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driftfleet2016-03-14 07:11 pm
misterprongs) wrote in driftfleet2016-03-14 07:11 pm
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Who: James Potter [misterprongs] and YOU.
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: The Paisley.
When: Now!
Ahem.
[ with a modest clearing of the throat and bright eyes, james potter looks like everything is Alright. everything is, in fact, not alright, and his closer friends may be able to tell -- but for all the world, james looks like the enthralled young man he usually is, ready to make a grand announcement. ]
As some of you may know, my birthday is at the tail-end of the very esteemed month of March, and while I normally don't request gifts, I do have a slight idea if anyone is so inclined to celebrate the day of my birth. Or I can pay you for it, whichever your heart desires.
[ PAUSE FOR DRAMATIC EFFECT as james allows his somewhat weathered golden snitch to flutter into view, and he snatches it out of the air without looking at it, offering a grin. ]
I would like a broomstick. A proper one, that flies, and allows for death-defying leaps, drops, loops, stunts, and otherwise perfectly suited to play Quidditch, and before any of the ill-informed ask me what Quidditch is, allow me to explain the rules of the best game in the history of wizarding kind. I'm told it's a bit like rugby and football, but in the air -- teams of seven, and three types of balls. There's the quaffle, which is handled by the Chasers, of which there are three, and each time the quaffle is thrown through the hoops on the pitch, it scores ten points! There's also two bludgers, which are two balls made out of iron that whip around trying to knock folks off of their broomsticks, and the two Beaters have got clubs to knock them around at other players, and to protect their own players. And there's the Keeper, their job is to block shots by he Chasers and protect the goal posts -- and then there's the Seeker, whose job it is to catch the Golden Snitch, which -- this.
[ as james holds up said golden snitch, which is struggling between his fingers. dealwithit.jpeg ]
Catching it ends the game, and grants the team who catches it a hundred and fifty points. Which usually means you win the game, but there're've been instances throughout history where the bloke catches the Snitch, but you lose anyway, 'cause some people don't know how to do math properly, which I imagine happens if you've been hit in the head one too many times by a rogue bludger, and I think the last time it happened was in the early eighteen hundreds -- oi, Moony!
[ but it seems someone (and judging from james' indignation, remus) has grabbed at james' communicator, and there's a faint muttered no one cares, prongs, shut up before the feed is disconnected.
rude. ]
misterprongs] and YOU.Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: The Paisley.
When: Now!
Ahem.
[ with a modest clearing of the throat and bright eyes, james potter looks like everything is Alright. everything is, in fact, not alright, and his closer friends may be able to tell -- but for all the world, james looks like the enthralled young man he usually is, ready to make a grand announcement. ]
As some of you may know, my birthday is at the tail-end of the very esteemed month of March, and while I normally don't request gifts, I do have a slight idea if anyone is so inclined to celebrate the day of my birth. Or I can pay you for it, whichever your heart desires.
[ PAUSE FOR DRAMATIC EFFECT as james allows his somewhat weathered golden snitch to flutter into view, and he snatches it out of the air without looking at it, offering a grin. ]
I would like a broomstick. A proper one, that flies, and allows for death-defying leaps, drops, loops, stunts, and otherwise perfectly suited to play Quidditch, and before any of the ill-informed ask me what Quidditch is, allow me to explain the rules of the best game in the history of wizarding kind. I'm told it's a bit like rugby and football, but in the air -- teams of seven, and three types of balls. There's the quaffle, which is handled by the Chasers, of which there are three, and each time the quaffle is thrown through the hoops on the pitch, it scores ten points! There's also two bludgers, which are two balls made out of iron that whip around trying to knock folks off of their broomsticks, and the two Beaters have got clubs to knock them around at other players, and to protect their own players. And there's the Keeper, their job is to block shots by he Chasers and protect the goal posts -- and then there's the Seeker, whose job it is to catch the Golden Snitch, which -- this.
