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[ so when the feed first comes on, it's mostly of the ceiling and possibly the top half of a very messy head of hair. black hair, ruffled around a little more than necessary, but hey. what'cha gonna do when there aren't any brooms to get on? I mean really.

the audio picks up what sounds like the ends of a conversation-- ]

I'm going-- of course it's a good idea, Moony! Why wouldn't-- oh, whoops.

[ and then the camera moves around a little, shifting and changing until eventually it's picking up the face of one (1) james potter. he looks quite similar to a certain harry, if you've met the boy, but a little younger. a little less war-scarred. more specifically lacking one certain forehead scar. ]

Guess I turned this on. [ have a sheepish little grin here, tranquility. ] This muggle techy-nology still confuses me. [ and then his eyes move over the camera, where a different voice can be heard. though not really loud enough to be made out, and james just laughs. ] No, I still-- I'm not going to send everyone a ruddy smile, Pads.

[ and then he's back. ]

Anyway, 'ello Tranquility. Name's James Potter. I'm not really new - came on last month - but we had a few... difficulties. [ pirates, learning you’re going to die in three years, meeting your son, etc etc etc. ] Couldn't properly introduce myself.

Though that isn’t the only reason for this message, as delightful as I might--

James, watch it--!

[and that’s Sirius, from somewhere off-screen, and the camera is really in for it now, because Sirius throws himself forward, knocking James flat with a yelp--there’s this weird garbled growling sound; they have just dodged some sort of flying object. like maybe someone has enchanted a very heavy ball-shaped something to try to kill them. badly enchanted.

more shaking, more movement--really no one should be worried because they’re laughing, or at least James and Sirius are--but after a few moments, the picture (and James) straightens back out. in another corner of the room. ]

Right! As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, I’ve figured out what the problem is with this ship. [ dramatic pause. ] We’re all bloody bored. Out of our minds.

Back home we have this sport - called it Quidditch. Granted, it requires a few supplies; balls, hoops, brooms and the like, but it is brilliant. Requires strategy, skill, everything you could think of.

Now, most non-wizarding folk probably don’t know about Quidditch. Which is fine, really, it’s not too difficult to teach. Just so happens I’m a great teacher when it comes to these things, so you lot are in luck. [ have another grin, tranquility. just because. ] Won’t be for everyone, also, but if anyone’s interested we could try and set something up. We’ll have to change the rules around a bit - we’re severely lacking brooms, for one - but I’m sure we can figure something out.

Let me know! You can just...message me. On this? Yeah? [ and he’s looking up again, as if he’s checking with someone else in the room. ] Okay. Yes-- no, I know how to, Sirius I swear if you--

[ the device is dropped. or set down very quickly, either way it's recording the ceiling while there is more commotion and more laughter in the background until someone in the room has the decency to pick it back up again. ]

Right, excuse me--

[As James and Sirius bicker, Remus grabs the communicator.]

Before you all go clamoring to join, let me tell you all that Quidditch is extremely dangerous. And considering we don’t have-- we don’t have magical ways to heal, you two, now stop fussing-- I think a warning should be issued.

Quidditch consists of, among other things, two balls magically flying and doing their best to break every bone in your body. You won’t be flying, thank god, but broken arms, skulls, jaws, etc, have been known to occur. People have lost bones and had to regrow them. People have-- well, died. Frankly.

That being said: James, nor Sirius, nor I, will be actively trying to hurt you. Obviously. And I’ll be standing by, ready to help anyone who gets hurt. But you really need to be quite tough to play this game-- and don’t take that as some macho challenge, please, just-- be careful. It would be better if no one played at all, to be frank, it would be better if we found some other game to play--

[ more wrestling of the feed goes here, and james once again returns triumphant. ]

Also! Before I forget, could Miss Raven-- [ there’s a pause, where james realizes he doesn’t know her last name and just shakes his head. ] You know who you are! You’re the one dating my mate over here. Anyways, it has come to my attention that we have not yet been acquainted. Which, and I’m not sure about you, but I find this to be a travesty. That should be fixed. As soon as possible, really.

So let me know when you’d like to meet, yeah?

[ and there goes the feed. ]

[ ooc: and fair warning, your message may be answered by any of our three marauders here: James, Sirius and/or Remus. though your chances of it being all three are also very high. who knows, you might get lucky. ]

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'Course they aren't, they've got sense.

[He says that with equal parts admiration and darkness. The Potters are probably the best family there is, mostly because they aren't obsessed with blood and peerage and all of it--whereas Sirius still has his fucking family tree committed to memory.

Anyways. No point in dwelling on that. He shoves away those stupid feelings and grins a little at James.]

