Well they would call it fiction, wouldn't they? Magical nonsense. What muggle would ever believe in it?

Sorry. Hello. Excuse me, but has anyone about happened across an owl? Just curiosity, you understand. If you happen to see one, could you let me know? I assume this strange function works in two directions, so I would appreciate it. Thank you.

While these devices may be a more efficient means of communication than magic, and nowhere near as messy as firetalking has the potential to be, there are inherent flaws in their design. They are far too small, for one, and lend themselves to being easily misplaced. I suppose it will have its uses, which is more than can be said for most Muggle devices, but if not for the distinct lack of owls, I would not be so resigned to let it replace the perfectly respectable practice of letter-writing.

That said, the sheer amount of idiocy beyond the doors of that Muggle hospital is absolutely baffling. Never in my life have I heard such a ridiculous tale, which is quite a feat when one considers the many desperate lies told by Death Eaters when presented with anything resembling consequence. I have little tolerance for foolishness and will not be treated as either an invalid or an imbecile they assume is eager to believe stories that are clearly meant for children.

Writing on this fool thing is an exercise in tedium and a miserable excuse for communication, I might add. Quill and parchment would have been much quicker.

I have no idea what's going on. This all seems like rubbish, and I need to go home... but I can't seem to get back on my own. There's something preventing me from.. ah. Leaving.

[There is a pause as he glances about at the people coming and going along the street outside the hospital. None of them seem to be paying him any mind. Since he normally can't go out without being recognised, he assumes he is in a Muggle city.]

The people I spoke to told me I've been enrolled in public school, and that I'll be assigned a roommate in a flat somewhere. [He makes an exasperated sort of sound.] I'm sorry, I don't have time for any of this.

Well... This is a bit embarrassing.

If anyone catches sight of a rogue broom on the loose in the city, please contact Sirius or myself so we can put it out of commission before someone gets hurt.

Who: Remus, Sirius and anyone else who comes by
What: Marauding magic opens its doors for business!
When: All week~
Where: At the Marauding Magic Shop near the outskirts of town, close to the forest.
Warnings: Magic!

[Finally the big day everyone (at least two or three people, maybe) has been waiting for arrived! Today Marauding Magic opens its doors.

Come by and discover the wonders that lie within! Potions, books, toys and tools, things that are more sentient than they really have any business being and items whose purpose isn't entirely apparent at first, but they sure look pretty.

A fire that changes colors ever so often and chairs by the fireplace, the shop is inviting you to stay a while and discover more. Behind the counter there is a staircase leading upstairs. Don't mind any of the sounds you might hear from there, magical experiments can go unexpected ways at times.

Perched on top of the counter sits an owl, watching everything that is going on, sometimes by turning his head 180 degrees, as owls do. Better don't shop-lift, that beak is sharp.

When you enter, a chime follows as the door closes. It won't be long until a wizard or two appears. Welcome to Marauding Magic, prepare to be charmed.]


[ooc: Come enter the shop and fulfill your dreams and secret desires! Or just have a nice chat with the chaps running the place. Either way, come on in!]

Marauding Magic will be opening its mystery-wrought doors tomorrow for any and all who might have an interest in putting a bit of magic in their lives.

The honourable and incorrigible Messrs Padfoot and Moony invite you to come and see what 's behind the doors of New Moore's one and only magic store.

Let us charm you.



With Sincerest Regards,
Messrs Padfoot and Moony

WHO: Anyone and Everyone
WHAT: All the kissin's
WHEN: Dec 16 - 18
WHERE: Wherever you want!
WARNINGS: Affection, freak-outs, possible R ratings


Ok! Here is the post for collecting all your kissing logs! If you want to do individual Network posts and then lead in to kissing that way, that's fine, but if you're looking to do a straight up log, this is the place to do it. That way we don't flood the community with all the log posts.

Instructions:

1. Post your character's name. One reply per character so that they're all neatly organized.
2. When you tag to a character's thread, put your participating character's name in the subject line.
3. ???
3a. Feel free to edit the post tags to include your character name for easier activity reporting
4. PROFIT!

( action for Remus (Oh, Mr. Lupin, ooohh~) )

[Quite a while later, Sirius looks a bit more settled. He's still not bothered to get dressed, but at least he - with Moony's help - has started to figure his life out. He thinks. So he's smiling into the camera - it had taken a while to turn the device on and he doesn't know how to change the setting - and hopes someone out there might know more about him.]

Hello! I'm not sure who all can see this, but it's worth a try. I've lost my memories and I'd appreciate if anyone could tell me who I am. All I know so far is that my name is Padfoot, so I'm guessing my parents hate me.

Also, I might be ... I'm not sure, but there are some really weird notes here. Can you help?

[He looks so nice and pleading! Come on, help a handsome wizard out before he finds his wand and starts exploding stuff.]

Wow.

Okay.

So.

Now that that's over and we can hopefully forget it ever happened, let's move on to something important:

How much money did the bake sale raise and when can we get started with lacrosse tryouts?

ALRIGHT I'm looking for someone who can build me a car! I'd usually ask my friend, but since he's not here and he never recognizes how GREAT my designs are, I'm gonna have to ask someone else to do it. Don't worry, I have the design and everything all done.

