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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. ]
Video
[ quickly, to assuage her concerns about building broomsticks so quickly ]
It won't take that long -- the animagus form, too, that's fairly quick. Give me twenty minutes, yeah?
Video
I'll out on some tea then, and, well, twenty minutes.
Video > Action
{ and he disconnects the feed, preparing the shuttle to head on over to the first breath! once he steps on board, he sends lily a quick text: ]
Here! Where should I head to?
Action
[The door is open and the soft scent of tea and something passing for lemon filled the space. It was sparse and neat but given a bit of softness and warmth from the red and gold trimmed duvet she'd managed to find between her job at the station and the ship's manifests she'd been filing. At least her job had been good for helping her get her hands on things.
Lastly was Lily, she was in front of a mirror pulling her long hair back into a ponytail, the ribbon between her teeth as she gathered her hair up.]
Action
Where'd you manage to find Gryffindor scarlet and gold in space?
Action
Advantage of my job at the station. I was filing ships manifests and transactions. So when something good was going to offload I slipped in an order. I got tea, real tea! That, [She nodded to the bed.] which by the way isn't just Gryffindor colors, they are also house Lannister colors for my friend Tyrion.
I found a few handy things here and there.
[She realized he hadn't stepped inside, that was actually polite of him. So she returned the favor.] Well, come in then.
Action
[ mildly, though james definitely looks interested at real tea, and he steps inside as invited, eyes bright. ]
She wasn't entirely thrilled with the whole scarlet-and-gold thing, or the lion, but I'm told Tyrion's an odd duck when it comes to the Lannisters... what sort of tea?
Re: Action
I think he'd be an odd duck for any group, but he has a good heart and he's a good friend.
It's a Ceylon Assam blend as near as I can figure. [And with that she set aside a cup for him, warm and steeping.]
Action
[ amicably enough, either not noticing the pointedness of the statement or dismissing it. sansa is, indeed, one of his closest friends, and james adores her, but in a purely platonic way. she's been nothing but kind to him, and he's tried to do the same in return. ]
And I'll take you word for it, in regards to Tyrion. [ sansa doesn't really seem to be offended by tyrion's existence, and james trusts lily's judgment. no harm, no foul. ] And thank you. [ as a slight addition, for the tea ] The Paisley has got some wondrous individuals on board, but nothing really tastes like home.
Action
[She was willing to let it go at that, neither of them were going out of their way to get a rise out of the other and that was actually... nice. Lily relaxed enough to smile and spoon some sugar in her tea.]
You missed shepard's pie night last week. I've been cooking since we don't have much call for lab work lately.
Action
[ warmly, and james reaches for his own tea, collecting up his cup ]
Stefan's attempting to figure out how to make pumpkin juice, I think. It's a work in progress.
[ sigh. but stefan gives him a lot of tea, so. the vampire is forgiven. ]
Action
[Lily took a seat on her bed, sideways with one leg drawn up to the other. She left enough room that he could sit if he wanted. Her wand sat on a small stand next to the bed, a small glass globe sat there radiating a pale sort of light.]
So, how ave you adjusted here? Really, I mean. It's not at all like home for you is it?
Action
[ they're cute, at any rate, which is what matters. and james takes a slight sip of tea, remaining standing for the moment as he considers the question. ]
It's been... well. The augment helps. [ admittedly ] But I've never been somewhere with... communicators and portable telephones and -- electricity.
[ he says that last bit a little lamely, because lmao pureblood wizards ]
None of this would even be ... imaginable, at home. I think my mum would drop dead of a heart attack.
Action
For you maybe. [For once she felt like maybe she was the one who was coming from a world of experience.] This is what it was like for me going to Hogwarts. There'd never been a witch in my family before, so I didn't know what to expect. Pictures that move, talking ghosts, flying brooms...the lot of it. It would have been utterly overwhelming if I hadn't had someone who could tell me about it. [They both knew who that was and she didn't feel like starting anything by going deeper into it than that.]
You're clever though, nothing could keep you down for long.
Action
snape can stay in scotland. he's not here, at the moment. ]
I said that very thing, actually, when I turned up here.
[ in some amusement ]
That this must be how Muggle-borns feel when they turn up at Hogwarts, or how Muggles feel when they're told magic is real... it's a lot to swallow, but magnificent, isn't it? To do all this without magic is completely mad, but amazing. It's positively brilliant.
[ truly, and finally, james does take a seat next to her, but he leaves her more than a modest amount of space, setting the tea on the bedside table ]
And like I said, augment helps a fair bit. People knowing who I was helped, too. Alex answered a ton of questions.
Action
[She sipped her tea and then looked at him over the rim of her cup.] Your reputation proceeded you here?
Action
[ and he's grateful, really, that alex and the other members of the paisley knew him, because it made fitting in a lot easier. ]
I've yet to accidentally short-circuit anything with magic, but I'm sure it's coming -- so your area of expertise is still one-up on mine.
Action
Well stick with me and I'll show you how to be a muggle properly. [She snickered at it, the idea that he needed help was laughable and it was just a posturing sort of joke. At least here she had the advantage.]
[It lead to a silence in which she took another sip and looked into her tea, she wasn't uncomfortable and he'd been perfectly nice. Actually, come to think of it, he'd been nice ever since she'd gotten here. Blast but she hated being wrong about people.] So, patronus charms.
[Lily is the smoothest ever.]
Action
[ with a slight grin -- but at her prodding for the patronus charms, james immediately clears his throat and removes remus' wand from his coat pocket. borrowed, of course. ]
Right -- well, I hardly need to tell you how they work, right? Why they're around, so on and so forth... fighting off a dementor is nasty business, but you've got to focus on something bright. Happy, the happiest memory you've got. It's got to completely fill you up on the inside, and then --
[ and james focuses, casts it about -- the first time he and sirius figured out the secret, and transformed into animagi, the joy, the victory, the success -- ]
Expecto Patronum!
[ and, just like that, a massive brilliant white stag bursts into view, landing neatly on the ground -- an identical carbon copy to prongs, and james grins at the sight, lowering his wand ]
Easy, yeah?
Action
Oh, alright then. [He moved right into it and she sat up straighter to pay attention, always so studious. Some weren't just naturals at all this sort of thing.]
A happy thought? Like Peter Pan?[That was as much of a joke as she could manage before a shimmering silver stag was standing in her room. Antlers barely having the space to be upright in the confined space. She gasped, jumped and nearly spilled her tea, which she hastily set aside.]
Merlin's beard...[She breathed out her words, nearly a whisper and stood. She walked around the gossamer animal, completely entranced.]
Action
[ which is still useful, in deflecting dementors, but not quite so useful as this. ]
Everybody's got their own shape, according to McGonagall. [ who james inherently pestered, despite not being his defense teacher ] It's supposed to show a lot about a person, or... something.
[ said patronus stag seems fairly still and calm, but james soon dissipates it with a flick of remus' wand ]
Right tiring to practice, but once you manage it, it's not so bad.
Action
Right. Ok then.
[She reached over and took her wand, extended her arm and thought about when she was a child, playing on the swings with Petunia. They’d been happy then, though so much was on the horizon.]
Expecto Patronum? [Questioned to be sure she had it right, and then…]
expecto patronum [It didn’t have the force his had done, and there was a bare sort of silver glimmer and a bit of mist seeped from her wand but aside from that no magnificent animal leapt out. She barely had a response at all. Lily frowned.]