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Well, now that all's been settled again, me and Georgie have decided that a good round of pranks is just what the place needs to brighten things up. So here now, if you fancy any of our products we'll be offering a fifteen percent discount to get the ball rolling.

We've not gotten ourselves a proper shopfront yet, but stopping by the flat or sending us a message on these communicator thingies will get the message across.

And on the note of a shop, once we get one we'll be in need of a few employees to help out. Just one or two would do, no previous experience required, but cheerfulness and some defensive ability wouldn't go amiss. We'll offer up more details after hiring, of course.

Cheers, City.

[ DISCONNECT. ]
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[ it’s the twins! and they’re holding small jester dolls. or rather, they were, but fred’s squirmed out of his hand and ran away. Not to mention that George isn’t so much holding his as levitating the flaming creature a few feet away. Not that that’s stopping him from cackling about it. ]

Brilliant, aren’t they? Seems we’ve caught Santa’s eye, despite all the mischief.

Breaking into proper residences by moonlight? Always knew the old man had a bit of mischief about him himself.

Seems mine has buggered off again. Tricky little things.

[ fred shrugs, takes a quick look around the room again before returning his attention to the comm. ]

Anyway, apart from thanking dear old Saint Nick is that we’re having a holiday party, and you’re all invited to attend. Do feel free to drop in, we’ve enough room for everyone and then some. In fact--

[ and then the fire alarm goes off, and twins scramble out of view of the comm. the feed runs for a few minutes, picking up the ensuing chaos and cursing and spellwork before turning itself off. ]

ooc | bolded text is [livejournal.com profile] byholeystgeorge and the accompanying christmas log is here.
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[ fred is sitting by the window, flicking his wand idly. a few christmas ornaments drift by the lens. there's also the sound of someone moving about the flat--george, most likely. ]

Listen up, you lot. Georgie and I were thinking about a holiday party. Nothing too extravagant, since neither of us can manage a pie the way our mum can, but we've got plenty of room to host one, if there's interest.

Anyone fancy it?

[ private to the inhabitants of the troll burrow ]
Well then, any of you care to explain what all that was? I've spoken to Terezi, but I'd be remiss not to ask.
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Interesting place, this. Seen more creatures and types then they ever bothered to jot down in the Monster Book Monsters. Vampires, mechanical men, chatty equines...prejudice fish...

Prejudic--oh, you mean the bloke in the green panties?

[ wait no that’s no on the mark. fred, focus. he clears his throat and shifts a bit, glancing side-ways at george. ]

Anyway...

[George gives the camera the most innocent look he can manage at that. It’s a relative term.]

But it’s a joy to see some of the most important traditions still about. Halloween’s far too fine a holiday to lose to a simple bit of dimensional tourism.

And that, my friends, is why the good folk at Weasley Wizard Wheezes have come together to provide you with a taste of some traditional Muggle Halloween celebration.

Embellished a bit in traditional Weasley fashion, naturally.

And fully outfitted with all some of our finest product guaranteed to give you an evening of fright filled enjoyment.

We speak of none other, of course, than the mystical, marvelous, magical, happily Haunted House.

Soon to be located at [address] and fully operational this entire weekend, so come along, mates, get into your costumes and swing by.

It’s sure to be- what’s the word they’re all on about- ah, spooktacular.

[And there’s a cheerful wave. Enjoy, City.]

[[ooc: Red = George, black =Fred
log is up here]

[Video]

Aug. 7th, 2011 02:46 pm
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[[ooc: Plain = George, bold = Fred]]

[The video opens to a serious case of shaky-cam, with some bright red blurs and a few quick shots of the inside of a MAC apartment visible as the comm is tugged back and forth. Then the world stabilizes as an unspoken decision is reached and the comm is finally placed on a solid surface. Now the two Weasley twins, identical in every way (down to the clothing) save that one bit of ear missing on George, are grinning into the camera.]

Would you like to start, Georgie?

I believe so, Fred.

Go on then. We’re back in business, should start in with the old sales pitch.

Definitely. [ahem] Attention wizards, witches, and muggles of all shapes and sizes-

We’re here to tell you about the Weasley Wizards Wheezes, the place for all your joke-related-

-and protection related-

-needs.

Owl- er, post only ordering for the present. And we’ve exciting investment opportunities.

That’s a limited time offer, of course. Get in while the getting’s good, and all of that. Only so many shares available.

With special product discounts available after a certain donation amount. Or to anyone who solemnly swears to use products against one Bellatrix Lestrange-

-or Dolores Umbridge, should she ever show her face in this charming City.

A full list of acceptable discount-acquiring targets available with every fifty galleon purchase or more- [Turns to Fred] Muggle galleon’s?

Muggle coins. Or those bits of paper they use. Harry would know. [ pause ] But regardless fifty’s the number to watch for.

[Nods along] Order now, the last man armed is the first man pranked!

Wise, wise words, George.

A heartfelt sentiment, and part-warning for all.

[Still grinning, the boys reach to turn the camera off- only to have George hold them up at the last moment.]

One last bit of unfinished business now the business business’s set...

[He gives a little wave at the camera]

Hullo, City. For the first time in world history, the complete Weasley twin set is now at your service. Brilliant to be here.

[Fred gives George a quick shove with his shoulder, and the feed is finally ended]
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[ remember last time fred showed up here and he shoved his face into the camera? he's doing that again. lookit those freckles. then he pulls back and yay, his whole face is now in the frame. and yup, he's covered in dirt and blood and soot again. fresh from the battle of hogwarts, sup everyone. ]

What the bloody hell is going on? I thought I'd just imagined this bit or something like that.

And it's still awful timing.

[ there's a pause. fred spins his wand between his fingers, pulls a face, then shoves it into his pocket. ]

Right then. Anyone figured out how to get back yet?
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Now that the holidays are over, I suppose it's high time I got down to business, isn't it?

How would a fine, upstanding young wizard such as myself go about renting a shop? There are a distressing lack of magical joke shops here. It's shocking that no one's done anything about it yet.

Also, Miles Edgeworth looks quite fetching in dresses. That is all.
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Well, this is a bit of unfortunate timing, isn't it?

[ Fred apparently has no idea the device is on. Or recording. He's got his wand out, scratching himself absently behind the ear while he looks around. He's positively filthy; rubble, dirt, and soot are smudged all over his face and clothes. ]

Now, where have I gotten to? And a Muggle telephone, where'd you come from?

[ Cue a five minute examination of the device. Enjoy that close up of Fred's face. Lookit them freckles, Network. Eventually, he catches sight of the blinking red light. WELP. ]

Is this on? Hello? Are there Muggles listening on here? Is this a Ministry connected telephone? Hello?

[ Fred linefaces. Well, crap, what is this even. He runs a hand through his hair, making it stand all on end and smudging a great line of soot across his forehead. ]

Well, bollocks. I suppose I'll be missing the end of the Battle, won't I?

[ He shoves the comm into his pocket. And here starts a running feed of the inside of Fred's pocket, Network. That will just carry on running until the comm shuts itself off, which will also, if anyone's listening provide a nice soundtrack of Fred blasting whatever bugs he encounters out of the way with sneaky nonverbal jinxes. Aw yeah. ]

ooc | permissions post in regards to fourth-walling and spoilers is here.

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