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entrancelogs2016-10-04 11:38 pm
wriggedywrecked) wrote in entrancelogs2016-10-04 11:38 pm
[OPEN] TINY RICK
Who: Rick Sanchez and YOU
Where: Around Hogwarts etc.
When: Oct 1-5, the Hogwarts Event
Rating: PG-13ish for teenage douchebaggery and drug/alcohol use
Summary: Rick is a 7th Year Ravenclaw with a shitty punk band and is the RESIDENT BAD BOY ON CAMPUS he's the worst.
The Story:
ATTACK OF THE GIANT SQUID
Rick has been preparing for this prank for the past year. He had to calculate exactly how much magical energy was required and exactly which combination of spells would work best for this kind of abject bullshit. It's kind of befitting of a Ravenclaw to put that much effort into something, but one would think he'd put that effort into something actually worthwhile. But this is Rick. Everyone knows that Rick is a) The Worst and b) the fucking master of mayhem and destructive pranking.
It's a beautiful autumn day when suddenly the lake stirs. A seventeen-year-old is waving his wand at the edge. Bubbles start to rise. And then a giant squid starts to rise.
Yes, the giant squid that lives in the lake is now living outside of the lake, and is in fact rising straight up out of the goddamn water. It floats about thirty feet into the air, wriggling its tentacles in confusion and mild dismay. Then said giant squid starts floating toward the castle.
Everyone knows the giant squid is basically just a huge, wet, underwater puppy, so it's not going to hurt anyone. But still. There is definitely a giant squid floating around the outside of Hogwarts, followed closely by a teenager with his wand in the air, cackling like an insane person.
Hogsmeade
Only the shadiest people go to the Hog's Head, which is perfect because Rick is super shady. He's here late one evening after the students are probably supposed to have gone home, and is absolutely drinking, which may or may not be illegal, but haha, no one in this pub cares. Everyone knows Aberforth Dumbledore is some kind of goat fucker or something so it's not like he has any right to card people.
That is exactly how logic works.
Feel free to either have a drink with him or badger him about it.
The Astronomy Tower
Rick comes up here to be alone and think, and also to smoke, though depending on the day it's kind of anyone's guess what he's smoking. He seems a bit contemplative, but he might be willing to sell you some gillyweed if that's what you're into.
Some Dungeon
You may have seen a leaflet strewn around the castle advertising The Flesh Curtains. They're a punk rock band who mostly play covers of 80s songs and probably have like four fans, but oh well. Anyway, they're playing tonight, and they might suck, but they sure do have a lot of spirit. Or something. Maybe you're in the band? Maybe you're one of those four fans? Maybe you want to go tell the teachers that this illegal band is illegally playing in one of the dungeons?
WILDCARD
OR JUST COME AT RICK WITH WHATEVER THE FUCK DO IT FUCKING DO IT MORTY
Where: Around Hogwarts etc.
When: Oct 1-5, the Hogwarts Event
Rating: PG-13ish for teenage douchebaggery and drug/alcohol use
Summary: Rick is a 7th Year Ravenclaw with a shitty punk band and is the RESIDENT BAD BOY ON CAMPUS he's the worst.
The Story:
ATTACK OF THE GIANT SQUID
Rick has been preparing for this prank for the past year. He had to calculate exactly how much magical energy was required and exactly which combination of spells would work best for this kind of abject bullshit. It's kind of befitting of a Ravenclaw to put that much effort into something, but one would think he'd put that effort into something actually worthwhile. But this is Rick. Everyone knows that Rick is a) The Worst and b) the fucking master of mayhem and destructive pranking.
It's a beautiful autumn day when suddenly the lake stirs. A seventeen-year-old is waving his wand at the edge. Bubbles start to rise. And then a giant squid starts to rise.
Yes, the giant squid that lives in the lake is now living outside of the lake, and is in fact rising straight up out of the goddamn water. It floats about thirty feet into the air, wriggling its tentacles in confusion and mild dismay. Then said giant squid starts floating toward the castle.
Everyone knows the giant squid is basically just a huge, wet, underwater puppy, so it's not going to hurt anyone. But still. There is definitely a giant squid floating around the outside of Hogwarts, followed closely by a teenager with his wand in the air, cackling like an insane person.
Hogsmeade
Only the shadiest people go to the Hog's Head, which is perfect because Rick is super shady. He's here late one evening after the students are probably supposed to have gone home, and is absolutely drinking, which may or may not be illegal, but haha, no one in this pub cares. Everyone knows Aberforth Dumbledore is some kind of goat fucker or something so it's not like he has any right to card people.
That is exactly how logic works.
Feel free to either have a drink with him or badger him about it.
The Astronomy Tower
Rick comes up here to be alone and think, and also to smoke, though depending on the day it's kind of anyone's guess what he's smoking. He seems a bit contemplative, but he might be willing to sell you some gillyweed if that's what you're into.
Some Dungeon
You may have seen a leaflet strewn around the castle advertising The Flesh Curtains. They're a punk rock band who mostly play covers of 80s songs and probably have like four fans, but oh well. Anyway, they're playing tonight, and they might suck, but they sure do have a lot of spirit. Or something. Maybe you're in the band? Maybe you're one of those four fans? Maybe you want to go tell the teachers that this illegal band is illegally playing in one of the dungeons?
