That's why I went with Pottermore. You seem more capable handling the driver's seat of a roleplay arc.

Ah. I see. Well, I appreciate the compliment and I'll be looking forward to helping to build this RP.

"So . . . this is it, then?" Threed stepped out of his ship. He paused to straighten his trench coat. With the overcast sky, Hogwarts almost seemed to loom over him. "This is Hogwarts? The data I have on the place didn't mention it would be so . . . quaint. Yes. That's the word."

"Why are we here, Threed?" This question came from a kitsune who stepped out, stopping behind Threed. Her ears twitched with minor irritation. "I didn't pick up any disturbances on any of the Waverider's systems," she added, crossing her arms.

"Yes, yes, Kit", came Threed's reply. "I've already told you--sometimes, one must rely on their own intuition rather than technology."

"Even if that technology is Triforian?" Triforian being Threed and his species, and their technological prowess being highly regarded among the known species of the universe.

"Even if. For example, take the Waverider. A ship that is much bigger inside than it is to the outside observer. Also, take this"--he paused to reveal a small tool from his pocket--"seemingly an ordinary writing implement, but wait! There's more! One would think it a mere pen, but 'tis a powerful weapon. Why, just press the switch here and--whoa!" The "pen" furnished a small laser beam from its tip that, luckily, instead of slicing Threed's head clean off his body, was satisfied with claiming a sizeable tuft of his dark hair.

"I meant to do that. My point anyway, Kit, is that this is a universe of technology, and still, nothing can beat my keen, raw senses! After all, technology needs maintenance, repairing--there's that incessant ringing again!" He began swatting his ear with fervor.

"Threed. Threed!"

"What!?"

". . . That was a phone."

"Whooooose?"

"Miiiiines. It's just an alarm. I forgot to turn this thing off. I thought I'd have a bit more time to rest." She capped her comment with a stretch accompanied by a yawn.

"Rest? Our work is never done, little fox. Come--we make for Hogwarts. Hopefully, someone among their leadership will meet with us and give us a lead. The sooner we locate the anomaly, the better."

Kit sighed, shrugged, and trudged right behind her eccentric partner.

sure thing. the main group is currently on a planet called Pottermore - based naturally on the Harry Potter series- and is just exploring the school.

I mean a synopsis of this version of Insane Cafe. If you get me.

Damn. It's really been a year already? WTF!!!

I should probably make an account then. Is it weird that I "troped" before I knew tropes were a thing? If something in real life went down, I'd go, "that's the final scene evil speech," or "did you see that? he hit him with the 'hadoken!' (calling your attacks)." I'm not trying to come off as "I troped before it was cool" *tips fedora* It's just weird that this site existed for many years while I used to refer to situations as cliches.

Am I a weirdo?

> SEVEN DEADLY SINS TAVERN
PLANET: RESTIZ - FEDERATION SPACE . . .

"It says, 'Just got a contract. Headed to Bespl. Don't wait up.' What contract is she on this time?" Lars sighed and motioned for the bartender to pour him another glass of whiskey. "She has a habit of doing this, Flannery. Ever since we went into merc work."

"Well you know how it is, kid," Flannery replied smiling. "She's Navy. Former Navy, but it's hard to take the wanderer out of the spacers."

"You'd know, Flannery. Right?"

"I'm not taking her side just because I'm ex-Navy, you know. Still--weren't you a Marine? You've probably seen just as many worlds as she did. What did you do during your time in anyway?"

Lars shot him a look and rolled his eyes. "Ah, you know--saw the sights, banged a few alien chicks. Come on, Flan--shit's classified. You know that."

The bartender only put both his hands up in response. That left the third member Lars' group, Rana. They'd dropped her off at the Heaven's Pillar for some R&R--on her own dime, of course. They wouldn't be approving any more group funds for her . . . "staycations" she called them. How they were staycations when she didn't stay on the ship was a mystery, but Lars didn't question it. "Women," he muttered, shaking his head. "Well Flan, it was nice shooting the shit but I'm gonna go ahead and get jets up."

"Oh", he replied, raising an eyebrow. "Where to now?"

Lars raised his shoulders slightly. "No idea. Gonna find something to do. Some planet always needs a small-time bounty to claim or some mop-up operation to take care of." A few paper credits were put underneath the shot glass Lars had been drinking from. He'd always preferred the "look and feel" of paper currency, though he always had plenty of credits in his databank. He said it made him feel like he was on Terra during the "earthbound era"--before space travel had been fully realised. Though he was never alive during this time, he couldn't help feeling a certain nostalgic longing for it. One of the things that made him weirdly endearing, he eventually decided.

"You know, Flannery, that offer still stands. If you ever get tired of this shit--"

"I know. I know. Trust me, I'm still declining." He laughed heartily then continued. "Ain't no way you could get me into space again, especially not with a blaster in my hands. But hey--if you ever get tired of pulling triggers . . . you know I could use a strongarm around here for when things get a bit rowdy."

Lars smiled as he waved behind him and exited the tavern. "Fat chance, you old fart," he said over his shoulder, before stepping out into the cold, Restizian night and heading toward the spaceport.

- p e n d i n g -

Thanks, mate. I'll be sure to get my character involved IC before the next arc begins.

Nick, I'm using the whole wizard/prisoner clean-up arc to enter into things. Don't worry--I will NOT write it in a way where I said your character did or did not do something. It'll be left to interpretation unless you're willing to give an approval for co-oping a bit. Let me know if my IC post doesn't work and I'll change it around.