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[The faces of the passerby's to the device's lens seem to be reflecting a range from distinct lack of interest to mild amusement to extreme confusion. They also appear to be shielding their heads from something, but from the device's position, it isn't quite clear what.

That is, until the throng clears enough for the device to get a good shot of the fountain - and what appears to be an aquatic apparition thrashing about in the center of it all. Wrapped in one of its many tendrils can be seen a man in slightly tattered clothes, though his most distinct feature is the flaming red hair that might be somewhat familiar to select residents of the City. He is also screaming and flailing against the monster theatrically.]

No! No! Somebody, stop this beast! This is no way for a man to go! No!

[As the creature lifts him to its mouth(?), he confines himself to his fate and shouts to whatever observers have stuck around to watch the events unfold.]

Tell my family - I love them!

[But it's too late for him. The monster slips him into its translucent mouth and he can be seen sliding through the watery entrails - and then sliding right back out through the stomach, depositing him just close enough to get a better view of him. His concentration broken, the monster collapses back to its original position in the fountain, thoroughly soaking the man and the other observers in the process. They look annoyed. He looks...disappointed.]

Bugger. Another flop. [He turns to the device with something of a smile, putting his abundant freckles and soft brown eyes into view.] The stomach's supposed to be more akin to jelly, see? The idea was suspension, not lubrication.

[He sighs and gets to his feet, brushing himself off despite his dripping wet state.]

All in due time. Let's go it again. Come on, Georgie.

[He addresses another, though he is quite noticeably alone, and it's only in this that his voice takes a slightly less chipper tone. All that can be seen is his back and the strange, ethereal movement of the water as he walks back over to the fountain and the device shuts off.]

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[ooc; Fred is officially in the City! :D He hasn't quite figured out the device yet, though he played with it for a good while beforehand because that was curious minds do! Feel free to say your character was an unfortunate observer or just happened to pass him by or whatever, really. As a side note, I'm going to be disappearing around 1pm-ish today, so tags may come slow after that, but backtagging is love and I will reply as quickly as possible! Go crazy, you silly kids! ♥]

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[Redheads are just made of win, Hanna.]

It's simple, really. If a man's to snuff it, oughtn't it be fighting a water monster over say, choking on a biscuit or some such?

[At first, he's a bit thrown. Red-headed woman shouting at him; has his mother followed him to the afterlife simply to shout at him for a simple prank? But no, she is quite unfamiliar and he raises his brow a bit apprehensively.]

Easy there, m'lady. Gorgeous face as yours'll be ruined with all that fretting. No blood, no foul, aye?

[ Oh, he won't get anywhere on flattery, no sir. Donna Noble's got more integrity in her pinky finger than to let some mischievous young prankster get the better of her. ]

Don't give me that pretty face nonsense! You had me all worked up...!

[ No, really. She's much too smart for his ~~charm~~ tricks. ]

You're all right, then? Really? Cause there are things here: not so friendly things. You've got to be careful.

[ Ah well. She meant to be hard on him, anyway. ]

[We redheads should form a secret society, Fred.]

Touche. Fighting a water monster is much more manly than death by cookie.

...Why did you want its insides to be like gelatin, though?

Where's your imaginary friend? I thought you said you could summon them.

Don't forget: devilishly handsome.

[It's a simple enough request, 'don't move so I can find you,' but that tone in her voice has him a touch wary. He sighs a highly comical sigh, the exaggeration clear even without a spoken word.]

Not an inch from the spot, dear sister. Though I hope this "loads to explain" is more interesting than old Binnsy's "loads to explain." I'm keen on reaching an understanding at some point in this lifetime.

[Though his lifetime's technically done with, so does that make his afterlifetime? Not a joke for little sisters, decidedly.]

[...oh, sweet alien fairy. Never give free reign to a Weasley twin.]

Loads of 'em. Some boring old laws and spells beyond my level, but I'd only consider it a challenge.

[Excellent. And slowly but surely, we'll rise in the ranks and throw a coup. THE CITY WILL BE OURS!]

How many blokes d'you know can say they've been stuck in the belly of a water monster? That's adventure.

[LET THE GINGER REVOLUTION BEGIIN!!!]

Good point, good point indeed! And to come out alive? You get all sorts of stories that way.

[That earns him another half-laugh, soft and brief and barely swallowed back.]

How dare you compare me to Binns, and on a day like today. Your chances of me calling you handsome at all are lowering, knobhead.

[Ginny's voice takes on an affectionate cast usually kept quiet around her brothers, if only because it's an unspoken understanding among the Weasley siblings that they care for each other. No need to get soppy when there's mud to wrestle in and brooms to fly, right? But she can't help it. She hasn't even seen Fred and she's already trying to take advantage of every extra minute she's been given. So the youngest - perhaps not the youngest anymore - Weasley shuts off her device, stuffs it into the pocket of her shorts, grabs her wand and races out of the apartment until she's clear of its protective wards.

