Knowhere IC

So it's been a few days and I haven't woken up from this weird dream. Figure I might as well say hello, my name is James Potter. Lovely to meet you all. I'm sure my reputation precedes me, etc. Are there things a magical person such as myself needs to know about the non-magical space... world? If it's a world?

All this extra weirdness going on lately has got me feeling a little tense. I'd like a chance to cut loose for a bit, but there's no way I can do that here - I'd burn this place to a cinder!


So how do these fancy 'Passport' bracelets work? Can I use mine to go somewhere nice and deserted for just a few hours? I'm really afraid to mess with this thing on my own. I mean, who knows who or what I'd turn into?

Oi!

Where the bloody hell is that little bugger that doesn't speak English? I'm going to flush him down the toilet then pitch him down a flight of stairs.

Who: Sirius Black & James Potter
What: Two boys being goofy
Where: The barracks
When: Backdated to James' arrival
Warnings | Status: None | Complete

( They’d maintained their cheerful banter on levels of giddiness that both of them knew were lies. Sirius was freaked out and he knew James well enough to know the other boy was, too. )

Seriously, though, what the fuck?

Aaaaaaaaaand back to one heart. I'll just ... take myself back to medical, I suppose.

I know I'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I'm starting to realize there's an awful lot of used up and discarded soldiers here.. I don't know about the rest of you, but settling into civilian life isn't the easiest thing for me. Thankfully I've been fortunate enough to make some pretty good friends here, also fellow soldiers, but I know that's not the case for everyone.

So for any of you out there who are feeling a little lost without your team mates, crew members, brothers-in-arms, superiors or your troops.. you should know you aren't alone. There's more of us here and most of us are relatively nice. Well, as nice as war-torn veterans can be. So you don't have to be alone, if you don't want to be.

I'm York. Agent New York, UNSC Spartan Program, Project Freelancer.

Peter.

You have something of mine.

Oi. What's a mutant?

Dis de craziest place Remy ever seen. Y' got spaceships an' aliens an' food dat ain't food. Don' know how y' got Remy up here, but he'd sure like t' go back down.

What about the pr I don't suppose anyone's seen a man by name of James Holden? I checked the list but it wouldn't be the first stupid thing he's Or Amos, Alex and Prax? Or Miller

They're not very good at staying put.

My best friend's wife is about to push a baby out of her uterus and you lot go and kidnap me before I can get him drunk one last time. I'll have you know you've condemned him to a horrible life.


I need a mechanic.... an auto repair.. person. Whatever you lot call it.

Are we in London? It's hideous.

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