2 Mischiefs Managed - [Video]

[onlyholey]

[The video starts off shaky, with what looks like a view of the ceiling. There is a little more rustling, and a few faint snuffling noises. The camera bumps over a few times, as if the device is being nudged to the side. Something large and orange suddenly fills the camera.]

Oi! Fred! I think I got it turned on!

[The device nudges around once again, and suddenly the viewer is treated to an extremely close-up view of a very orange turtle. A second identical turtle clambers slowly into view.]

Not bad work for a reptilian. We may be able to make some fun of this yet.

[Can turtles grin? Because it almost seems like turtle!Fred is grinning as he slowly turns to the device.]

Do you think we can still Apparate like this? It’d be a lot faster than trying to walk around.

[George!turtle shuffles over to where a pair of trousers have been tossed on the floor, and nudges around in the pockets until he emerges with a wand grasped in his mouth. He takes a slow and deliberate step forward and vanishes, only to re-appear on top of a nearby desk.]

Brilliant!

That'll work just fine, I should think. Let's go rifle through Gin's sock drawer, or nick someone's breakfast.

Alright. But then we need to go find a lamp or somewhat. I’m starting to feel distinctly cold-blooded.

[ooc: Fred and George have been hit up with the Safari Day curse and will be adorable Apparating turtles until the end of the day! Taking this as a personal challenge, they will be trying to cause as much havoc as possible. Then possibly taking a nap under a heat lamp. Open for action if you feel like stumbling across a pair of orange turtles at any point throughout the day.]

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[ingredible.livejournal.com]

Hello up there.

[am-i-being-rude.livejournal.com]

[Well he was agreeing that they needed to be somewhere safer and then it talked. He instantly crouches down in front of them and nearly drops his gun in the process.] HI!

[iam-thebadpup.livejournal.com]

[Talking turtles are so much better than regular turtles in danger. Rose crouches next to the Doctor, peering at the turtles.]

I'm Rose and this is the Doctor. [Really, she just likes saying that. it's been years since she's been able to introduce him.] What's your name?

[ingredible.livejournal.com]

George Weasley. I'm normally less of a turtle, but that's how is it.

[am-i-being-rude.livejournal.com]

I'm normally taller, so we're about even.

[iam-thebadpup.livejournal.com]

Me too but you're brilliant! Bein' a turtle that talks today! Hard to get 'round I imagine.

[She'd hate it if she couldn't run.]

[ingredible.livejournal.com]

We are rather brilliant, yes. And the moving around's not too much of a problem.

[With a great deal of difficulty, he pulls his wand out from under his shell. Suddenly, he disappears.

Only to re-appear with a CRACK a few metres behind them. On his back.]

Bugger.

[am-i-being-rude.livejournal.com]

Oh! You can teleport! Brilliant! Badly, but since you're a turtle I figure you can probably do it better normally, am I right?

[iam-thebadpup.livejournal.com]

[Rose is watching with mouth agape.] Utterly brilliant with the--can you teleport things? How far can you move? Just in space or in time too?

/jumps in on this late

[feorgeous.livejournal.com]

Bloody Hell, I leave you for two seconds and you wind up on your back with an audience. Never knew you for exhibitionism, brother dearest.

[ingredible.livejournal.com]

Don't lie, you've always been fully aware of that. Cheers.

[He manages to roll over onto his side and right himself.]

Fred, this is Rose and the Doctor. I've been told they're normally taller.

[iam-thebadpup.livejournal.com]

Oh, I've met you. Well, George anyway. You were flirting with me. When you human and I was taller.

[This is very exciting.]

[am-i-being-rude.livejournal.com]

[This is very exciting.]

What sort of turtles are you?

You were flirting?

[feorgeous.livejournal.com]

Flirting with toddlers, Georgie? Blimey, all sorts of secrets coming out today.



I reckon we're a very special sort all our own.

[iam-thebadpup.livejournal.com]

To be fair to George, m'not normally tiny also, oi! M'at least seven today.

[Yes this is what she's going to be perturbed about.]

'Least you're still ginger.

[ingredible.livejournal.com]

Of course we are. Some things can't be perfected any more.

[am-i-being-rude.livejournal.com]

I wish I were ginger. I've never been ginger before. Ten chances and never ginger!

[iam-thebadpup.livejournal.com]

[Rose switches her gun to her other hand and reaches down to grab the Doctor's hand.] Still got next time. 'Sides you made out alright on the other things.