[ One Lily Potter shows up in-frame as soon as it focuses, for once not smiling but smirking just a little: it changes the plane of her face just like that. There's nothing really strange about the feed until she moves back: there in the background of the feed is one Remus J. Lupin laid out sweaty and graceless on the floor, though once he realizes he's visible he props up on his elbows to laugh. Before she speaks she reaches up to tie her hair back, glancing back at Remus before looking back to the camera. She looks a little sweaty and haggard maybe but otherwise fine: she was stressed and tired before, now she's exerted herself more. It's fine. There's still something lingering behind her eyes but it's hard to place what it is. ]
 
Hello, Tranquility.
 
[ Um. ]

Things have been a little stressful lately so it seemed like an idea to offer some contained and supervised sparring. Unfortunately I'm generally rubbish with physical combat—[ Felt pretty physical on my end Remus chimes in from the floor, only barely audible. It will be in a minute if you don't stop hamming it up Lily replies, sweet as anything while casually threatening a dude she lay out flat, before continuing. ]—but I was wondering if any other magic users were willing to give it a go. Nothing too intense, like I said, sparring, keep your skills in top shape.
 
I'm afraid I've already exhausted one taker. [ :) :) luv u Remus sorry she kicked ur butt ]
 
Anyway! We've overtaken a rec room on floor eleven so that we won't be in anyone's way or disturbing anyone. I'm medical staff so I can oversee if needed. We'll be here a bit, so feel free to stop by. Don't feel shy if you just want to watch, either.
 
Maybe it'll become a thing.

[ WIZARDS OUT. ]

[Zoë's not really very comfortable with the technology on the ship yet, but she's a quick learner and has some help adjusting to the learning curve. (Thanks there, husband.) But, there's only so much strange shit that she can take without an actual job to occupy her hours.

Hence why she's doing this.]

Gotta say, wasn't really expectin' the whole power outage in the black like that. Not exactly the most comfortin'. I'd complain to our ship's captain, but from what I hear, he's missin'.

So, what's there to do on this ship, 'sides walkin' around floors and waitin' for things to pop out at me so I can shoot them in the face?