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[ Someone's not at Hogwarts anymore, and is a little...confused. By it. Because last he checked he was at least in England, and this? This is absolutely nothing like England. Or Europe. Or anywhere he's ever been, if he's being honest.

And like all good school-boys do when they are lost and confused, James is going to ruffle his hair (a nervous tick okay), resettle his feet, and just. Head on out into the rest of the ship. Curiosity killed the cat, right? Well. Good thing he's a stag. He'd like to see curiosity kill him.

Actually no he wouldn't, but the least he could do is find his mates. ]

[James should really know better. There are people who have to do mundane things like find their mates, but that's only because those people aren't mates with Sirius Black. When you're mates with Sirius Black, you simply stand still and wait for him to find you--because he will, ever time. It's like a sixth sense.

Actually, James' sixth sense ought to be acting up as well, right now, because with a shout Sirius descends upon him, throwing his arms around him from behind and grabbing him in a huge happy embrace, crushing James to him. Since he found out about James and the whole shit mess that is the future, he's worried about James coming here, and he's worried about what he'd say when he saw him--but now that he's actually here, there's just this overwhelming happiness because JAMES, it's James, there's no one better than James.

And sorry if this is scary or unsettling or unexpected but you better deal with it Jamie darling--]

James!

[ If asked, James would definitely say his sixth sense acted up. Definitely. It's how he knew Sirius was on the ship in the first place, right? And not at all why he looks a little confused when he hears a muffled shout from somewhere, and right when he turns to see where it came from, and suddenly there was something attached to his back and he didn't even have to thinking before he's grinning and grabbing onto Sirius' arm so that he doesn't choke him. ]

Bloody hell, Sirius, what's that for?

[ He just saw you...well. Right before he came! An hour, tops, and suddenly he's getting a reunion like summer break is finally over and the dynamic duo is finally back together. Doesn't mean he's any less glad to no longer be wandering around alone, but it's hardly worth the theatrics. ]

Because you're here!

[He's practically shouting it into James' back, and if he were Padfoot right now, his tail would be wagging, that's how happy he is. James has to suffer a few moments more of that embrace, and then he lets him go so he can scramble around to stand in front of him, beaming at James. James, beaming at James! This is sixty Christmases and fourteen birthdays worth of excitements right here!]

Merlin's left-- I've been here ages, Remus and I--waiting and waiting and waiting, and now you finally show up--we're in space, did they say? Stupid question, actually, you never listen-- [Not that he's one to talk, if there's a Marauder known for never listening, it's Sirius, really--] Space, Prongs, space! As in, with stars and, and those muggle ray guns, and it's like something out of some mad film-- but the food isn't half as bad as you'd think it would be, and there's these holly decks, they can make all sorts of things--no decent Quidditch programs, it's dead depressing-- oi, did you get anything in your locker, what did you get? Have you been yet? Let me see your arm--

[And he's casually invading James' personal space as always, as he grabs for his forearm, the one that will be tattooed, same as his--]

[ James wouldn't necessarily call it suffering, but it is indeed strange. ]

Well, yeah, but where is-

[ And then Sirius is moving and talking very quickly and James is just caught almost-laughing because really, Padfoot, if you could see your face right now. But he gets lost in the ranting and the sudden changes in topic, and while James normally prides himself in being able to speak Sirius Black, he's just gotten himself out of a pod and showered and had all sorts of strange things happen and it's a little much. The only word that he's able to pick up (besides Remus, because oh thank merlin, remus is here. maybe they'll survive after all) ]

Space? What? How're we in- no I've already got into my locker. Had the cloak and map in it, kind of worthless when we're not at school, though, don't you think?

[ He might react a little more to being manhandled by his best mate if he wasn't so used to it, not in the least bit bothered when Sirius grabs his arm and turns it over, probably has to push up his sleeve, and there it is. A tattoo. James sees it and pulls his arm back, just because that's not supposed to be there ]

What's this supposed to be?

The cloak?

[The map will be good for nostalgia and pride and boasting, and maybe someday they can use it to make a similar map of the ship, provided corridors stop moving and reforming--but then again, James is here, they can conquer anything if James is here! Even moving space corridors! But the cloak, the cloak is immediately useful, and even as he's examining James' tattoo, he's grinning at the possibilities open to them.]

Ooh, the ship must fancy you--I didn't get anything that wasn't complete crap until a few months ago, and even then it was at least half crap-- here, look--

[He shoves James' arm away so he can roll up his own sleeve, and there's a matching tattoo! It's just that the numbers are different.]

Aren't we a fetching pair. Everyone gets 'em, unfortunately, so it's not as if they're very interesting, but there's someone here that does normal old muggle tattoos, so you can still get your screeching hippogriff on fire, just without the screeching.

[And he's still grinning; his face ought to hurt he's grinning so hard. James James James. Nothing else matters!]

Course the cloak! I had the thing on me when I was - oh what's that word. Beamed up? Whatever they call it?

[ Remus would right love to have to re-map out another strangely magical place, wouldn't he? Ah, well there goes any sort of plans that might have happened for the next few months. They have a map to make. ]

Well that's not surprising. Most things tend to fancy me over you, anyway. What'd you get, anyway? Ah-

[ James reaches forward and pulls Sirius' arm a little closer to his to compare the two. The numbers didn't make much sense to him, but it's not like it mattered. If his parents say this they were going to flip, no matter if it was the hippogriff or numbers. But he shoves Sirius' arm away nonetheless. ] Good thing I showed up when I did. Couldn't miss out watching you get your 'I HEART JAMES' one.

If you think I haven't already gotten that one, Potter, then you're stupider than I thought. I just can't show you where--not here in the open, anyways.

