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[heorot]

[ 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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[jurisimpudent]

Don't you mean something to keep the spirits down?

[Hey look a pun.]

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[doggedly]

[There is a pause, because-- wwwwwait. It can't be. A pun?]

Yes. Ye-es--

[And then he laughs, because getting Edgeworth to do puns is a reward all its own--]

To keep them down. Very good, Edgeworth!

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[jurisimpudent]

[He gives a little laugh in return.]

I feel like I should be bowing. In any case - yes. We'll make a proper party of it.

[A slight pause, and then, awkwardly:]

You can invite others, if you'd like.

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[doggedly]

You can bow when you see me, I won't mind the delay.

Hang on, I'm allowed to invite people to the party of making a list of people who are pricks? What if some of the people I invite are on that list?

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[jurisimpudent]

[He gives a little shrug.]

Or maybe for a different...sort of event. Not this one, but one with a bit less meanness. But...Quite.

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[doggedly]

Well, no, now, hang on--I like the meanness. I'm not disapproving of the meanness, let's not get ahead of ourselves--by all means, let's have a bloody mean-spirited gossipy vicious party. Let's talk shit about everyone on this ship. Can you think of any cruel-themed hors d'oeuvres? Let's get a proper theme.

Or, yeah, s'ppose we could have two parties. But this sounds loads more fun.

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[jurisimpudent]

[He clears his throat.]

Well, I think I have a...vicious reputation with certain parties as it is. So. Perhaps better not to foster that.

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[doggedly]

If they think you're vicious, it's just 'cos they don't know you. Perhaps we ought to have that party instead, the Get-To-Know-Edgeworth party. Character witnesses will serve sandwiches. I'll show the film I'm going to make of you. It will be brilliant.

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[jurisimpudent]

Sirius, that sounds unbearable.

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[doggedly]

Oh, what, suddenly you're a party expert? Suddenly you know all about planning parties!

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[jurisimpudent]

Well, no, naturally not, but - Were you not listening when I was talking about how much I detest that sort of thing?

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[doggedly]

I've been told that I can be really ignorant of things if I choose to be.

[But he backs off because he's a good fwend.]

So a small party. Nothing to do with you, just that you happen to be in attendance. And we'll have our hate list party separately, how's that.

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[jurisimpudent]

Yes, I would...accept that.

[He clears his throat, nervous, but nods.]

I should like, if possible, to, er - reconcile.

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[doggedly]

[No, wait, hang on, they're talking about a party and now suddenly, there's reconciling--]

Reconcile-- what, exactly?

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[jurisimpudent]

[He corrects the pronoun - ]

With whom.

[And then an unhappy little smile - ]

And...I think you can guess.

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[doggedly]

Yeah, yeah, whom--

[He says it, dismissively, because whom cares, really-- and there's a pause, as he works this out.]

Well, that sounds like an awful party. And you critiqued my idea--look, d'you want my advice, you just come around sometime and we'll all do something stupid and mad and dangerous and they'll forget all about the rest of it.

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[jurisimpudent]

But - we ought to be avoiding things that are...stupid, mad and dangerous. They could end with someone being hurt. Particularly from the perspective of being members of Security...

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[doggedly]

[Immediately, Sirius interrupts:]

Shhhhh!

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[jurisimpudent]

Ah -

[He frowns.]

Beg...pardon?

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[doggedly]

Shhhhhh! That's what I said, and I meant it, 'cos if you're hoping to reconcile, you're going to have to put away that attitude for a bit, thanks. That's only going to make you come off as bloody insufferably stuffy, that's not going to endear you to anyone.

[A beat. Judiciously:]

Well, maybe to Remus, a little. But we'll go for that angle later, right now it's got to be all gung-ho, carpe diem, all kinds of that shit!

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[jurisimpudent]

But -

[He shakes his head.]

There's not even anything dangerous to do here that won't end with us dead.

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[doggedly]

Not true.

There's quidditch, first off, which is what we're talking about. There's dangerous pranks that could be played. There's going to the gardens and climbing trees and jumping off of them-- ooh, or, the swimming pool, right, we could charm up a diving board, a really really high one--chuck ourselves in--

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[jurisimpudent]

Well - no dangerous pranks; definitely not; I'll not see anyone getting hurt. And one could break limbs, jumping out of trees -

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[doggedly]

Oh, because your arms just sort of pop off and then you're left hopelessly armless for the rest of your life, right. I'd forgotten about that weird strange medical condition of yours....

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[jurisimpudent]

[He pulls a face.]

It's unpleasant to break limbs.