07 January 2013 @ 06:18 am
[The feed starts to show Percy pressed up against a wall. There's bruises and cuts decorating his face and neck, and what's visible of his t-shirt is dirty and blood-stained. Injured and weakened he might be, but he's also a Gryffindor, and 'going down fighting' has always been a fatal flaw for them. He glances from side to side before looking down at his device. Before he can speak, though, someone interrupts him.]

You.

[Percy looks away suddenly, jaw setting, eyes narrowing.]

You.

[There's a rush of movement and the device falls to the ground, revealing the greasy-haired, pockmarked face of Augustus Rookwood, grinning like a death's head as he grabs for Percy.]

Incendio!

[Flame rushes out from his wand, catching Rookwood full in the face. He screams as the flames consume him, and though Percy still looks serious, there might be a faint glint of triumph in his eyes.

But then the ashes settle, and Rookwood stumbles forward ... flanked by another one. Percy goes white, and he stumbles backwards, wand extended.]


Incendio!

[The feed ends.]

[ooc: Percy's ghoul, at least here, is Augustus Rookwood. Help would be appreciated!]
 
 
21 December 2012 @ 06:15 am
[The device clicks on, and it does look, truly, like Percy intends to actually say something properly on it. He's in Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, which is all decked out for the holidays, and perhaps he means to film an ad or something - but then he's distracted by something above him.]

What in Merlin's name - is that mistletoe? I won't have that. Accio!

[Alas, the Summoning Charm doesn't work, and he mutters something before starting towards the doorway. As he does, a young woman steps through, and he greets her ... and then his cane clatters to the ground as they kiss. This isn't just a regular kiss, ladies and gentlemen, this is a Kiss. When they finally break apart, they're both a bit flushed, and she grins widely at him.]

Merry Christmas to you, too, sir.

[Blushing, Percy looks down and realizes his device is still on. He sputters, fumbling with it, and then the feed abruptly ends.]

[ooc: anyone want to come visit the shop? :D come kiss a ginger!]
 
 
08 December 2012 @ 10:08 am
text

WANTED:

Assistance in sales and maintenance for Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, a magical joke and prank shop. Magical talent or experience is preferred, but not necessary. Ideal applicants are enthusiastic and willing to learn about a large stock of magical items, good with people, and able to go up and down stairs several times a day.

Please contact Percy Weasley at [number] or apply in person at [address].

action

[Just released from the hospital and using a cane, and look who's already back at the shop! He's moving a little more slowly than usual and takes a while to get upstairs, but he's still selling magical jokes and japes at the newly re-opened Wheezes, just in time for Christmas.]
 
 
 
12 October 2012 @ 06:17 am
audio; open

I thought I would go to the Hall of the Missing today, if anyone would care to join me for the excursion. I will be there around seven. Thank you.

text; locked to pepper, rapunzel, and setsuna

Charlie McGee asked me to get in touch with you in regards to providing fireworks for her wedding. Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes has an extensive selection, and I am certain we will be able to find something to suit the occasion.

action; the hall of the missing

[It's around seven, as he'd said earlier in the day, and Percy is waiting outside the Hall of the Missing, coffee in hand to ward off the chill of the early evening. He checks his pocketwatch for the time, deciding he will give any potential companion another ten minutes before he goes in. He'd like to go alone, but he's not sure it's the wisest course of action, considering all the people he knows who will be in there. With someone else there, it will allow him to make it about them and shift his focus off himself.

In the meantime, he mentally sorts through his to-do lists for the next day, categorizing into City Solutions, the Wheezes, Passione, and home, and tries not to let himself feel the trepidation at how long each of them are.]
 
 
27 September 2012 @ 06:17 am
[The feed cuts in mid-sentence, and there's a scratching of a pen in the background. Just for your convenience, dear readers, please remember that red is Percy, and blue is Angela.]

- eally don’t need the owl!

What if I do?

How often do you get things by wizarding post?

Who said anything about the mail? I could use it at work.

For what, precisely?

Getting things off high shelves. It’d be safer than the stepladder.

You don’t use an owl to fetch things! That’s why people have dogs.

I bet he wouldn’t mind. [A whistle, like one calls for a dog. A moment of silence, followed by a fluttering of feathers and Angela’s laughter.] See?

...He only did that because he thinks you’re pretty.

You make that sound like a federal crime.

What’s a federal cri -

[There’s the sound of a few kisses.]

You know what else people use to get stuff off high shelves?

What’s that?

Tall guys.

Suddenly our marriage makes so much more sense.

Wait... you thought it had any sense to begin with?

[There’s a little more laughter and a few more kisses, and the feed ends.]

[ooc: responses will be coming from [personal profile] thenormalsquint and myself!]
 
 
09 September 2012 @ 11:41 am
[INT. The inside of a room in a castle, all dark grey stone walls, arched lead-glass windows, and vaulted ceilings. It's dark in the room, but evening sunlight slants through the windows, giving just enough light to see the long tables lined up within the room, with another desk at the front, making it clear this is some sort of classroom - and, by the lack of occupants in it, a currently abandoned one.