( DESIGN HERE! )

So, any takers?

[Aren't you all lucky! You're being treated to an amazing view of the incredibly handsome - and equally talented - young Sirius Black as he beams for the camera, tosses his silky hair and makes his announcement. No, he's not under the influence of any event, he just really pretty much is a sparkling magical girl. Always.]

Hello, boys and girls!

Yours truly, Sirius Black, and my highly esteemed partner in crime, Mssr. Moony, perhaps known to some of you as Remus and to others as that astonishingly old bloke, have decided to open up a magic shop!

This past few days have shown that some of you are pretty fai... I mean, magically gifted. And pretty fairies. I'm not judging, just observing. Anyway, I just so happen to be - to put it modestly - one of the most promising young wizards of my time and since I'm no longer in prison, I might as well share that gift.

We still have to set up shop and figure out what services and items we can provide, but until then, please approach us with any and all magical wishes and needs, concerns and desire to partake in potentially dangerous experiments.


[This part is supposed to be private, but he fails.]

So. Moony, we're opening up a magic shop.

It was far from the first time Sirius had woken up after a full moon, feeling as worn as anyone would after being on their feet the whole night. Their paws, in this case, to be precise. Some factors made this time special, one that was very sobering to think about: It was the first time he had done this without two others, one who'd never run again and one who'd run from them. And another factor, that made him wake up with a smile. This was actually happening again. They might be all that was left, but at least they were together.

He barely remembered getting back to... Remus's apartment, from the looks of it, but the memories returned fast, now that he woke up in bed next to his friend, after the first sleep in months that had been free of nightmares. Perhaps it was because he was close enough to Remus to feel his body's warmth, perhaps it was just because he'd been too exhausted for memories and conscience to haunt him.

There was a pang of guilt, because he knew that this night would always be something Remus dreaded, but he realized that he was already looking forward to the next. He rolled on his back and looked up at the ceiling, listening to Remus's breathing to keep from thinking for just a few minutes longer.

What manner of job opportunities are there on this island? I assume most of us do not have all of our credentials we may have had back home, if we were fictional, previously. So, what does that mean... as far as job applications go? 

Makes it just a hair difficult, filling these out, I am finding.

Who: Remus, Sirius and anyone who happens by before or during their conversation
What: Remus gives Sirius a second chance to explain his half of the story.
Where: The Park
When: Saturday
Warnings: All the sads.

( Why can't these two just hug it out already )

[So, he's a wizard from the sixties with little knowledge of how technology works, but he's also kind of a genius and has had some time to figure things out, so he actually successfully manages to

lock this from Remus and send out a request to everyone else.]

Some people here already told me that they read a book series in which I appear. Apparently it's about my godson, Harry Potter. I'm Sirius Black and if you read the book, you know that I've got a problem with the law. I didn't do what I went to jail for, but I have no way of proving that here.

Maybe someone has an idea on how to convince someone who thinks I'm guilty that I'm not when I have no proof. Anyone willing to vouch for me?

[Now Sirius continues to try and lock the conversation, but while he might be a genius, he's not perfect. So this is supposed to be locked to Remus, but it failed.]

Moo-... Remus, I need to talk to you. Please. Give me another chance.

Who: Sirius, Remus, Conrad
What: Remus tracks once friend and current convicted murderer, Sirius Black, down to a pub on the island, looking for answers and explanations
When: The night after the full moon
Where: The Nancing Phony
Warnings: Angst, language, drama, possibly violence/magic

( that log thing )

[He needed about five hours to figure out how to work this thing at all. So many buttons, no scroll or quill, damn it, those parrots were much easier to use. For someone whose primary form of long-distance communication has been owls so far, at least.

Sirius meant to write or, at the most, speak, but now he's turned on video and he's already thinking it's nothing short of a miracle he's managed that. Not the first time he's questioning the Hogwarts education system. He didn't even know muggles had such technology! (Granted, they hadn't, actually, back from the time period he came from.)]

Hello.

[After the pirate thing and a few days in this weird place, the obvious prison signs are starting to vanish. His skin has some color, his voice doesn't sound as...unused anymore and he's almost used to interacting with people again. Just when the night starts and when the nightmares come, then it's all back in Azkaban, without hope, without anything but regret and the thought of revenge.]

I'm Sirius Black. Not sure what to make of people telling me I'm fictional. To me, this place doesn't feel real.

Anyone know a good spot to get a drink around here?

[ Said parrot's wings are banded with seafoam green, and said message is delivered in the utterly relaxed tone of someone who could do this in his sleep. ]

This is a message from Captain Odair.

There's been a slight change in course. We will be attempting to dock at Nuevo Paramo at the next dawn. As we've all been informed by Commodore Shepard, this will be no easy venture. I want all capable hands on deck tomorrow morning so that we may graciously meet our welcoming committee.

I need not remind you that we are in pursuit of the Silver Sextant and will not rest until we retrieve it. Keep your eyes and ears open for new information; it appears to be everywhere these days. Any new knowledge is to be brought to me post-haste.

Godspeed, men.


Oh, one more item of note — if our navigator is correct, Dante, we'll be needing your services tonight.