taxonomites | 001: [HOLO] Cheerleader wants to go home.

It's just another day in the life of Claire Bennet.

Only a moment ago, she had been sitting at a table in a diner, in the company of her biological family and her very tired father. They'd just watched a press conference on MSNBC given by a person who looked like Nathan, but was really Sylar with a new ability. And the last thing she remembered was Nathan looking more pissed off than he had when she'd called him Senator Skyboy.

She's not with them anymore, so she looks around. She looks for Hiro, because it's possible that he got his ability back and pulled her out of there. Why would he do that? Claire has nothing but questions; questions that will be of no use to her here, when she has no one to answer them.

She feels something nudge at her feet, and gives a relieved sigh when she notices that Mr. Muggles is with her. When she kneels down to greet him, she notices the bracelet on her hand. She didn't put it there, and she's not sure whether to leave it on or try to take it off.

"Hey," she tells Mr. Muggles quietly, lifting the anxious dog into her arms. "It's okay." They've survived weirder things than this. Her head hasn't been cut open and she's not twitching on the coffee table. She can fight if she has to, if anyone tries to hurt them. It looks like they're in Tomorrowland, and it wouldn't surprise her if Rosie from The Jetsons was the person who came onto the platform to greet her.

Why couldn't it be Hiro with his powers?

"Hello?" Claire calls out, raising her voice to try to get the attention of something or someone that might be able to help her find her way out of this. "Is anyone here?" If her dad was with her, he'd be telling her not to give anyone the advantage of finding her before she can find them.

Not that her dad would believe this. She feels a little like Alice in Wonderland, and wishes she could blame it on the book. But throwing the blame on a magical book?

It's not a magical book, but it might be a magical Blackberry. Claire picks up the tablet on the pedestal next to her and touches on the buttons until a map glows out at her. Taxon. She doesn't know what Taxon is, or who's around. Maybe the rest of her family already came through here. "It looks like there are other people around."

Mr. Muggles whimpers a little at the tablet as Claire makes her way down to the door, pulls it open, and starts out. For where, for what, and for who...she hasn't exactly figured any of that out yet.

She needs some time to think.

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"Hello, Mr Muggles!" Luna said, waving a hand at the dog and addressing him as politely as she would address any human being. He didn't look very much like a crup, really, since he didn't have a forked tail. It was a very clever name, though. She would have laughed, but it wasn't a joke and so that sort of thing wouldn't be polite.

"I'm afraid I don't know who did it. Nobody does. If I could find the imps powering these machines, I'd be able to ask, but they seem to be sealed inside."

Claire smiled when Mr. Muggles barked at the image, his tail wagging excitedly. He didn't seem to like the tablet unless someone was using it to give him attention. She couldn't blame him, because she didn't know what to think of any of this yet, either.

"You think there--" she stopped, wanting to rephrase her question so that she didn't make a fool out of herself. "Can you talk to machines?"

"Of course not," said Luna, radish earrings swinging wildly as she shook her head, "But I can talk to the creatures that are powering them. They're very shy, but I'm sure they'll be fine if we're polite."

"I've never heard of creatures powering machines before," Claire admitted, confusion creeping into her voice. She wanted to think that the girl was wrong, but she knew better than to assume that it couldn't work that way somewhere. She was a long way from home in a city she had never heard of. Anything was possible.

"My name's Claire," she added, remembering that she'd given her Mr. Muggles name but not her own. "Claire Bennet."

"How else would they work?" asked Luna, in a genuinely curious voice. She had no knowledge of electricity or technology, having grown up in an entirely Wizarding family. She would have taken a Muggle Studies class if she'd realised she was going to get kidnapped by them, but that hadn't been a priority at the time.

"I'm Luna Lovegood."

"It's nice to meet you," Claire replied, unsure as to where to start on explaining how a machine could work. It was common knowledge in her world that things were run on different types of energy. "I haven't seen very many people here yet." If she could call it that, with the tablet.

"How long have you been here?"

"Oh, only a few hours," said Luna, "I think. It can be rather difficult to tell without the sun and the moon, and all of the corridors look the same. I've been walking around for quite a while."

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