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PROMPT POST PART IV
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(updated 6 June)
Welcome everybody. How you got here I have no idea but thank you for coming and welcome again, nonetheless . As you may have gathered this is a Fic Prompting Meme dedicated solely to the hilarious and oh-so-addictive BBC Radio 4 sitcom - Cabin Pressure. I'm aiming for this to be pretty anything goes - but in order for everything to run smoothly, there are a few guidelines. Don't worry - they're not too restrictive.
FILLING GUIDELINES
As you probably all know - our meme now has it's very own database created and maintained by the great Enigel. It both catalogues each and every prompt that we post and provides links to fills. You can find it here: Google Spreadsheet
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This is a great step forward in making our meme just a little more organised (but not too organised of course. This is Cabin Pressure) which is always a good thing.
So in order to make things easier to archive - Please nest your fills.
This can be done by either posting each part as a reply to that part's immediate predecessor, OR by replying each time to Part I OR - well you get the idea :D
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REPROMPTING
Reprompting is allowed but please include the URL of the original prompt when you do so. It will make it infinitely more easy to Archive which would make both Enigel and I very happy :)
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REALLY IMPORTANT ADDENDUM
According to numerous Child Safety laws it is illegal to provide pornographic material to minors. Seeing that the majority of the stuff we have here is rather adult in nature, this Meme is consequently an 18+ zone. Failing to comply to this rule could result in the Meme getting shut down. So if you're here and you're under 18 please back button now.
+ Please do not post anything regarding minors in a sexual situation. It really doesn't matter how tasteful or crass it is, there are laws that classify that sort of thing as child pornography and as such, I'm afraid we're going to have to go with the attitude that safe is better than sorry.
It really is VERY important that these rules are upheld as the consequences are severe.
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because I haven't seen any HP/CP crossovers yet
(Anonymous) 2012-04-07 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)Re: because I haven't seen any HP/CP crossovers yet
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Re: because I haven't seen any HP/CP crossovers yet
(Anonymous) 2012-06-04 07:23 am (UTC)(link)xD Thirding or fourthing or whatever it is now~!
Re: because I haven't seen any HP/CP crossovers yet
(Anonymous) 2012-04-07 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)Will probably be back later with a fill, just as soon as I get some things sorted out in my head. . . .
Re: because I haven't seen any HP/CP crossovers yet
(Anonymous) 2012-04-08 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)Re: because I haven't seen any HP/CP crossovers yet
(Anonymous) 2012-04-09 07:44 am (UTC)(link)Fill - 1/3
(Anonymous) 2012-09-17 02:32 am (UTC)(link)A routine flight, a standard trip, the four of them on board, with two clients. The clients were an unusual pair, but as this was MJN, unusual was quite normal. None of the crew had paid any mind to the strange behavior exhibited by the passengers, Carolyn not caring because they were paying, Arthur being Arthur, Douglas also not caring, and Martin preoccupied. Martin's thoughts were on the date and the significance it held. Today was the second of May, 2011. The thirteenth anniversary of-
Martin's thoughts were abruptly cut off as Carolyn came grumbling into the flight deck.
“Those bloody passengers.” Carolyn huffed, annoyed.
“What? Demanding?”
“No, just very creepy. I ask if they want anything and they just stare at me.”
“How inconvenient.”
“Never mind how convenient it is, its very unnerving.”
“Is that why Arthur is out there, and you're in here?”
“Well, he's far better suited to dealing with any strangeness on board.”
“This is true.”
Carolyn nodded, satisfied at having made her point, and made her way back into the galley.
The rest of the flight went much the same, with a few grumbles from Carolyn. Although, at one point, Arthur did mention being a bit freaked out himself. Still, they hadn't caused any trouble, so the crew tried not to worry.
==
Meanwhile, Martin continued his line of thinking. Today was the anniversary of the Final Battle. The battle fought at Hogwarts, the very end of the Second Wizarding War. He had been a graduate of Hogwarts by that time, but had returned to defend it. It had been terrible, and he had lost friends, but that was years ago.
