- which means having an intact bed.

[The video feed clicks on, but the screen is still black. Andromeda's mother-in-law had a camcorder, but nothing so sleek and well-designed as this one -- it takes her a few moments to remember exactly how to work it past 'the little red light should be on'. To people paying attention, she looks like she's just outside the Porter building.]

Merlin's beard, if they made the buttons on this thing any smaller...

[She must have figured the thing out, because there is a clump of black-brown hair obscuring part of the screen. Andromeda pulls back from the screen and takes a breath. She looks -- tired, like she hasn't slept for at least a few nights. That's not inaccurate.]

There we go. You know, I was sure I'd just managed to apparate myself without meaning to, but it turns out that isn't the case. It would figure that I'd survive the war only to have something like this happen, wouldn't it? That's just how things seem to be going lately.

[There's a pause -- she looks off-screen at the dog tags that she set down on her table, frowning. They wouldn't have given her those if she was only meant to be here for a few days, she's relatively sure. That isn't a pleasant thought.]

You know, I really have far too much to -- do to be here. There's Teddy to consider, and...

[Her eyes become glassy quickly and she doesn't bother to look back at the camera. She wants more information about what exactly is going on here, but she doesn't particularly want to be here when there is a baby she needs to take care of at home.]