Until there's a noise. It's very quiet - a soft gasp, a sigh, barely noticeable - but it's a sound.]

the drama continues - minor spoilers for chamber of secrets? )
 
 
29 August 2012 @ 06:31 am
More coffee, Mr. Weasley? You should have another sandwich, Mr. Weasley! May I replace your pen, Mr. Weasley? Are you certain you don't need your coffee refreshed, Mr. Weasley?

No, no, no! Go away!

[Percy sounds angry and frustrated, and his voice is slightly far-off, like he's holding his phone away from his mouth.]

Let me hold that, Mr. Weasley!

Absolutely not!

[Then, closer to the device:]

Do these blasted devices have any way they can be deactivated? Any way at all?

What about a nice sandwich, Mr. Weasley? Are you certain you wouldn't like one?

Please. Any way at all. And please, please hurry.
 
 
14 August 2012 @ 06:20 am
locked to friends of Ginny and/or Percy Weasley

You are cordially invited
to a dinner in celebration of the birthdays of
Miss Ginny M. Weasley and Mr. Percy I. Weasley
on Friday, 17 August 2012, at 7:00 in the evening.

In lieu of gifts, please bring a dish from your home world.

RSVP by Thursday, 16 August.


locked to Rose Tyler
I need your help.
 
 
03 July 2012 @ 06:29 am
[It's text because he doesn't trust his voice not to crack if he says it out loud.]

text, open →
Ginny Weasley has left the City. Please contact me with any outstanding business concerns of hers, and I will resolve them to the best of my ability.

action: at the blue light, open →
[He still can't believe it, even after a day spent searching with no sign of his little sister. She's gone. He's the only Weasley remaining in the city. It's a hollow, sick, sad feeling. Even when he was in self-imposed exile in London, Percy would see his father at the Ministry, cross paths with Bill at Gringotts, and know that the rest were in Devon. But now it's just him.

He sits, quietly, in a corner booth at the Blue Light, glass of whiskey slowly dripping condensation onto the napkin beneath it, book sitting untouched next to him. The chair across from him is empty. He's not inviting anyone to sit with him, but he won't say no to company, either.]
 
 
30 June 2012 @ 04:04 pm
[The shop, just over Percy's shoulder, is very crowded - it's clear that Visitor's Weekend has been a success for Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. He looks a bit harried, a few curls escaping from their gelled hold, but he still manages a decent smile for the camera.]

Welcome to the City, visitors! I sincerely hope you enjoy your stay - and if you choose to explore, please stop by Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, a purveyor of quality magical entertainment and joke products. Don't forget: mention 'VISITOR' at check-out and receive ten percent off your purchase!

[Suddenly, a turquoise firework rockets between him and the camera and he looks aside, startled.]

Sir! Sir! Please don't -

[The screen suddenly fills with lavender smoke, and the connection ends.]

[ooc: DID SOMEONE SAY SHENANIGANS? Feel free to bother Percy at the shop, and fourth-wallers are more than welcome - just don't tell him he's fictional!]
 
 
17 June 2012 @ 08:15 am
[The feed clicks on, and there's a moment before Percy speaks.]

I was wondering -

[And when he speaks again, his voice is a little quieter, like he's away from the phone.]

Dad, I appreciate what you're trying to do, but it's really undermining me out there when you -

[ - he cuts off like he's been interrupted, but there's silence, and he lets out an annoyed huff.]

I'm sure you think you understand the twins' products, but I've spent the last month and a half working with them, and that product definitely utilizes a Substantive Charm -

[Silence.]

It doesn't matter that you've seen a hex a lot like it, because it's a Substantive Charm! I've checked it!

[Silence.]

No! Look, can you just - please just stay back here and - or go back to the flat. Don't come out onto the sales floor.

[He snaps up the phone and ends the connection.]
 
 
09 June 2012 @ 10:02 am
[The feed opens on a rather disgruntled-looking young lady, rather tall and a bit on the thin side, clutching closed the neck of what appears to be a men's dressing gown with one hand and holding onto her device with the other.]

Is this another example of the City's nonsense? Have other people found their wardrobes completely switched out with something wholly inappropriate?

[She stalks over to the closet and flings it open, turning the camera to face it. Indeed, the closet is filled with neatly tailored three-piece suits in various shades of black, grey, blue, and brown, sweater vests, button-down shirts, and a spinning tie rack, on which the ties are not only organized by color, but may actually be organized by pattern within each color.

Clara turns the camera back to herself, looking quite annoyed.]


Whoever found themselves in possession of my clothes, please contact me immediately. Thank you.

[ooc: Meet Clara! Responses will be coming from [personal profile] coordinated.]
 
 
31 May 2012 @ 06:25 am
weasley's wizard wheezes →

[Yep, it's just another day here at the shop. The shelves are still loaded with pranks and gifts, there are still small, random explosions that might change your nose or fix your pimples, and everything still hurts your eyes if you look at it too long. Everything is exactly the same ... well, except that the proprietor of the shop has rather suddenly changed from a tall, thin, redheaded young man with glasses to a tall, thin, redheaded pony with a quill and inkpot on his flank. Who still has glasses. But like hell is he about to let something like suddenly being a horse get in the way of getting stuff done.