Once in the corridor, she Apparates to the fountain, reappearing on the opposite side of the thing from her brother with a sharp crack. Ginny doesn't even wait for the dizziness to fade before she leaps onto the lip of the fountain to search out of the area for a flash of Weasley red hair and... there. Oh, Merlin, it's him. Her heart leaps into her throat and she forces her voice past it to shout out,]

FRED!

[Well worth the effort though, innit? All worked up over lil ol' Fred? There is certainly a sly smile of sorts at that. He's got his ways.]

Not to worry. All's swell.

[...Well, technically not. He is dead, but as far as City-time goes, he's without harm.]

I've had my share of dealings with the not-so-friendly. Reckon the only thing I've to be careful of is unnecessarily troubling the dames of this fine establishment.

[...wat.]

Beg pardon? I haven't got any imaginary friends, to my knowledge. Though I s'pose I could tweak some protective curses to make one if I were so inclined.

[SCORE!]

Can't hurt too much with the ladies either.

[That's a wink.]

Edited 2011-08-12 01:31 (UTC)

[ it's less 'sweet' and more 'never turn down a challenge even if it may make you very ill' ]

I like the way you think! [ she sits down on the lip of the fountain, crossing her legs ] Is that sort of ability common in your world?

Yeah? Then who's Georgie? I didn't see anyone, apart from that monster thing.

Blimey. She fights dirty, this one.

[And you can have that affection right back, with an ounce of pride to go with it. Regardless of whatever brought them here, death or some sort of time-lapse in reality that brings us to the magical day of Thursday; Ginny's still Ginny. A sharp tongue and endless wit, just the way a Weasley is meant to be. Oh yes, there is most certainly pride in his little sister. It's the sort of thing that knows no bounds and has him waiting patiently at the fountainside, despite his inquisitive nature urging him to figure out what makes this place tick.

No, really. The ticking is bloody annoying; he's dead set on finding the source and giving it a firm piece of his rather destructive mind. But as it is apparently Ginny's birthday, Fred's being a good boy and waiting as told. That is, until he hears the distinct sound of Apparition and he's on his feet in a heartbeat, looking around and --

Ah. She really is older. Forget about the impossibility of it all; there's something painful in the thought that he missed his little sister growing up. But gods, she's beautiful and no longer the family baby but a woman and how in the Hell did that happen? Is this what he'll be missing back home, now he's died and gone off to...somewhere? His smile starts as a bittersweet one, but he swallows it down into a wide grin and pockets his device before heading over through the water, because he'll be damned if he has to actually walk around to greet her.]

Have we forgotten I'm the one with both ears?

[Oh hello, this artfully disarranged lady is applauding you so hard she looks to be clapping her hands raw.]

Oh, brilliant! May I try?

What's a bubblehead charm?

[She's already running to him, and for the first time in all her years in the City, she jumps into the fountain to get there faster, ignoring the bewildered stares of the passersby. Her hair is quite a bit longer, her height isn't that much taller at all (Merlin knows she stopped growing at fourteen), but she's most certainly older. Something about the eyes, the way she carries herself, because she hasn't lived the rest of their war yet but other things have robbed her of that childish innocence all the same - but that conversation is for another time. This time is for explanations of why she's three years too old, why they're in a strange city, why she knows how to Appparate when she can barely do it in their world, why Fred is alive when he should be...

Don't think about it. Be there for your brother, Ginny. He might need you just as much as you certainly need him.

But there's no mistaking this is Fred Weasley just as much as this is his sister. It's still Ginny Weasley, all fire and snap, and her freckled face is wearing the brightest and most heartbreaking smile possible, her earlier grief forgotten in light of being reunited with family. The over-brightness in her eyes could be attributed to a trick of the light, because there's no way in hell she's admitting that she feels like crying.]

Fred. [Her voice nearly cracks with too much emotion.] Fred, I can't believe it, it's really—!

[If she tackles him into the fountain with the force of her hug, it's not her fault.]

Edited 2011-08-12 00:34 (UTC)

[Snort. Hanna just laughs at that.]

Well, clearly, that is priority numero uno.

[Fred's kind of gal!]

My world, eh? D'you mean to say you aren't just some sort of cleverly advanced fairy or pixie?

[..... 8( Congrats, Nathan. You caught him off guard on the one topic that'll have his defenses faltering. He shrugs a bit and his tone comes as nothing short of bitter.]

Just some prat who didn't have the sense to follow his twin to a dodgy alternate dimension.

[Blinking, because blimey, she could be Luna's sister or cousin or something.]

Good sense of adventure about you, doll. If you'd really like to have a go, how'd you like to test a small charm for me as well?

Oh, it's a bit like-

[A flick of his wand and a small bubble forms around his head with perfectly fresh air inside. He smiles.]

-that.

Nope! I'm a troll, from a world called Alternia. I guess I kind of look like a fairy, though!

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