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ᴊᴀᴍᴇs ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ : ɢʀʏғғɪɴᴅᴏʀ ([personal profile] misterprongs) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2015-11-16 10:55 am

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Who: James Potter [[personal profile] misterprongs]
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: The Marsiva.
When: Now!

[ james potter now has access to a wand.

whether or not he asked for remus' wand, it is not known. the answer is probably not, but look, remus is a very forgiving individual, and while atroma apparently did not trust james with his own wand (rude), his much more responsible werewolf friend has his. and as remus is so kind, surely he wouldn't mind if james borrowed it for a moment or two.

which means --

if you are wandering about the ship, in random hallways, near rooms -- it is snowing. there is no rhyme or reason, but mysteriously, james seems to be present in the affected areas, his hands in his pockets, looking astonishingly calm for such freak weather occurrences. and once he leaves, the snow seems to leave with him, as if it were never there.

also, he might have left a snowman in front of your door, if he particularly likes you. it may also look exactly like you, with a few exaggerated features. and a mandatory hat.

it may also shriek NOOOOOOOOOO when you attempt to knock it over or move it out of the way. alternatively, the snowmen may follow you, but whenever you look at them, they stop moving and look awfully shifty.

weird, right.

after about an hour of this nonsense, james sends out a text message: ]


Anybody need warming up?
delincuente: (✂︎ is she trouble like i'm trouble)

THREAD JAAAAACK

[personal profile] delincuente 2015-11-17 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Before he can make much note of the snowman's movement, a snowball comes sailing towards him from down the hall. The snow seems to be falling more heavily in that direction, and under the slight howl of wind he can hear a familiar voice humming... "Winter Wonderland"?

Just her sweet way of saying hello to her favorite person.]

stefanged: (slow smile)

[personal profile] stefanged 2015-11-24 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
[He side-steps that snowball, catching it with one hand and letting it crumble into little pieces as it slips between his fingers. The act had been out of self-preservation, rather than any attempt at showing off - but when he hears that hum, he can't help grinning as he kneels down and starts forming a snowball in his palms.

Oh, two can play at that game.]