Martin came from a family of pureblooded wizards, and his decision to enter the Muggle world and become a pilot was highly frowned upon. Still, he had been stubborn, as he sometimes was. He remembered first hearing about airplanes in the Ravenclaw common room, from a muggleborn. He had been fascinated, and had done as much research as possible, dead-set on becoming a pilot. He had graduated with high marks in Charms and Astronomy, with good marks in the rest, and a surprising knack with dueling. However, his fighting in the war had turned that knack into a massive advantage, and he had taken out his fair share of Death Eaters. Even though it had been a long time since he had been connected with the magic world, and actively used his magic, he was still in-tune with it. And right now, it was buzzing.
==
They were currently landed at a halfway point, refueling, and Martin could not help but fret over the feeling of impending doom that would not leave him alone. And this wasn't just his normal intuition warning him. His magic was sparking and twisting in state more active than it had been in over a decade. He hadn't used it in large quantities for so long that it was almost uncomfortable. He couldn't, for the life of him, determine the cause of his state, and that was what bothered him the most. Because if his magic and every other sense was restless, then there was definitely something wrong. He brooded on the feeling as he made his way back into GERTI, and perhaps his concentration on his inner thoughts were what caused him to be caught so off-guard.
He nearly noticed too late as the bolt of light came flying towards him, only managing to throw himself out of the way in the nick of time. Immediately shoving himself up to a crouched position, he surveyed the situation. The passengers stood before him, arms extended out, gripping long wooden sticks...oh god. Wands.
(Yes, I made him a Ravenclaw, contrary to comments above, but its my headcanon house for him. Studious with the rules, stubborn on regulations, and it would've taken a lot of studying for a wizard to learn to fly a plane.)
Fill - 2/3
(Anonymous) 2012-09-17 02:42 am (UTC)(link)Martin's survey of the cabin took only a moment, before his old instincts caught up with him, and his mind was immediately whirring through plans. Two wizards, unknown strength. Martin was wary, but he had his wand on him. Despite lack of usage, he had fought in the Second Wizarding War. One does not let themselves ever go unprepared, having faced that.
Another spell flew at him, borderline dark, as far as he could tell from the color and aura. He rolled out the way, using his momentum to reach for his wand, hidden by a charm up his sleeve. 13 inches, English oak, dragon core, moderately flexible. One that had served him well against classes and Death Eaters alike.
Surging to his feet, he thrust his wand out, a spell automatically springing to his lips, magic rushing to the forefront in a bid for freedom it had not had in years. An explosion of light, and Martin's Expelliarmus nailed straight into its intended target, sending their wand arcing into the air, where it bounced off the ceiling and dropped to Martin's feet. The one wizard stumbled backwards from the assault, and the other seemed just as affected, whether that was shock at Martin revealing his own magic capabilities, or the backlash of the spell was unclear. He recovered quick enough to send a cutting curse out, but Martin dodged again and returned with a cutting curse of his own. The other wizard had recovered by this time, and revealed that he had two wands. Go figure, Martin reflected. Raising a Protego to block the spell headed his way, he spared a glance at the rest of MJN, noting that they were all looking quite dumbstruck. He would be amused if it weren't for the definitely dark curse now flying from his opponent's wand. He promptly got the hell away, knowing that that was one curse he did not want to come near.
Martin was now both tiring and very very annoyed. Right. Time to finish this. Fuck everything, I can repair it later.
Drawing back his arm, he concentrated, and loosed an enormous Reducto, slamming into the two wizards, and sending them flying straight down the cabin, leaving wrecked seats and overhead compartments in its wake. Two wands clattered to floor, and Martin wasted no time in sending a Stupefy to both of the wizards. He waited a moment, before summoning them to his feet, where he left them, unconscious.
He inhaled, turning to face his friends, and swiftly striding over. A wave of his wand and a muttered “Finite Incantatem” released his first officer, who immediately pushed himself to a sitting position.
“Martin...what the hell.”
“Sounds about accurate.”
Arthur and Carolyn were still staring at him. He glanced at them, raising an eyebrow in question. They both seemed to shake off their shock, but Arthur spoke first.
“Skip, that was amazing! Though I have no idea what that was, it was still brilliant!”
“As impressive of a display as that was, perhaps you might be good enough to tell us what the hell is going on here?!”
“Ah. Yes, er, right,” Martin hesitated, more for a lack of easy explanation than Carolyn's snarling, or so he told himself. “well, um, basically, magic is real, wizards exist, the passengers were evil wizards, and I'm a wizard too.”
“...”
“What?!”
“Wow, Skip, you're a wizard? Like Gandalf?”