At least the upside of working in a joke shop is you can claim a wayward product hit you.]


the carousel →

[Percy can be found loitering around here, too, though if asked, he will sniffily inform you that he's just taking a break.

But he's watching the horses on the carousel a bit more closely than 'taking a break' would suggest, and he's definitely sticking around longer, too.]


[ooc: feel free to run into him wherever, just make a note of where you're seeing him. Replies will be coming from [personal profile] assists_celestia when I get home tonight!]
 
 
30 May 2012 @ 06:17 am
[The transmission cuts on just as it seems Percy's attention is elsewhere for a moment.]

- nesco!

[A frustrated noise, then he seems to be more focused on the network.]

Are there any businesses within the city that cater to tattoo removal? None of the normal methods seem to be succeeding.

[ooc: forward-dating this a touch; taking place just after the cutie marks actually turn into cutie marks.]
 
 
24 May 2012 @ 08:55 pm
[Good afternoon, City. You may notice a few new additions throughout the downtown area. In fact, they're awfully hard to miss: enormous purple and orange boxes with a 'W' printed on them, and - is that lid hinged?

Get close enough and you'll find out.

At a touch, or if a person spends more than a few seconds in its proximity, the lid springs open, revealing a grinning redheaded figurine wearing a garishly purple suit and a tie that you really oughtn't look at for too long if you value your retinas. In its hands is a sign that reads:


WEASLEYS' WIZARD WHEEZES IS NOW OPEN
[ADDRESS]
MENTION "FLABBERGASTED LEECHES" FOR 10% OFF ONE ITEM!


And then, thirty seconds after opening, there is a burst of confetti before the lid slams shut again.

For now.

We at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes sincerely hope you'll come and play.]

[ooc: To go to the shop and interact with actual Weasleys, come on over to the log! If you'd like to play out your characters' reaction to getting glitterbombed, you can do that here - then come to the shop and give Percy a piece of your mind. :D]
 
 
24 April 2012 @ 05:38 pm
[The first thing the camera picks up is a mass of bright blue smoke, then, moments later, there's a hand waving some of it away. Percy appears, looking much more disheveled than he usually does: tie gone, sleeves rolled up, the first few buttons of his shirt undone to reveal the vest beneath, stained with multicolored soot, and there's more of the same on his forehead and cheeks. His hair is a wreck - and, interestingly, electric blue.]

Is that it, then? Explosions and smoke?

[He shakes his head, reaching for a pen, when a woman's voice interrupts, barely holding back laughter.]

Perce. Your hair.

What? Oh, Merlin's beard! Where's my wand? Finite!

[Nothing.]

Finite! Finite incantatem!

[Still nothing. Grinning, Ginny joins him, eyeing his hair thoughtfully.]

I don't know, I rather like it. It really brings out your eyes, you know?

[He swats in her general direction, still scowling in the mirror.]

See if you can find an antidote; there's bound to be one in here somewhere. I'm not leaving the shop with blue hair.

You sure? You'd have girls falling all over you in a heartbeat. [She smirks, adding sweetly,] Blue's everyone's favourite colour.

Oh, go away.

[Ginny leaves, flicking her hair over her shoulders and still laughing as she goes. Percy glances around, then picks up the phone, frowning.]

What the - ? Oh, no.

[Flushing, he quickly ends the connection.]
 
 
11 April 2012 @ 06:29 pm
OPEN

Weasley's Wizard Wheezes will be closing for the month of April for inventory and employee training. We thank you for your patience and continued patronage.

Locked to PEPPER POTTS and TONY STARK

Due to unforeseen circumstances, I must request that my position at City Solutions be reduced to part-time for the foreseeable future. Thank you in advance for your consideration.

Locked to ARIADNE

If you need anything, don't hesitate to let me know.

Locked to GINNY WEASLEY

Can we talk? Soon?
 
 
25 March 2012 @ 03:25 pm
[Percy's voice is quick, quiet, and worried, and his breathing occasionally catches, clearly walking in a hurry.]

Ginny, Fred, George - stay inside, whatever you do, just stay inside - no matter what happens. I'm Apparating back to the cabin now.

[A door. Ambient noises of being outside.]

Okay, I'm - [quieter now, away from the phone:] Miss, are you all right? What happened?

[Indistinguishable.]

With a plunger? I'm not much for healing spells but I can wrap it up for you - here, hold still - Ferula. There, how's th -

[Another voice enters the exchange:]

Exᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛᴇ.

Get out of here! I'll hold it off - Depulso! Confringo! For God's sake, go!

Exᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛᴇ.

[There is the high whine of a laser, and the connection abruptly ends.]
 
 
[The device suddenly clicks on, and it seems to be broadcasting from the floor, showing the side of a desk. Several feet of bubble appear before we finally see anything of Percy, who is encased in a bubble that extends several feet in each direction. He reaches down and makes a grab for the phone, scowling in frustration, before he finally manages to grab it. When he realizes it's on, he scowls harder.]

This is most inconvenient.

[And then he ends the connection.]