019 ∞ VIDEO // ACTION

[designedtoparty]

[Nathan is at a pub. A very, very crowded pub. He's nursing the dregs of a beer, glaring a the people at the bar who are squished up against him.]

You know, they really ought to think it through before bringing so many people at once. How's a man supposed to get served with these bastards crowding up the place? It's really incon--

[And then he cuts off, tensing and making choked noises. His hands go up to his throat, as though trying to tear something off.]

Barry!

[And then he falls off the bar stool, kicking off the device and his pint whilst he's at it. The drinks of a few unfortunate people nearby also fall off the bar, smashing as they hit the floor. Only Nathan's flailing legs are visible on the screen now, but his wheezing and choking, with a few protests about "Barry's" actions thrown in for good mention.  ("Barry, no!  Don't put your cock in there!" and such.  Nathan is classy as ever.)

The display is basically Nathan's equivalent of "Don't think I didn't see what happened last time. Where the hell are my friends? :|" Unfortunately, he's cut off by a rather angry sounding man.]

Oi! How many times do I have to tell you you're barred?

Am I? You only said you didn't want to see me again! You never said anything about barring.

I told you before. I won't tell you again. Get up. Now.

All right, all right... just let me get my-- [Nathan's hand covers the screen and the feed cuts off.]

[ooc: Open for anything and everything! Action outside the pub he just got thrown out of, if you don't want the devices. Blue text is just an NPC pub owner.]

Comments

[feorge]

That's no proper way to get to toss from a pub, mate. 'Ought to have caused a bit more property damage, or at least put a hex on that bloke.

[designedtoparty]

A hex? How do you suppose I work that one out?

[feorge]

Ah. Muggle, are we? Not to worry. I happen to carry a bundle oh U-No-Poo handy at all times. Or if you're feelin' a tad more creative, you could always toss a good Spectum Pestrum into into the place.

[Fred figures peddling to Muggles can't break too many inter-dimensional paradox land laws.]

[designedtoparty]

[Nathan doesn't have a clue what he's on about. There's something about poo in there, but that's about all he got from that.]

Okay, okay. I know the accent's deceiving, but I actually speak English. Can we try that again in a way that actually makes sense this time?

[feorge]

Right, right. Suppose this'd be where Mum'd tell me to mind my manners.

[He tips what seems to be an invisible hat on his head.]

Fred Weasley, at your service. Proud co-conspirator behind Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, a joke shop of magical enchantments and the likes.

[designedtoparty]

Oh.

Nathan Young. Who outgrew joke shops at the age of twelve.

[feorge]

But there's a trickster in you yet, Nathan Young, and with an added touch of magic, pranks expand far beyond the imagination of a Muggle twelve year old.

I'd wager we could even materialize your ol' pal Barry at that pub and throw the barkeep for a loop.

[designedtoparty]

Of course there is. I didn't see the point in spending my hard earned pocket money on itching powder when the best tricks in life are free.

[There's a pause there, though. He kind of hopes he's being literal. Secretly, he's kind of missed Simon, AKA; Barry.]

You could get Barry here?

[feorge]

[That gets a bit of a chuckle, really. He likes you, Nathan.]

Good man knows his way about a bit of mischief and chaos. Shame you're a Muggle. I reckon we could stir up some wicked trouble 'round these parts.

[At the latter though, he has to stop. He didn't think Barry was a real person. Even if his abilities weren't limited here, he couldn't pull that one off.]

More like an image in his likeness. Plenty of protective curses to be tinkered with in that vein.

[designedtoparty]

[He grins, though he's not quite sure what's stopping them.]

We could stir up trouble, anyway. What's a Muggle?

[He pulls a face at that.]

Oh, well, that's boring. Better than not having him there at all, I guess.

[feorge]

Non-magic folk, such as yourself. But you're definitely among the finer Muggle I've come across.

Maybe not quite what you'd hoped, mate, but far from boring, I'd think. Spook the Hell outta that brutish bloke, no?

[designedtoparty]

Oh. I have powers. Just not of the magic variety. Am I still a Muggle?

And what more could I possibly as for?