“Uh, no, Arthur. Um, Merlin would probably be a more accurate comparison.”
“So let me get this straight,” Douglas finally spoke, “That was magic. You use magic, they used magic.”
“Yes.”
“How? And why didn't you tell us?”
“Are there more of you? Anyone we know?”
“Is there a whole world for this? How come they were evil? Is that a wand?”
“Ah! U-Um, how...because I was born with it and went to school for it. I didn't tell you because I'm not supposed to. Yes there are a lot of us. No one we know. Yes, we have a whole world. They were evil because, well...that's a long story. And yes, this is my wand.”
“There's a school for this?”
“Yes, ah, let me explain everything first, then you can ask questions.”
Martin proceeded to give them a simplified version of his story, starting with his family, his letter, and going to Hogwarts. He briefly explained the school, the houses, the professors, Dumbledore, the classes, etc. before moving to the history and how the war started. He mentioned the Dark Lord and his followers, waving towards the passengers, and spoke of the battles he had fought, and the final one on school grounds. He then concluded with how he had left that world behind and joined the non-magical world to become a pilot. He told them that the only reason he had failed his CPL so many times was because Muggle technology confused him. At the end of it, he had three dumbfounded friends, all absorbing the story he had just spun.
Fill - 3/3
(Anonymous) 2012-09-17 03:08 am (UTC)(link)“Well,” Carolyn and Douglas both looked up from their own thoughts. “I sort of get it. And I think it's brilliant. I always knew you were brilliant, Skip, and now you can do magic! That's even more, well, brilliant!”
“Thank you, Arthur.”
“Hmm, yes, but what I'd like to know is why you left?”
“I told you, to become a pilot.”
“No, I mean, why would you leave it completely? Why not be a pilot, but still visit? Or something like that? Why fully abandon a world so... fantastic?”
Martin swallowed. He bit his lip. How to explain that the wizarding world had stolen his naivete, his innocence, and made him all the more cynical. How the violence of a war while he was still a teenager had truly solidified his desire to find a path as far away as possible from the memories of that time.
“Understand that I fought in a war at age sixteen. That-that does things to a person. And I didn't like it. I chose to leave completely, because I couldn't stand it. Nothing would be the same, and the magic and tricks and charms had all lost their appeal. I wasn't in awe of magic anymore, I was horrified by it. I saw children die in a battle they should never have been in. So-so I chose to be a pilot, and fly a plane, to get away from the damage that world could cause. Fat lot of good that did, though. I tried to hide, and the wizarding world found me anyway.”
Martin had steadily been turning his head away from them as he spoke, and now stared directly at the two bodies, prone on the floor. He glanced up, eyeing the damage dealt to the cabin, and the tears across the seats and ceiling.
“This,” he stated quietly, vaguely motioning to the wrecked craft, “this is why I left. Magic is wonderful, but can cause so much pain.”
The three were silent, taking in this new side of their captain. This frightened, scarred, and weary soldier. Douglas was the one who moved first, though he would later deny it, and Martin suddenly found himself enveloped in a group hug. He blinked in surprise, but soon found himself blinking back tears. Here, he mused, was where he belonged. Where he had friends that would support him, even knowing his past, what he was capable of. He relaxed.
Soon, the hug broke apart, and Martin stood first, but Carolyn spoke before him.
“Well, we can't go anywhere with GERTI like this.”
“Oh that's no problem. Here, Reparo.”
The rest of MJN found themselves amazed, yet again, as the majority of the damage started to fix itself.
“Well, that's useful.” Carolyn commented. “Could you fix the plane if we had another bird-strike?”
“Maybe? B-but Carolyn, I can't just freely use my magic. I'm still governed by some of the wizarding laws.”
“I'm sure you'll find a way around it, if you need to.”
Martin opened his mouth to reply, but sighed and shut it. No point arguing with a brick wall. Douglas smirked, and clapped a hand on his shoulder, moving to the flight deck, as Arthur bounced up beside him, shooting out random questions at a rapid pace. Martin inhaled, feeling a contentedness he had not had in a long while. He tuned back in as Arthur mentioned something about sweets, and grinned.
“Remind me to get you a Chocolate Frog.”
“'Chocolate Frog'? Brilliant!”
And so they learned, they accepted, they adjusted, and life went on for MJN.
((To be continued?))
Re: Fill - 3/3
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