[And he flutters his eyelashes at James, flirty--because now that some of his crazed mania is fading (some, only some!), he can remember what it is to tell jokes and speak normally and slowly and boring mundane things like that.]

I've got fireworks and dungbombs and dragon teeth and some regular clothes, thank God, have you seen the shit jumpsuits we're expected to wear? I mean, really, what are they thinking-- anyway, between those and the cloak, we can manage something. And I sorely need to manage something, please, this place has been entirely too quiet between all the near death experiences and vicious monsters and never-ending corridors and things.

[He says that all very casually, so clearly James is meant to take it all in stride--just another day in the life of a Gryffindor, you know!]

Anyways, welcome! This is the Tranquility.

You got it without me? Without my approval of the design? [ Have a mock-hurt expression, Sirius. ] Fine. I'll wait until later. When we're alone.

[ There would be an eyebrow waggle somewhere in there if James actually had that kind of muscle control. But then they're on to something a little more serious. Actually, quite a bit more serious. ]

Jumpsuits? You mean this? [ James pulls at the jumpsuit he's currently wearing, seeing as it was the only piece of clothing in his locker. ] You've got to be joking about that, mate. I can't only wear this. I look like some muggle prisoner. If- wait, what kind of near-death experiences and vicious monsters? You know, I'm liking the sound of this place more and more.

[ Because really, near death experiences, vicious monsters and never-ending hallways? Sounds like Hogwarts, if we're being honest. Or at least, the Hogwarts for the young-ins who don't quite know their way around yet.

But yes, taking it all in stride. Perfect stride. In fact, James is just going to laugh a little and throw his arm over Sirius' shoulders. ]

Guess if I have my own private welcome party I might as well get a look of the place. What were you saying about those holly-decks? [ a beat, before: ] Wait, why's this place called the Tranquility? Right boring name, honestly.

[...oh, well, he is wearing a jumpsuit, isn't he. It's just that Sirius was too ecstatic to notice, but now he winces in sympathy and gives James a bracing pat on the back.]

We'll get you some normal clothes, mate, never fear. I have a few, and we can always steal 'em off of people. Or earn them as rewards for rescuing people from their near-death experiences, heroes that we are.

[That is also the Gryffindor Way, after all--or at least part of the Gryffindor Way.]

I think the 'Tranquility' bit is meant to be a joke, honestly, 'cos there's very little tranquil about it, what with all the danger that I mentioned. A clever misnomer, if you will. But holly decks are brilliant, mate, I'll take you to one of them first. You'll see for yourself. You can make it into nearly anything, it's like a whole entire room of just--whatever you like.

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[ Quite alright. Reunions like this tend to take precedence over clothing choices. ]

Your clothes? You know I love you, mate, but your clothes? Ehh... I might try my luck with this jumpsuit. Till we can find a spare. But this rescuing thing I'm all for, you know that. Can't let a poor sap die out there, rewards or no.

[ Gryffindor Way it is. It always is. They are lions, through and through, and saving people...well. If they get something out of it, bonus, right? Plus, the summer's been a little dull. What's the harm in taking a quick little bit-stop...well. Wherever it is they are.

lead the way, brother-man. ]

Lame joke if you ask me, but I guess I can't complain. Always in need of an adventure and if this ship has near as much danger as you say it is we're right in line for one. But holly deck first, because if there's no Quidditch what-hasits.

Sorry, what is wrong with my clothes?

[But he's leading James out into the ship proper anyways, because adventures and dangers and all the rest of that, they have to get to that. No matter how cruel and insulting James is in his spirit.

Still, he fixes him with a wounded look.]

You know, I don't know if I want to share in adventures and holly decks with a man that insults-- oooh, no, hang on. I know what this is. [And, abruptly, his expression goes a bit more sympathetic.] James, darling, if you've gotten a bit fat, it's no shame. It was bound to happen to you eventually.

Nothing's wrong with them. Just not my style, you know. But you pull it off just fine.

[ And they're walking, and walking, at least up until Sirius starts in on the actual insults and James jerks his arm away. ] Fat? I'm not fat. If either of us have gotten fat it'd be you, sitting on this ship for however long you've been here.

And yet, I'm not.

[And he jogs ahead a few paces so he can turn around and walk backwards, his arms spread out at his sides, showing off just how great he looks after all this space training and battling monsters and things.]

Better than ever, actually. Funny, innit! Meta-tabolism for you. And I've been hanging round your girlfriend all this time-- ooh, sorry if I've gone and set the standard a bit high for you, mate.

How do you do that?

[ And James gives him a nice mock-applause. Quite a show, good chap. Even if he's looking a little on the skinny side. ]

That or there's no real food on this ship. What, no living off ale and drinking songs? Drink up me hearties yo-ho?

[ But all fun and games, gone. Cause guess what, Sirius buddy. This is the first time James is hearing about Lily. So have a nice confused look. ]

What're you talking about?

Well, it's a ship, isn't it, of course there's ale. What would you quaff otherwise? Or-- well, there's space ale, anyways. Which is really more-- [A beat, and he begins to smirk. Just a little.] I'll just let you discover it for yourself, in all its deliciousness.

[Anyways! Girlfriends. He drops his arms, and he's definitely smirking now--it's always fun to know something James doesn't--]

I'll let you find out about all of it for yourself, shall I.

You know, I don't much like that smirk of yours. Last time I saw that I ended up in detention for a week and a headache for even longer. [ James, James, James. When you are trying to say no to something Sirius suggests, try not smiling a little bit. The smile ruins the whole look. ]

But no, no, you mentioned my girlfriend. I haven't had a proper date in months so what are you even saying? [ Because it can't be Lily. Not possible. ] And don't give me that, either. Just bloody tell me.

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