[ as james holds up said golden snitch, which is struggling between his fingers. dealwithit.jpeg ]
Catching it ends the game, and grants the team who catches it a hundred and fifty points. Which usually means you win the game, but there're've been instances throughout history where the bloke catches the Snitch, but you lose anyway, 'cause some people don't know how to do math properly, which I imagine happens if you've been hit in the head one too many times by a rogue bludger, and I think the last time it happened was in the early eighteen hundreds -- oi, Moony!
[ but it seems someone (and judging from james' indignation, remus) has grabbed at james' communicator, and there's a faint muttered no one cares, prongs, shut up before the feed is disconnected.
rude. ]
action;
[But he's grinning.]
action;
but then: ]
Eighteen-hundred and thirty-seven.
[ pointedly ]
Spain. England. The Cup. For your reference.
[ :) ]
action;
[DRYLY SAID-- but then he scoots closer.]
Anyway. Even if you get other offers, we ought to try and make a broom ourselves.
action;
[ want his copy of quidditch through the ages because james will 100% give it to you because he has it memorized. that being said, he considers the idea before letting the snitch go, watching it flit around the room ]
We could try, but I wasn't expecting the mother hen to assist me in my -- what were your words, suicidal escapades --
action;
He reaches over, punching him lightly in the arm.]
Shut up. It's for your birthday, prat, and anyway, you're not stupid.
action;
[ with a slight laugh, and he sways in exaggeration at the punch to the arm. james watches the snitch flutter around for a moment before he snatches it out of the air once it gets close enough to do so, running his thumb over the wings briefly before continuing. ]
D'you think it'd actually be possible, to build one?
action;
[He glances over at him.]
I mean, we could get a broom at the next planet. A sturdy one. And then it's just a matter of enchanting it. Which I think we can manage between the two of us.
action;
[ they're brilliantly clever, even if they use it for.. shenanigans, most of the time. and james considers it further, letting the snitch go again, letting it stray just within arm's reach before grabbing it again, in thought. ]
I just miss flying, s'all. And now that we're getting more people from our universe, we could actually set up a game -- there's enough of us that know the rules.
[ and harry, the quidditch prodigy. james, selfishly, wants to see how good he is. ]
action;
[WHAT A SACRIFICE. But he likes making James happy, and this is such an easy thing to do. Besides, they don't have the real balls; the chance of breaking his jaw via Bludger is significantly smaller.]
action; 1/2
SHOCKED
beyond belief ]
action; 2/3
(if you stand for nothing burr what'll you fall for)
wait for it wait for it ]
action;
It's not the full moon already, is it, Moony?
[ lips pursing together, attempting not to laugh ]
You doing alright there?
action;
action;
{ but he finally has a laugh, and james drops his hand ]
Can you even fly? Have I ever gotten you on a broomstick?
action;
[STIFFLY SAID. That incident had been . . . memorable. Remus had done a very reluctant lap, very low to the ground, and promptly gotten off with shaking legs.]
Do you want someone to play with or not!
action;
-- that was not flying.
[ indignant; OFFENDED that remus would even consider such at hing flying ]
You've got to at least go high enough to properly play, if you want to play. You've got to get the tickling feeling in your stomach.
[ that part is very important, and it is very scientifically measured ]
When that happens, you're nearly high enough.
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I have never thrown up while flying, come off it.
[ YOU'RE BEING SILLY YOU BIG SILLY ]
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[He sees that look. He counters it with a very withering look of his own-- he is not being silly, thank you.]
Thirty feet is my limit, thank you very much.
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[ AGHAST ]
Moony, you can't play Quidditch from thirty bloody feet, come on --
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[ DUH REMUS ]
Can't have Bludgers whizzing about inside, that's just suicidal.
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Well, that gives us time, at least. We'll need to figure out how to enchant balls as well.
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[ with a casual shrug ]
Simple enchantments -- levitation spells, tracking charms, the like.
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[It would be useful, having a proper ball-- but on the other hand, Snitches are known for getting lost, and god knows Remus would understand not wanting to risk that.]