But in your case, I'm guessing it's really the latter reason.

Or just not as much time.

[ some wizards have to...actually no that doesn't even work because his parents are quite well off and don't really have to worry about financial matters. he just wants to rip into the black family name as much as possible - seeing as sirius is as much of a black as james himself. with the past summer - and sirius being kicked out and stripped from the family tree - james doesn't even consider him part of that.

sirius is living with him and his parents, he's in his family. has been a part of his family since first year. and that's that.

but james rolls his eyes, though the effect is somewhat lost by the laugh. ]

Never saw much use in paying attention to anything that wasn't useful, anyway. Too many other things to worry about.

[There's things he could say--stupid bitter things, because there's always time for knowing where you stand, and when that position is above (always above), then you make damn well sure that everyone knows it, and you learn it by heart so you can always tell yourself how much better you are. There's things he won't forget, like family trees and crests and order, no matter how hard he shoves it away, entrenched so deeply he can't forget.

But one of the brilliant things about James--and that's a list seventeen scrolls long, at least--is that he knows when not to linger, he knows when to say things firmly, and when to ignore things, when to press and when to leave, and that means that Sirius can follow that cue, if he's not in too dark a mood. And if he can't follow, that's all right, James won't care. He'll know what to say then as well.

This time, this is a 'moving on' time, because the most noble and ancient House of Black doesn't bloody matter. What matters is quidditch, and jokes at James' expense, and so Sirius returns that laugh with a little grin.]

S' funny, I never think of you as the worrying sort. At least, not over anything that doesn't start in an E and end in vans... but I s'ppose that takes up a great deal of your time, you're right about that. And brain space, limited space as it is already.

[ there's a moment there when james does wonder if he made the right choice, moving on. if this was supposed to be one of those rare moments when sirius fell back into that darkness like he sometimes does. but then he sees the little grin, and he relaxes.

jokes at his expense he can take, from time to time, when it's between him and his friends. because that's all they are - jokes - and if it means a good laugh then it's all worth it, right? ]

I'm a very complex character, you know. I have all these secrets and all this depth that you might never know about, brain space included.

[Sirius has moved on, just as if they'd never even dipped toward more serious topics. In fact, right now, he snorts, folding his arms over his chest so he can give James a properly sceptical look.]

Ri-ight. And how deep are those depths buried, because I've never seen one. Not a single one. And I've had time to observe.

Or d'you keep them buried so you can whip 'em out and surprise-- well, not us. But someone would be surprised at your canyoned depths, I'm sure, if only we could get her to go out with you.

Deep enough that simply observing would not be enough.

[ casual shrug. you know, those really cool kind of shrugs. which is then totally ruined by the mention of lily. ]

She does go out with me, and she is completely blindsided by the depth of my character, thank you.

[ like he could actually do anything that would surprise sirius. really. ]

[Ah, but that, Mister Potter, that was a test. Are you still despondent over Lily going out with you in the future and not right now, are you going to dwell on it sadly, or is it something that can be joked about. And the answer is clearly the latter, at least a little bit, which is heartening. James isn't meant for moping, and it's Sirius' job (one of them) to keep him happy and as free of worry as possible.

So, in short: good answer!]

Aah, yes, I s'ppose she would be, never having suspected you of any emotion capacity beyond that of a tea biscuit. Or capacity in generally, let's be honest. D'you think she suspects it of you now, or do we have to arrange for a little display?

[ the only horrors james would ever dwell on would be mistakes made in quidditch. and even then it's usually just a few days. but good job, sirius black. even james hadn't realized he was no longer moping. ]

There's some merit in keeping expectations low, you know. Gives you the chance of really surprising them. [ and that is actually not at all what james believes, but you know what. it works for the time being. ] Makes the falling bit all the more intense. But now? No, I don't believe she expects much at all. But I already know it works, so it's just timing now.

[high fives self!!]

Yeah, well, do let me know if you need a damsel in distress to swoop in and save or be inordinately nice to right in front of her. That always leaves 'em swooning in the aisles, seeing kindnesses like that. Evans won't expect it, she won't know what hit her. Maybe we could even arrange for a baby or something.

Are you volunteering, Mr. Black? Or are you simply volunteering up one of your many female acquaintances on the ship?

Sorry, do I look like a baby or a damsel in distress to you.

No, you're quite right. A rather dumb question - I can't seem to envision you as a baby, or in distress.

Too right you can't. Because I never was a baby, and I wouldn't look right in a dress. Not all of us have got your legs, Potter.

Isn't that the truth. And I worked hard for these legs.

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