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[doggedly]

i
disown
you

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[theshabbiestofmen]

Oh, I highly doubt that.

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.......................

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[theshabbiestofmen]

Yes?

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who is this? i wish it were my old friend moony but it cant be as i dont have any old friends called moony.
no friends at all actually just cruel antagonists

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[theshabbiestofmen]

Cruel antagonists who are thinking of other people.

[A few beats-- and then:]

Did you have anything in mind, though?

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[doggedly]

ten minutes.




:)

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[theshabbiestofmen]

I'll get some food ready for you.

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[doggedly]

YES you are a god among men moony ive always said
let no one tell you differently

[AND TEN MINUTES LATER..... a wild pounding at the door! Who could it be, who could it be!]

[theshabbiestofmen]

Let yourself in!

[True to his word, Remus has gone off and found something to eat-- bread and apples, but really, given that he only had ten minutes to get to the kitchens and come back, it's rather nice that he got anything at all.]

[doggedly]

[And he promptly lets himself in--it's sort of silly to knock, really; this room is practically his if you're judging by time spent within.]

Apples?

[theshabbiestofmen]

No one said you had to eat them. Let's hear it, then! What's your great idea?

[doggedly]

Well, yes, but if I'm promise food I sort of expect it to be a food that I want to eat. Mad, I know.

[Still, he settles down on the floor, shoving the sleeves of his jumpsuit up his arms a bit before extracting a list from his pocket. In the lore of the Marauders, lists feature very highly as sacred objects. Some of the best pranks have come from mere lists. Sirius holds it reverently before his face a moment.]

Right. So. We could start with the basics, humorously sticky floors....

[theshabbiestofmen]

Perhaps right outside the Jump room door?

[He gives him a little smile. Fussy or not, Remus still is a Marauder, at the end of the day.]

There's also always false doors and the like-- though we might be into trouble with that one.

[doggedly]

[Yes, this is more like it. That is a Marauder smile. It could be a better Marauder smile, more devious-like, but there is time for that later.]

I don't see how we'd be in trouble. If we're careful enough, people will blame all of it on the ship itself, false doors especially.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Well, yes, but I don't want them getting paranoid that someone is attacking them again.

[doggedly]

We'll leave little hearts. 'Just joking!' they'll all say. 'Love, from fellow passengers and not the ship at all ha ha ha this is a joke'. Will that help ease your mind?

[theshabbiestofmen]

There's no need for sarcasm, you know, simply because I don't want to terrify our fellow passengers.

[doggedly]

Well, you come up with something, then! Contribute, Moony!

[theshabbiestofmen]

I did, if you recall-- but all right, yes.

[He bites his thumbnail, thinking.]

What about-- oh, I don't know. Illusions? Animals? It might be amusing to see how people react to an army of squirrels running rampant.

[doggedly]

[He collapses backwards, with a huuuuuge sigh.]

No! No! No no no no--that can't be the Marauder's first prank, no!

[theshabbiestofmen]

Oh, I'm so sorry I'm not performing up to expectation-- give us time, Sirius, we'll come up with something.

[doggedly]

We don't have time. I mean, we do, of course we do, but we don't have time to take with pranks. Have you forgotten everything that we stand for? Mice or men, Moony!

[theshabbiestofmen]

Yes, yes, yes--

[He rolls his eyes, quite unimpressed with the dramatics.]

What about . . . hm. Something to do with the showers, and changing people. We could change everyone's hair and skin tone.

[doggedly]

[He considers Remus with a superior, thoughtful air.]

Better, yeah. Better. That's thinking. Or snow out of the showers.