Lee Jordan (bd_lee) wrote in beyond_dark, @ 2008-05-01 22:44:00 |
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Current mood: | busy |
Entry tags: | * may 2006, - complete, kevin entwhistle, lee jordan |
RP: Searching for the bits he needs
Date: 1 May 2006
Characters: Lee Jordan, ?
Location: ruins of Wizarding Wireless Network Station in Diagon Alley
Private/Public: Public
Rating: TBA
Warnings: TBA
Summary: Lee goes hunting for some things he needs to get his radio up and going.
Lee had wanted to get the radio started when he first got back to Hogsmeade. Now, since Umbridge had made her announcement and that first decree, and since he had talked to so many others and learned about some of what had been going on, it had become almost an imperative.
He knew exactly what he would need for a typical, every day radio; he'd worked at the WWN once upon a time, and he'd worked extensively in it while in America. Charming things, especially Muggle objects, and attuning them to the wizarding equivalents came naturally to him. The only thing he would have to work at was the shifting frequencies he would need to protect him when he did the more, ah, political programming he wanted to do.
He'd assessed what he'd brought with him, and he thought that his best bet before trawling for funding (very carefully now that there was a very real danger of something from Umbridge) was to look through the remains of the old WWN station in Diagon Alley.
He'd forgotten what it looked like since the attack. He picked through the remains of the building and the equipment carefully. He'd already found an old WWN microphone that was intact, though the charms had long since worn off. He thought he could repair it.
Some of the sounding and projection crystals were also intact, or minimally damaged and he slowly filled a charmed bag with the things he was finding. Of course, he was getting quite filthy in the process, digging through everything to find the treasures that wouldn't be enough for a complete set, let alone the muggle bits he knew would be easier to secure.
It was going to be a long afternoon, he thought, rubbing his hands on his jeans as he continued to look around carefully.