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[hexuality]

[ audio ]

[This broadcast begins in the middle of a conversation and starts with the sound of a coin being set down on a table.]

What is this?

A gold Galleon. [Flippant, nonchalant.] You know, I don't think money from my world will buy you much of anything in the City. If you wanted to borrow a few coins for a cup of coffee, you could have just asked instead of dragging me out of work.

This coin was one of many, was it not?

[Dryly,] Well, yes, I reckon coins are generally made in large batches. I'm the wrong Weasley to ask, though, Bill's the one who works at the bank.

Your brother was not the one who used them as a method of communication during a rebellion.

[A pause. The question that hangs in the air is, How did you know that? but what we can't see is that the final message sent by Neville Longbottom is still etched into the coin: HP here. App to A's. Taking back H. What we don't know is that she's spoken about it to friends on the network before. It must be on record somewhere. She works this out in seconds so Ginny laughs instead, the sound surprisingly easy.]

That's what this is about? First of all, it was a war in my world. Second: it was a long time ago. Honestly, you don't even know the full—

So you don't deny that you've orchestrated a rebellion in the past?

So what if I have?

And your methods included propaganda, defacing private property, and terrorism of government-appointed officials?

If you mean those piss-poor excuses of professors and a Headmaster, they terrorised us first—

Do you deny having communicated with the group calling themselves Anonymous?

[Another pause, longer, more tense. She's spoken with them once. The sound of paper, a photograph, being laid down next: her, Neville, and Luna plotting around a table (a souvenir from the pictures curse).]

Where the hell did you get that?

Who are the people in this photograph with you?

You were in my flat? How dare—

That isn't the answer I was looking for.

[Angrily: ] They're not here! That's at school—back in Scotland—practically two years ago now and doesn't have a damn thing to do with the City!

Can you prove that? [The look on her face must be enough (livid, tight-lipped), because she doesn't answer.; how could she prove it? She can't, it's her word against theirs.] I see. That will be all for now, Miss Weasley.

"For now"?

Take her away.

What the bloody hell do you think you're—?!

[The feed ends.]


[ooc; those pesky sandworms stealing incriminating "evidence." ginny's getting carted off to jail and all replies will be from her cell there. assume a delay between your character's first comment and her response!]

Comments

( t e x t )

[yourbestguysgun]

[ If he agreed with the City keeping everyone from revolting before - this is enough to make him change his mind. He's been out all morning taking down reports of sandworm damage and he doesn't really think much of it when he hears there's a new post on the network. Still, his grip tightens on the device as he listens to all this play out, fumbling over sending a message to her.

How the fuck does anyone get in the prison? ]

they leave the device with you?

( voice )

[hexuality]

[Of course he's the first one to get to her, in his own way. It makes her smile, even when the rest of this is shit, basically. So she goes to voice because she figures that would be more reassuring.]

Hi, Bucky.

( voice )

[yourbestguysgun]

You just had to get yourself into trouble, didn't you Weasley?

[ His voice is soft but with a dangerous undercurrent, an anger beneath it. ] You okay?

( voice )

[hexuality]

I didn't ask for this.

[Quiet, firm.]

Don't do anything stupid. I don't want you here with me.

[Which would sound awful if they weren't as close as they are.]

Voice

[trenchknives]

Shit, you too, huh?

[From the sound of things, he's also in jail.]

Voice

[hexuality]

[A laugh, brief and frustrated.]

Well, I suppose that leaves out asking you to close up the shop for me.

Re: Voice

[trenchknives]

Yeah, I'm sorry -- they actually got me at the shop. Dunno what I supposedly did, but they questioned me for a damn long time before throwin' me in here.

Voice

[hexuality]

I was at Passioné today otherwise I would've known. I'm sorry.

Are you alright?

video;

[subecho]

Leave. The witch. Be.

[ ...never mind that the guards can't hear him. ]

video;

[hexuality]

[Ginny looks up at her device, the light from it throwing her face into relief, roughed up but nothing she isn't used to. And she grins.]

Can't stand a little competition for my attention, Thor?

video;

[subecho]

[ Muttered - ]

We have matters to settle. You cannot be harmed until it is so.

video;

[hexuality]

I thought we'd already settled things.

text;

[intheblanks]

[The user ID attached to this device seems to be a Mr J Wachawski.]

are you there?

text;

[hexuality]

Who is this?

[Which is basically yes since she's answered.]

text;

[intheblanks]

woollongong warriors finest player.

are you all right?

text;

[hexuality]

[She's smiling so hard because he remembers that.]

Banged up but I'll live. They couldn't have expected me to come along without a fight since I'm a "rebel" and all.

[Video]

[destinedtobeunpopular]

...are you okay?

[ Because this is far from okay, and far too familiar, and he doesn't like it. ]

[Video]

[hexuality]

I should scratch a message into the dirt that says Yes, Perfectly Fine, Thank You.

[Video]

[destinedtobeunpopular]

Right. Sorry.

This is getting out of hand.

[Video]

[bibliophile_annex]

Ginny! [This is absolutely ridiculous. How can they - ?] Tell them I made the coins! You shouldn't be locked away for something so -

[There is now a distinct pounding on her door.]

[Video]

[hexuality]

Hermione, run.

[Video]

[bibliophile_annex]

[Gasping, Hermione grabs her communicator and heads towards the nearest window.]

This might be entirely fruitless...

[ Action ]

[bettercallit]

[ The interrogation leaves a lot to be desired, but after years of learning the hard way that nothing comes without a price, Clint's incredibly wary of how civilised it's been so far.

Clanking and squeaking as the cell door is opened, Clint is dragged to the entrance and guided inside before it's closed behind him. He expects to be the only resident, so when he resigns to his predicament and turns around to find Ginny already there, a slow frown forms across his brow. ]

Guess we booked the same holiday resort. Room service anything to write home about?

[ Action ]

[hexuality]

[Ginny looks up from where she's sitting against the wall when someone is approaching and she frowns when she recognises who it is, getting up to check him.]

Well, if you see any ghosts. [She crosses her arms.] What'd you do?

[ Action ]

[bettercallit]

[ He follows her every move with sharp eyes, lips quirking up at one side at the pose. ]

Could ask you the same. [ But he shrugs, finds a nice spot of wall to lean against. ] Turns out I'm an intriguing guy. Guess I left more of myself around the apartment than I realised.