Draco Malfoy (
hisdarkmark) wrote2012-01-18 03:08 pm
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Thirty-Fourth Hex [Voice/Action]
[Draco Malfoy was starting to go a bit stir-crazy. After four straight days of snow, then cold, then more snow, and more cold, he had realized that staying in the confines of House 25 wasn't doing him any good. Hence today he's decided to head to the Battle Dome and test his programming skills. He's gotten pretty good at it, he likes to think.
When his journal clicks on, anyone viewing it will get a good glance of the front of a large manor.]
So...you really can recreate anything, can't you. [He's going to go ahead and walk down the path toward the front door of the house, and as he enters into the front hall he's going to continue talking to the village at large. This may just be a test to see if he can continue communication inside a simulation.]
How are the rest of you coping with the snow we've received over the last few days? I'd like a few back-up plans in case this doesn't serve to satisfy. At least when it was warm I could fly a bit, but this is starting to get ridiculous.
[And he's going to turn down the halls, wandering through the maze that is the manor with the ease of someone so familiar with the area. There are the sounds of other footsteps behind him, but if he hears them he doesn't seem to care.]
What's next, anyway? They've left us alone for a while...may as well start to prepare for something big to come. What are the chances they've grown bored with us? New Feathers. You might be the next targets. You ought to have a fair warning.
[His attention's drawn away from the journal then as the footsteps stop, and he finds himself facing a masked figure.] I was wondering when you'd turn up. [And he's withdrawing his wand, closing the journal. Though the picture's no longer available, the last thing heard is the sound of a spell firing off and ricocheting around the room.
[Though he'll stay in the chamber for the full allotted hour, he will be taking a break between enemies appearing and after his hour's up to answer anyone who's contacted him via journals. People are also free to find him in the main lobby of the Battle Dome as well after his simulation's over.]
When his journal clicks on, anyone viewing it will get a good glance of the front of a large manor.]
So...you really can recreate anything, can't you. [He's going to go ahead and walk down the path toward the front door of the house, and as he enters into the front hall he's going to continue talking to the village at large. This may just be a test to see if he can continue communication inside a simulation.]
How are the rest of you coping with the snow we've received over the last few days? I'd like a few back-up plans in case this doesn't serve to satisfy. At least when it was warm I could fly a bit, but this is starting to get ridiculous.
[And he's going to turn down the halls, wandering through the maze that is the manor with the ease of someone so familiar with the area. There are the sounds of other footsteps behind him, but if he hears them he doesn't seem to care.]
What's next, anyway? They've left us alone for a while...may as well start to prepare for something big to come. What are the chances they've grown bored with us? New Feathers. You might be the next targets. You ought to have a fair warning.
[His attention's drawn away from the journal then as the footsteps stop, and he finds himself facing a masked figure.] I was wondering when you'd turn up. [And he's withdrawing his wand, closing the journal. Though the picture's no longer available, the last thing heard is the sound of a spell firing off and ricocheting around the room.
[Though he'll stay in the chamber for the full allotted hour, he will be taking a break between enemies appearing and after his hour's up to answer anyone who's contacted him via journals. People are also free to find him in the main lobby of the Battle Dome as well after his simulation's over.]
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By the way, thank you for the present. I love it.
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[And suddenly his tone changes to something that sounds a bit sheepish, and also pleased.] Do you? I thought you might...it took me a bit longer than I wanted to finish but I'm glad it arrived eventually.
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It's beautiful. It has a permanent place on my nightstand.
Ever open the box?
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I'm glad to hear that. [Because that means it was special and that means he wins.]
I was stuck on step seven for the longest time, but yes, I got it open. [A beat.] ...it's really quite lovely, actually. Looks a lot like the real thing.
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Glad to hear that. I knew you'd be able to do it. And you're welcome. Found it and thought of you.
While we're on the topic of presents, how did Caroline's birthday go?
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Very thoughtful of you, though I don't know if I could get the box open a second time. Please don't ask me to.
[A pause.] ...much better than expected. She seemed rather pleased, actually.
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That's why you write down each step.
Glad to hear that.
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...I ended up showing her something from home.
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Really?
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Really. It's this little village just outside of our school grounds. I'd told her about it, thought she'd like it. Turns out I was right.
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Good job.
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Thanks. The problem now is I have to think of something to top that for Valentine's Day. Girls tend to get angry if you forget about that sort of thing.
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Valentine's Day. I've heard things get dicey around that time of year here. I'm considering journal silence and a week-long vacation.
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You've heard right. It's kind of awful, really. In a sense. [And he's starting to trip over his words a bit because Valentine's Day is full of awkward for him.] I mean sometimes good things come from it, but other times it's just...well. I mean.
The problem is that sometimes they get crafty and it doesn't fall on the actual week of Valentine's. I think it was two years ago? It was the week after.
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[...] Don't answer that question.
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Perhaps you'll get lucky and they'll fall in love with each other and leave you out of it.
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