WILDCARD
OR JUST COME AT RICK WITH WHATEVER THE FUCK DO IT FUCKING DO IT MORTY
one thousand years dungeon
What he is good at, bizarrely enough, is Potions. Good enough to take as many advanced courses as he can. Good enough to peruse the stacks for the most complicated recipes imaginable just to see if he can concoct them in his spare time. He's not sure if it stems from any sort of genuine passion for the thing, or if it simply feels like the thing to do if he's even remotely good at it, because god knows he's not got a lot of other marketable skills at his disposal.
So it makes it kind of annoying, kind of really goddamn annoying, when you're trying to concentrate on perfecting a brew of Felix Felicis (and for no other reason than just because you can, which is a bizarre, exciting, newfeeling for someone like him to have and it makes him feel like maybe he has a chance to be something and define himself by something other than his brain and its issues), and it turns out you can't focus on a single damn thing you're supposed to be reading from the book.
Because some punk kid next door is screaming into a microphone about shower curtains made of meat. Or something.
Tim stomachs it silently for maybe an hour. Maybe forty-five minutes, tops. Then he hits the nadir of his patience, and he stumps on out and bangs the door open with a flat, disinterested glare in the ragtag band's vicinity.
"You guys mind?"
GOOD
"Nah, we don't f-fucking mind." He turns to his fellow band members. "What you think, y-you guys fucking mind?"
Laughter resounds and someone hits a drum. Rick looks at the three or four fans.
"You guys fucking mind?"
General screaming. A sock is thrown.
Rick grins. "And I sure don't fucking mind!"
SWEET GUITAR RIFF YEAAAAAH!!!!
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"I do mind," he fires back, flatly. "Can you maybe find someplace else for your three fans to enjoy it? Maybe out with the giant squid? You and him seem to be such pals lately."
Yeah, he heard about that little stunt with Mr. Tentacles. Then again, everybody heard about that.
lenny face
"Ha, everyone's pals with the squid! Especially now that b-basically half the Hogwarts population got to, to meet it face to face."
He strums a few chords on his guitar.
"And fuck no, this is where we always play our gigs. We disturbing your beauty r-rest or something?"
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Tim has absolutely no patience for this right now, however, and unfortunately for Rick, he's had a lot of practice with non-verbal spells.
Which is why, with a careless flick of his wand, Rick's guitar abruptly stops emitting any sound whatsoever. Don't worry, Rick - a typical Silencing Charm only lasts a few hours at most.
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Rick strums his guitar and then it simply stops making noise mid-chord.
"Hey! Hey, f-fuck you!" Rick pulls out his own wand and taps the guitar, but breaking someone else's charm requires a bit more concentration than Rick can muster right now. He tugs off the strap and sets the guitar down.
"What's your damage, asshole? You wanna fucking go?"
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Really, anything that means he won't have to face this asshole in a ridiculous, impromptu duel or anything, mostly because Tim's pretty sure he'd lose in the most humiliating way possible. And he gets enough humiliation on a day-to-day basis, thanks.
'Course, he did just Silence the guy's guitar. That might make things a bit more complicated.
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Anyway, there's a better method. The counterspell for a Silencing Charm is simple, but too hard to manage right now, so the alternative is just to completely override it. By using an Amplify Spell--which they've already been using, since actual amps won't work in Hogwarts.
So Rick taps his guitar a few times with his wand, mutters Sonorus three times, and then strums.
It's kind of like that scene in the beginning of Back to the Future where Marty turns the amps up basically way, way past eleven and just annihilates himself. A sonic boom issues from Rick's guitar, kind of like a lightning bolt just struck inside the room, and the shockwave knocks Rick over and literally everyone else in the vicinity. Anything made of glass shatters. The speakers blow out.
Rick lies in a heap and laughs his ass off, even though he kind of can only hear muffled sounds.
"T-Try that on for size, motherfucker!"
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Tim turns slowly, pivoting on his heel until he's back to facing Rick and the Ricks (or whatever the hell they're called) directly. His ears are still ringing. His jaw aches.
"You asshole," says Tim. Or he - tries to say. Jury's out on whether anyone actually hears it, because he sure as hell doesn't.
So he does what any reasonable, mature adult would do in recompense.
He starts Silencing every damn thing he can point his wand at.
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Rick looks up in time to see Tim start casting, and judging by the color and the wand movement it looks like more Silencing Charms. He certainly can't hear Tim actually saying anything, so it's just an educated guess.
The rational and mature thing to do here would be to just lie here and laugh maniacally and let bygones be bygones, or whatever, but the Rick thing to do would be to start casting Amplify Spells all over the place. Not that anyone in this room can possibly hear anything at this point, but it's the principle of the thing, or something. So now the room is filled with extremely loud mouth sounds and extremely quiet breathing and extremely loud mice in the walls and extremely quiet actual speaking, and so on and so forth. It's some goddamn surreal shit is what.
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At that point, Tim just sort of collapses against the wall, leaning heavily on it for support with one shoulder, one eye cracked open as he stares at Rick with an exhausted frustration.
"Are - " he begins, but then remembers that he can't say a damn thing that anyone's gonna understand. Thanks, Rick. So instead he rolls his eyes and sketches out the words in midair with his wand where they hover as if outlined in fire, suspended.
ARE WE DONE?
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WE DONE
Cause hey, they're all exhausted now, and that was basically the most fun he's had ending a concert ever. People are going to talk about this one for weeks.
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God damn this asshole, anyway. Tim's outta here. He shoulders the door open, trying and failing to ignore the way each step just generates more ripples of pain up to his pounding head and eardrums.
That was in no way worth it. In no way.