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driftfleet2015-11-16 10:55 am
misterprongs) wrote in driftfleet2015-11-16 10:55 am
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Who: James Potter [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?
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?
action.
[ of course she was -- with poise like that and words like these. once upon a time, it might have sounded like boasting. but now all she wants is to adequately communicate the depth of her desire to recapture that castle's atmosphere.
she brushes her wet palms together. she dispenses with the snowball-turned-slush. ] Winterfell, it's called. Was called. I --
[ she frowns. ] I owe you a grave apology, ser.
action.
[ it's said dryly, with the tiniest ounce of mischief. sansa carries herself like royalty, so it's really no surprise to him. like an old pureblooded family, straight-backed and proud, though sansa lacks the malice of a family like the blacks or the malfoys.
-- though the mischief quickly turns into puzzlement, his brow furrowing as he straightens up to face her. ]
For what?
action.
Alayne Stone is...[ another girl. ] I'm not her.
action.
It's in my experience that telling a lie is sometimes a fair bit better than telling the truth.
[ it's said gently enough -- james tells lies all the time. oh, remus is out today because he's a bit ill. no, he wasn't ill at the same time last month, that's ridiculous. sirius is just staying over for the weekend, mum, we're fine. his mum's not a total lunatic. ]
What's your name? If you don't mind me asking.
action.
[ at first, it had been harder to say. it stuck in her throat -- and it needed practising. but all sorts of strange things had soothed it. for one, it's like music to hear her little brother say it again.
even tyrion lannister had (in his odd and contrarian fashion) made her feel prouder to tout it once again. ] Sansa Stark. Of Winterfell.
[ and she looks sheepish when she realizes she already named winterfell a moment earlier. stupid girl. ]
action.
Well, Lady Sansa Stark of Winterfell, I think I'll take that apology after all. I'm quite offended.
[ and james removes his wand from his pocket, to flick a bit of snow at her with a murmured charm under his breath, just enough to land on her legs. ]
This whole time I've been using a name that's hardly as beautiful as your own, which makes me look foolish, and as established, I'm already a bit of an idiot without your assistance.
1/2
action.
[ her laughter is nervous, but relieved. when has she ever felt so unburdened as in this one fraction of time? the young man proves himself kind in the face of her dishonesty, and she feels as though she may remain forever indebted to him because of it.
she dips her chin and smiles at the snow she now brushes off her skirt. ] You're nothing of the sort. An idiot couldn't conjure such amazing things.
action.
You're too kind, Sansa.
[ graciously, and james even adds the slightest of bows. ]
I'd love to tout my own genius, but is pretty basic, all things considered. I can do quite a bit more usually, but this isn't my wand -- I've borrowed it, for a bit.
[ aka he stole it but remus probably won't care ]
action.
Basic? [ she shakes her head. ] It's as through you're from some song or fabled story -- doing what you do.
action.
I imagine most non-magical folks feel the same.
[ it's held with no offense, or dismissive nature, and james shakes the snow out of his hair with his free hand, letting it fall into place whatever which way. ]
I'm a wizard -- I grew up with this stuff, but lots of people don't. It can be a bit of a shock when you first see it, I suppose.
[ james felt the same way about automatic doors, so. he gets it, m'lady. ]
action.
action.
[ though, james' tone turns equally conspiratorial. ]
Did you see a match? You may have had a proper wizard in your midst.
action.
[ she misunderstands. after all, what's a match except a match-up of knights come to compete in the lists? the other meaning is lost upon her. ]
action.
[ james, of course, has no matches, but -- ]
A match is a stick, with a bit of flint at the end, and you strike it against something else, and it creates a spark. It's the Mug -- the non-magical way of making fire.
[ at least, in his time period ]
action.
instead: ] I suppose he might've used something like that. I confess I wasn't near enough to know -- our seats were in the stands.
action.
Odds are, you're probably right. But.
[ a pause. ]
Magical fire is pretty easy to conjure, if you do it properly.
[ james surveys the snow around them, though. ]
I'd show you, but I'd hate to melt the snow.
action.
But make me a promise you'll show me. Eventually. Please?
action.
You say the word.
[ lightly. james doesn't mind showing off, and certainly not for polite young ladies. ]
But let me know, in the future, if you ever need anything. That's the only thing I'll ask in return, and I'll be your personal magical entertainment.
[ there has to be a reason sansa lied about her name, after all. and surely whoever the reason is, isn't here, because she came clean so neatly -- but still.
gryffindor.]action.
You seem to be getting the shortest end of that stick, ser.